Don't Forget That Cardinal Rule.
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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
7,223
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Don't Forget That Cardinal Rule.
Chapter 1: What Exactly Just Happened?
Disclaimer/ Not mine, Though I wish it were. Only this story line that came to me in a dream, do I own.
It was a cool night in Las Vegas, as the majority of the graveyard shift of the LVPD crime lab was assembling in the locker room changing and getting ready for their shift.
“Hey, Gris?” CSI level 3 Nick Stokes queried.
His supervisor Gil Grissom popped his head from the other side of lockers. “What?” He replied.
“Where’s Sara, today?” Nick asked. He was meaning his fellow CSI level 3 Sara Sidle, as she was conspicuously missing. Both of the other Level 3 CSI’s were there. Warrick Brown and Catherine Willows were talking quietly as they got ready to work.
“It’s her day off. She said something about a date.” Grissom responded. He wrinkled his nose. As did all 3 of the other people in the room, each remembering how the brunette had had her heart nearly broken from the thing with the paramedic.
It had been 6 months since the ass had torn a hole in the normally vivacious young woman’s life and she was just now starting to get her life back on track. She was now just starting back into the flirtatious behaviour she had been doing before. Sara flirted with almost everyone, just lightly but it was flirtation just the same. It had been a long, cold, lonely 6 months. Sara seemed to be back.
Each member of the 4 had a small smile on his or her face as they walked out of the locker room and waited until Grissom had their assignments ready. It was a slow night and they were just tying up loose end to other cases when a door slammed and a person gasped.
In walked Sara Sidle. Her head was down and her hair hiding her face. She was wearing a black leather skirt that although it ended 3 inches above her knees emphasized the length of her long legs, and a bright blue top covered by a hip length black leather jacket. Her shoes were strappy black heeled sandals. In short she looked beautiful, if you could disregard the air of ‘some things wrong’ radiating off of her.
“Sara, what’s wrong?” Catherine asked as the leggy brunette came to a stop in front the 4 of them. Sara stood there and shivered in the break room. Her eyes still on the floor and her arms clasping around her waist, she stood still a moment ignoring any questions her friends and co-workers were asking before shrugging the jacket off. It fell to the floor.
Gasps came up from the assembled crowd as dark black bruises came into view. Her shirt was a bright blue halter top that wrapped around her neck and waist leaving her back bare.
Warrick quickly closed the blinds in the break room and locked out anyone except himself, Catherine, Nick and Grissom. A work kit appeared in the doorway before he locked the door. He stepped towards the shivering form of one of his friends and was hurt as she flinched away from him.
“Sara, what happened? Who did this to you?” He said quietly as he tried to get close to her. She shivered more and kept him at exactly 3 paces away, while keeping away from the others. Grissom and Nick gasped as her back came into view. Large hand prints and what looked like whip marks leaving blood trails down her back.
“Sara!!” Catherine said sharply. Sara’s head snapped up to look at her. Her nose was obviously broken, one eye was swelled shut and the hollow look in the open one nearly dropped her friends to their knees as despair floated in their brown depths. Her head dropped to look at the floor again.
“Sara, look at me. Sar, its Nick. Look at me baby.” Nick said softly, as if gentling an angry or skittish horse. “Let me help you. Let me get you help.” Grissom gloved up and carefully skirting the scared woman grabbed the jacket and bagged it as evidence. Sara stared at Nick straight in the eyes then glanced at Gris as he moved, tensing as the man stepped towards her then relaxing as he stepped back.
Grissom noticed something as he bent to get the jacket. He placed it in a bag and walked away from his favourite protégé with a grimace at what he saw.
He leaned to Nick and whispered in his ear. Nick looked in his eyes then looked back at Sara. His eyes traveled down her body, taking note of injuries as he looked. Cut on her forehead, broken nose, split lip, earring ripped from her ear, black bruises ringing her neck, covering both arms and each delicate looking wrist, he couldn’t see under her clothes but he expected more of what was on her back to be on the front, He could now see what Gris had when he bent down on both legs, on the inside of each leg, was a line of blood. He bit his lip and whispered back. Gris handed him a tape recorder and a pair of gloves.
