MissMurder
Lab Technician
Lapse
Chapter 1
The warm Las Vegas air blew across the desert, causing the sands to rise into thin sheets in the sky. The woman, standing only a few feet away from the small sandstorm, photographed the scene in front of her. A few strands of her wavy chestnut brown hair flew into her face, the morning sunlight highlighting her figure from behind.
She had been sent on this case solo by her supervisor, he usually only did this if he was angry with her. As far as she could tell, she had not done anything to unnerve him lately. She had kept her distance these last few months. She was thankful that it seemed to be a pretty open and shut case. The suspect had broken under the expert interrogation of Jim Brass and confessed to the killing. Sara had been sent to the area where he had told them he had dumped the body.
She soon finished with the scene and then left for her vehicle. It wasn’t until she reached her car that she saw the expression on Brass’ face. The colour from his face seemed to drain until he was ghostly white. Her heart began to pound with an unknown panic, she didn’t know what was wrong but she knew it was horrible. She then heard the scanner. The woman on the other end of the transmission was screaming "Officer down!" Soon she gave the address to where the injured officer lay; it was the address of the crime scene Gil Grissom had been investigating.
Grissom, her supervisor, injured. The colour soon drained from her face as well. Sara Sidle had never felt this scared in her lifetime.
Grissom also had a solo case; he felt a need to get away from the people he cared about for a few hours. He didn’t know why exactly, he just needed space. Lately his feelings for a certain lanky brunette were increasing in force. The strength of said feelings was beginning to frighten him. He thought that if he focussed on work by himself they would disappear until he was ready to handle them. But they didn’t.
Throughout his investigation of the apparent suicide in the home he was standing in at that very moment, his thoughts never drifted from Sara Sidle. He knew he couldn’t keep denying it any longer; however, he had no idea how to go about telling her. He knew how much he had hurt her in the past, including that very year. He saw the hurt and disappointment in her eyes when he had overlooked her for the promotion. Also, he knew that she knew his reason for picking Nick was false.
Sara was the better CSI out of the two. She had the higher solve rate and was probably right for the job all except for one aspect; her volatile nature. Yet he knew she could control it if she forced herself to settle down. Maybe it was her volatile nature around the politics of being a leader that made him overlook her? But if that was the case, he should have never been chosen for the supervisory position either.
He continued to work in his trail of thought, much like a robot carrying out its programmed duties, so much so that he never heard the footsteps of the person on the flight of stairs outside of the room, nor when the person entered. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain at the back of his head, his last thought being of Sara.
Sara was the first to arrive at the hospital where Grissom had been taken to. She bolted to reception and demanded to know where the love of her life was. The nurse tried to calm her down and told her he still being treated and she had to wait. Sara huffed and threw herself down on a chair in the waiting area.
Soon after Brass, Catherine Willows and Nick Stokes arrived, soon followed by Warrick Brown and Greg Sanders. She told them that there was still no word on Grissom’s condition and was still being seen to. They seemed to wait forever:
"Surely they have to know something by now?" an anxious Nick said. "I mean it has been...two and a half hours."
"He could be bad Nicky." Catherine told him. "According to what the officer who found him said, he suffered a pretty horrific head injury. There was a lot of blood."
Everyone stayed silent, nobody knew of Grissom’s injuries and they were all becoming impatient with the hospital staff. It was another forty five minutes before a doctor came out to brief them of his condition:
"Are you all here for Gil Grissom?" asked the doctor.
Simultaneously the team answered: "Yes."
"Well Mr Grissom has sustained a serious injury to the back of his head; it has created an open wound, and a small fracture to the skull. We managed to seal the wound well with no complications however he has not woken up yet. That may take another few minutes to a few hours. We’ll know more when he wakes. Unfortunately that is a waiting game."
The team thanked the doctor and asked if they could sit in his room. The doctor allowed this but told them if the nurses have to work on him they were to leave immediately. They all agreed.
It was another two hours before Grissom returned to consciousness. Sara was the first to notice his eyes flutter and adjust to the light in the room. She slammed the nurse call button, giving the others a shock.
The doctor and nurse entered the room and attended to Grissom:
"Mr Grissom, I’m Dr. Wood do you know where you are?" he said while shining a small light into Grissom’s eyes.
The nurse ushered the team from the room. They were maddened by this but knew the medical staff had to do their job.
