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Suffocation1: Under the car
I'm cold. I'm wet. And I think I'm going to die. Those were the thoughts going through Sara's mind as she laid under the fire engine red car in the middle of the desert night. She grabbed at the dirt just outside of her prison. Of all the things she's been through, this has to be one of the worst. Even when her dad beat her up in a drunken rage, she didn't feel this badly.
2: At the CSI lab
Grissom was pacing in his office. I should have never let her go off alone like that. I should have went home with her. I should have done a million things. FUCK!!! He couldn't keep the second thoughts and the curse words out of his head.
He did what he knew to do in crisis: work. He strode to the layout room where Nick was working. The young CSI was going over photographs of different crime scenes and the miniature from when Sara was kidnapped. He was going over the soil samples from the miniature on the off chance that the kidnapper had used actual dirt from the crime scene. Griss
ForgivenJust do what you need to do, Sara said, her voice slightly breaking.
Grissom ran a hand over his face. Sara stalked out of the layout room.
She left. Going home was easier than dealing with his emotional attachment to Lady Heather. She arrived at the townhouse she and Gil shared and changed into a pair of shorts and tank top. Bruno was on the couch; he looked up at her. She clipped the leash on his collar; they went out. He did his business on the lawn; they went inside. Sara drew the blinds and curtains in the bedroom and laid down on the bed.
I'll be back later, said Grissom in passing to Hodges. Hodges shrugged. Why he was confiding in him, he had no clue.
Grissom made a beeline for his company vehicle; Sara had taken the car home. When he arrived at the townhouse, the blinds in the bedroom were drawn. He knew exactly where she was.
Migraine"So you just buried the child where he lay?"
"Yes." A soft sob emanated from the accused killer across the table.
"I had no other choice."
"You had plenty of choices. You could have taken him to the hospital."
"No buts; we're done here."
The man looked heartbroken. "I didn't mean to kill him..."
Grissom shook his head and walked out into the unbelievably bright light of the hallway. Fucking migraine he thought.
He walked over to his office opened the door, went in, and then shut it very quietly. He drew the blinds closed and darkness enveloped him. It felt nice. The only thing he needed now was silence. He laid down on his couch and tried to ignore all the bustle going on outside his office.
Sara was hurrying around, looking for somebody. The somebody she was trying to find was supposed to be in interrogation room #2, but he wasn't there. She was starting to become worried when she ran into Greg.
"Hey, sweet. Where's the fire?"
"I'm not your sweet," she repli
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