“Sara, baby. Listen to my voice. We want to help you. Tell me what happened; tell me so I can help you.” He kept up a litany of soothing words and Sara stopped shivering and held all her attention on the man in front of her. She stepped forwards towards him and he stepped back away from the door. She frowned and stepped away.
“Gris’s called Brass and Dr. Robbins. We didn’t want you to be too scared when they came in so I want you away from the door.” Nick replied. Sara gave a slight turn of her mouth and stepped towards him once again. “Come on baby. It’s going to be better now. You’re here with us, and you know we’ll never let anything happen to you if we could do anything to stop it.”
Warrick stepped slowly over to the door and as he moved Sara hit the floor cowering, and trying to protect her head. He flinched himself and stopped.
“Sara, it’s me it’s Rick. You know I’d do anything to make sure you were all right.” He said as he pulled on a pair of gloves. He kneeled and held out his hand to her. “Sara, it’s okay. Sara-girl take my hand, me and Nick will help you.” Sara shook her head furiously and scooted backwards away from him. He gave a huge sigh and said, “Okay, Sara-girl, I’m going to leave the room. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me, so I’ll let you be. Come talk to me later okay?” Sara glanced up at him warily and gave him a twitch of a smile and watched him leave the room. Catherine coughed quietly. Sara’s head snapped over to her and her arms circled her knees as they crept up to her chest. She started rocking back and forth.
“Sara, do you want me to leave as well?” She asked. Sara shook her head no. “How about Gris or Nick, do you want them to leave?” Sara empathetically nodded her head for Grissom to leave and just as empathetically shook her head for Nick to stay. Grissom nodded and walked over to the door just as a knock sounded. He carefully opened the door and found Dr. Robbins on the other side.
“Sara, is it okay for Dr. Robbins to come in?” He asked quietly. Sara twitched. “Sara, he won’t come in unless you want him to.” Sara seemed to sink into herself as if she knew that the doctor’s presence was a good thing but not wanting him there anyway. Which she did know but she was too traumatized to realise it. She nodded, but it was so slight that Grissom thought he missed it.
“Okay Sara, I’m going to talk to Albert for a moment then I’ll let him in. Okay?” Gil stated softly. Sara nodded again and rocked herself faster. Gil left the room and grabbed Dr. Robbins for a quick discussion.
Disclaimer/ Not mine, Though I wish it were. Only this story line that came to me in a dream, do I own.
It was a cool night in Las Vegas, as the majority of the graveyard shift of the LVPD crime lab was assembling in the locker room changing and getting ready for their shift.
“Hey, Gris?” CSI level 3 Nick Stokes queried.
His supervisor Gil Grissom popped his head from the other side of lockers. “What?” He replied.
“Where’s Sara, today?” Nick asked. He was meaning his fellow CSI level 3 Sara Sidle, as she was conspicuously missing. Both of the other Level 3 CSI’s were there. Warrick Brown and Catherine Willows were talking quietly as they got ready to work.
“It’s her day off. She said something about a date.” Grissom responded. He wrinkled his nose. As did all 3 of the other people in the room, each remembering how the brunette had had her heart nearly broken from the thing with the paramedic.
It had been 6 months since the ass had torn a hole in the normally vivacious young woman’s life and she was just now starting to get her life back on track. She was now just starting back into the flirtatious behaviour she had been doing before. Sara flirted with almost everyone, just lightly but it was flirtation just the same. It had been a long, cold, lonely 6 months. Sara seemed to be back.
Each member of the 4 had a small smile on his or her face as they walked out of the locker room and waited until Grissom had their assignments ready. It was a slow night and they were just tying up loose end to other cases when a door slammed and a person gasped.
In walked Sara Sidle. Her head was down and her hair hiding her face. She was wearing a black leather skirt that although it ended 3 inches above her knees emphasized the length of her long legs, and a bright blue top covered by a hip length black leather jacket. Her shoes were strappy black heeled sandals. In short she looked beautiful, if you could disregard the air of ‘some things wrong’ radiating off of her.
“Sara, what’s wrong?” Catherine asked as the leggy brunette came to a stop in front the 4 of them. Sara stood there and shivered in the break room. Her eyes still on the floor and her arms clasping around her waist, she stood still a moment ignoring any questions her friends and co-workers were asking before shrugging the jacket off. It fell to the floor.