A few minutes later Dr. Wood left the room and walked up to them:
"I’m afraid I have some bad news. Mr Grissom does recognize his name but doesn’t know who he is or where he is. That meaning he has no recollection of his work or reputation and therefore no memory of why he is in Las Vegas. It may take some time for his memory to return, though people with amnesia have been known to gain their full memory back, it is possible some will not return. You may see him, but do not be shocked if he doesn’t recognize you."
The team were stunned, and listened carefully as the doctor also explained that Grissom will need attention most of the time and that certain items and situations may trigger his memory. They then entered the room after the doctor left:
Grissom looked cautious: "I take it you are the friends the doctor was talking about?"
"Yes." answered Catherine. "How are you feeling?"
"I have a headache." The team chuckled nervously at this. They then took turns to speak with him individually.
When it was Sara’s turn she watched as the team left the room to give her the same privacy each of them had, then turned to Grissom. Her heart ached for him:
"Hi." She said softly.
"Hi." He replied, his tone of voice matching hers. He had no idea who this woman was, but he had a feeling she was important to him. "May I know your name?"
Sara ignored how strange that felt to her: "Sara. I’m Sara Sidle."
"Sara? That’s a pretty name."
She giggled: "Thank you."
"So I have been told I have to have someone close to me look after me for a while."
"Yeah, out of everyone who has talked with you who do you feel most comfortable around?"
"Well, I’m not sure. We haven’t talked for long so until we have talked for a while longer I won’t say."
"Fair enough."
"Why do I feel like I should recognize you?"
"Well we are all your friends, maybe that is..."
"No." He interrupted. "I didn’t have this feeling with anyone else."
"Oh." She was shocked. "Then I am not sure."
He smiled: "I feel more comfortable around you than anyone else." His voice was quiet, but Sara was able to hear him. He sounded shy.
She returned his smile. She knew if he asked her to be the one to take care of him she would feel awkward at first, but she wouldn’t refuse. Even though their relationship was in tatters, if he wished for her help, she’d give it to him.
"Will you...uh...be the one to...help me?"
"Of course I will. However the team may find that strange."
"Why?"
"You don’t need to know right now, just rest for now."
He did as he was told. He didn’t understand why, but he felt a stronger connection to Sara than any of the others.
Chapter 1
The warm Las Vegas air blew across the desert, causing the sands to rise into thin sheets in the sky. The woman, standing only a few feet away from the small sandstorm, photographed the scene in front of her. A few strands of her wavy chestnut brown hair flew into her face, the morning sunlight highlighting her figure from behind.
She had been sent on this case solo by her supervisor, he usually only did this if he was angry with her. As far as she could tell, she had not done anything to unnerve him lately. She had kept her distance these last few months. She was thankful that it seemed to be a pretty open and shut case. The suspect had broken under the expert interrogation of Jim Brass and confessed to the killing. Sara had been sent to the area where he had told them he had dumped the body.
She soon finished with the scene and then left for her vehicle. It wasn’t until she reached her car that she saw the expression on Brass’ face. The colour from his face seemed to drain until he was ghostly white. Her heart began to pound with an unknown panic, she didn’t know what was wrong but she knew it was horrible. She then heard the scanner. The woman on the other end of the transmission was screaming "Officer down!" Soon she gave the address to where the injured officer lay; it was the address of the crime scene Gil Grissom had been investigating.
Grissom, her supervisor, injured. The colour soon drained from her face as well. Sara Sidle had never felt this scared in her lifetime.
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Grissom also had a solo case; he felt a need to get away from the people he cared about for a few hours. He didn’t know why exactly, he just needed space. Lately his feelings for a certain lanky brunette were increasing in force. The strength of said feelings was beginning to frighten him. He thought that if he focussed on work by himself they would disappear until he was ready to handle them. But they didn’t.
Throughout his investigation of the apparent suicide in the home he was standing in at that very moment, his thoughts never drifted from Sara Sidle. He knew he couldn’t keep denying it any longer; however, he had no idea how to go about telling her. He knew how much he had hurt her in the past, including that very year. He saw the hurt and disappointment in her eyes when he had overlooked her for the promotion. Also, he knew that she knew his reason for picking Nick was false.
Sara was the better CSI out of the two. She had the higher solve rate and was probably right for the job all except for one aspect; her volatile nature. Yet he knew she could control it if she forced herself to settle down. Maybe it was her volatile nature around the politics of being a leader that made him overlook her? But if that was the case, he should have never been chosen for the supervisory position either.
