|The Real Me
Author: Spokenvoice PM
When Sara shows up at a crime scene her world starts to fall apart as she knows the victim – will the CSI team get to the killer before Sara does? SNickersRated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Sara S. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,220 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 06-03-06 - Published: 05-27-06 - id: 2960103
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The real me
Summary:When Sara shows up at a crime scene her world starts to fall apart as
she knows the victim – will the CSI team get to the killer before
Rating: T (violence and Sexual content)
Starting Date: May 27, 2006
Another Long Day
Waking up that morning Sara groaned lowly, she'd only just rolled in from a double DB on the strip so why the hell was her Cell ringing? This couldn't be happening to her. She'd just got in – okay she was on call but this was ridiculous. Reaching over she picked up the phone, "Sidle" She growled.
"Sara, its Grissom. I just got a call I need you all down at the Lands Hotel" He explained, awake as ever. "I can't get hold of Nick is he with you?"
Sara, who by this time had already pushed her way out of the covers and was getting into a pair of jeans responded, "No…he went out with a friend after shift. Never came back here…tried home?"
"Yeah…I'll keep trying. Just get down to Lands and I'll meet you there" He instructed.
"Yeah" Sara mumbled still sleep filled. Sighing she cancelled the call and stood up heading towards the bathroom. She couldn't help but wonder where Nick was – and why Grissom couldn't get hold of Nick – when the Graveyard shift were on call they all knew to leave their mobiles on – they lived by this rule. Shrugging it off she readied herself for another long day, making a mental note to grab coffee on the way.
The beat of the music was calming and had helped her to get over the fact that she'd had less than two hours sleep – but as she switched of the engine and opened the door she was exposed to the fierce Las Vegas sun – sighing she knew from here this would be a long day. Taking her coffee from the drinks holder she left the truck and went around the back to grab her kit. Pulling it open she slipped her flack vest on over the white tank top she was wearing and clipped the gun and her cell into her belt that hung on the waist of her blue jeans that fell onto the black army style boots. The only thing running through her mind being that she better be getting double pay for this. Pushing her sun glasses onto her face and throwing her kit over her shoulder she started off towards the entrance with coffee in hand.
Warrick walked up to Catherine, "What's going on?" he'd just arrived, and looked like he wasn't long out of bed himself.
"DB in the room, Grissom will tell you the rest" the blond explained as she reached for her cell –she began to dial only to find it was too late. Sara Sidle was walking up the corridor towards the older woman – sighing and wishing she wasn't the one to have to deal with this she clipped her phone to her belt and called. "Hey Sar..."
"Hey, so what's going on? Why have I been called back here when I only left work three hours ago?" The brunette questioned with a smile taking another drink from her coffee – strong and black. Catherine didn't smile, and Sara picked up on just how awkward she was being. "What's happening?"
"Sara, I…err…" Catherine stopped
"Catherine what…" Sara was getting impatient, "What the hell is going on here?" She took her sun glasses off and looked into the blue eyes of the blond CSI – she wanted answers.
Her knees buckled, her heart sank and she fell backwards against the wall before sliding down to the floor. Catherine tried to hold her but she was too late, the younger collapsed to the floor in shock – the blond followed and held Sara close trying to offer comfort.