Gasps came up from the assembled crowd as dark black bruises came into view. Her shirt was a bright blue halter top that wrapped around her neck and waist leaving her back bare.
Warrick quickly closed the blinds in the break room and locked out anyone except himself, Catherine, Nick and Grissom. A work kit appeared in the doorway before he locked the door. He stepped towards the shivering form of one of his friends and was hurt as she flinched away from him.
“Sara, what happened? Who did this to you?” He said quietly as he tried to get close to her. She shivered more and kept him at exactly 3 paces away, while keeping away from the others. Grissom and Nick gasped as her back came into view. Large hand prints and what looked like whip marks leaving blood trails down her back.
“Sara!!” Catherine said sharply. Sara’s head snapped up to look at her. Her nose was obviously broken, one eye was swelled shut and the hollow look in the open one nearly dropped her friends to their knees as despair floated in their brown depths. Her head dropped to look at the floor again.
“Sara, look at me. Sar, its Nick. Look at me baby.” Nick said softly, as if gentling an angry or skittish horse. “Let me help you. Let me get you help.” Grissom gloved up and carefully skirting the scared woman grabbed the jacket and bagged it as evidence. Sara stared at Nick straight in the eyes then glanced at Gris as he moved, tensing as the man stepped towards her then relaxing as he stepped back.
Grissom noticed something as he bent to get the jacket. He placed it in a bag and walked away from his favourite protégé with a grimace at what he saw.
He leaned to Nick and whispered in his ear. Nick looked in his eyes then looked back at Sara. His eyes traveled down her body, taking note of injuries as he looked. Cut on her forehead, broken nose, split lip, earring ripped from her ear, black bruises ringing her neck, covering both arms and each delicate looking wrist, he couldn’t see under her clothes but he expected more of what was on her back to be on the front, He could now see what Gris had when he bent down on both legs, on the inside of each leg, was a line of blood. He bit his lip and whispered back. Gris handed him a tape recorder and a pair of gloves.
“Sara, baby. Listen to my voice. We want to help you. Tell me what happened; tell me so I can help you.” He kept up a litany of soothing words and Sara stopped shivering and held all her attention on the man in front of her. She stepped forwards towards him and he stepped back away from the door. She frowned and stepped away.
“Gris’s called Brass and Dr. Robbins. We didn’t want you to be too scared when they came in so I want you away from the door.” Nick replied. Sara gave a slight turn of her mouth and stepped towards him once again. “Come on baby. It’s going to be better now. You’re here with us, and you know we’ll never let anything happen to you if we could do anything to stop it.”
Warrick stepped slowly over to the door and as he moved Sara hit the floor cowering, and trying to protect her head. He flinched himself and stopped.
“Sara, it’s me it’s Rick. You know I’d do anything to make sure you were all right.” He said as he pulled on a pair of gloves. He kneeled and held out his hand to her. “Sara, it’s okay. Sara-girl take my hand, me and Nick will help you.” Sara shook her head furiously and scooted backwards away from him. He gave a huge sigh and said, “Okay, Sara-girl, I’m going to leave the room. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me, so I’ll let you be. Come talk to me later okay?” Sara glanced up at him warily and gave him a twitch of a smile and watched him leave the room. Catherine coughed quietly. Sara’s head snapped over to her and her arms circled her knees as they crept up to her chest. She started rocking back and forth.
“Sara, do you want me to leave as well?” She asked. Sara shook her head no. “How about Gris or Nick, do you want them to leave?” Sara empathetically nodded her head for Grissom to leave and just as empathetically shook her head for Nick to stay. Grissom nodded and walked over to the door just as a knock sounded. He carefully opened the door and found Dr. Robbins on the other side.
“Sara, is it okay for Dr. Robbins to come in?” He asked quietly. Sara twitched. “Sara, he won’t come in unless you want him to.” Sara seemed to sink into herself as if she knew that the doctor’s presence was a good thing but not wanting him there anyway. Which she did know but she was too traumatized to realise it. She nodded, but it was so slight that Grissom thought he missed it.
“Okay Sara, I’m going to talk to Albert for a moment then I’ll let him in. Okay?” Gil stated softly. Sara nodded again and rocked herself faster. Gil left the room and grabbed Dr. Robbins for a quick discussion.