He continued to work in his trail of thought, much like a robot carrying out its programmed duties, so much so that he never heard the footsteps of the person on the flight of stairs outside of the room, nor when the person entered. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain at the back of his head, his last thought being of Sara.
xxxxxxxxxxxx
Sara was the first to arrive at the hospital where Grissom had been taken to. She bolted to reception and demanded to know where the love of her life was. The nurse tried to calm her down and told her he still being treated and she had to wait. Sara huffed and threw herself down on a chair in the waiting area.
Soon after Brass, Catherine Willows and Nick Stokes arrived, soon followed by Warrick Brown and Greg Sanders. She told them that there was still no word on Grissom’s condition and was still being seen to. They seemed to wait forever:
"Surely they have to know something by now?" an anxious Nick said. "I mean it has been...two and a half hours."
"He could be bad Nicky." Catherine told him. "According to what the officer who found him said, he suffered a pretty horrific head injury. There was a lot of blood."
Everyone stayed silent, nobody knew of Grissom’s injuries and they were all becoming impatient with the hospital staff. It was another forty five minutes before a doctor came out to brief them of his condition:
"Are you all here for Gil Grissom?" asked the doctor.
Simultaneously the team answered: "Yes."
"Well Mr Grissom has sustained a serious injury to the back of his head; it has created an open wound, and a small fracture to the skull. We managed to seal the wound well with no complications however he has not woken up yet. That may take another few minutes to a few hours. We’ll know more when he wakes. Unfortunately that is a waiting game."
The team thanked the doctor and asked if they could sit in his room. The doctor allowed this but told them if the nurses have to work on him they were to leave immediately. They all agreed.
It was another two hours before Grissom returned to consciousness. Sara was the first to notice his eyes flutter and adjust to the light in the room. She slammed the nurse call button, giving the others a shock.
The doctor and nurse entered the room and attended to Grissom:
"Mr Grissom, I’m Dr. Wood do you know where you are?" he said while shining a small light into Grissom’s eyes.
The nurse ushered the team from the room. They were maddened by this but knew the medical staff had to do their job.
A few minutes later Dr. Wood left the room and walked up to them:
"I’m afraid I have some bad news. Mr Grissom does recognize his name but doesn’t know who he is or where he is. That meaning he has no recollection of his work or reputation and therefore no memory of why he is in Las Vegas. It may take some time for his memory to return, though people with amnesia have been known to gain their full memory back, it is possible some will not return. You may see him, but do not be shocked if he doesn’t recognize you."
The team were stunned, and listened carefully as the doctor also explained that Grissom will need attention most of the time and that certain items and situations may trigger his memory. They then entered the room after the doctor left:
Grissom looked cautious: "I take it you are the friends the doctor was talking about?"
"Yes." answered Catherine. "How are you feeling?"
"I have a headache." The team chuckled nervously at this. They then took turns to speak with him individually.
When it was Sara’s turn she watched as the team left the room to give her the same privacy each of them had, then turned to Grissom. Her heart ached for him:
"Hi." She said softly.
"Hi." He replied, his tone of voice matching hers. He had no idea who this woman was, but he had a feeling she was important to him. "May I know your name?"
Sara ignored how strange that felt to her: "Sara. I’m Sara Sidle."
"Sara? That’s a pretty name."
She giggled: "Thank you."
"So I have been told I have to have someone close to me look after me for a while."
"Yeah, out of everyone who has talked with you who do you feel most comfortable around?"
"Well, I’m not sure. We haven’t talked for long so until we have talked for a while longer I won’t say."
"Fair enough."
"Why do I feel like I should recognize you?"
"Well we are all your friends, maybe that is..."
"No." He interrupted. "I didn’t have this feeling with anyone else."
"Oh." She was shocked. "Then I am not sure."
He smiled: "I feel more comfortable around you than anyone else." His voice was quiet, but Sara was able to hear him. He sounded shy.
She returned his smile. She knew if he asked her to be the one to take care of him she would feel awkward at first, but she wouldn’t refuse. Even though their relationship was in tatters, if he wished for her help, she’d give it to him.
"Will you...uh...be the one to...help me?"
"Of course I will. However the team may find that strange."
"Why?"
"You don’t need to know right now, just rest for now."
He did as he was told. He didn’t understand why, but he felt a stronger connection to Sara than any of the others.
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