Disclaimer: Yep, they're still the same.
Rebekah had called everyone she could think of. The cops, the crime lab, the hospital, social services, basically anyone who might want to know that Alice was alive and well. Before long the quiet stand of trees was surrounded by a excited throng of people, all talking amongst themselves. Alice had been taken to the hospital, and her parents had been arrested. They had known where she was all along, and only when a neighbor had questioned Alice's whereabouts did they feign a kidnapping. They had been locking her down in the cellar regularly for years, as a form of punishment. Normally they would have let her out after a few hours or days, but with all the police interest, they couldn't risk it. People would undoubtedly wonder how and when she had been delivered from the "kidnappers." They had no choice but to leave her down there until they could come up with a better plan, all the while sneaking out there in the dead of night to leave a day's worth of food and water.
But the psychotic behavior of these parents was not my greatest concern. I was technically, medically, legally, completely insane. There was no way that they were going to let me go back to work like this. So there was a hearing, to determine my competency. Rebekah promised to say good things on my behalf.
"You did solve the case and save the girl," she had pointed out. She sort of shook her head. "I have no idea how you did it, but somehow…"
I was just as confused about that as everyone else. How had I seen her, there in the leaves? At the hearing they asked me that. How did you know where to find the girl? Did you have a hand in putting her there? I don't know. I just saw her there, clear as day. I didn't ask for this, but here it is, and what am I supposed to do with it? They decided I wasn't a criminal, but my sanity was another story.
According to the fine experts in psychology at Fairview Mental Hospital, I was suffering from schizophrenia, the onset of the symptoms of which had first appeared seven months earlier during the case of the murders by Jacob Erikson. Though they didn't know how I knew when Erikson was going to kill, they were convinced that the visions of his first victim were merely hallucinations. Seeing Alice right above the spot where she was being held captive had to just be a similar situation.
It was decided that technically, I couldn't continue to work with the crime lab because my altered state of mind could prove to be compromising. As I cleaned out my locker, Vivian came in and said, "If you need anything, just let us know, we'll do what we can." She paused for a moment, as if weighing her options. Then she continued without explanation of what she was thinking. "I'll talk to your psychiatrist about it, and I'm not making any promises… But if we ever need your help, we'll call you." With that she turned and walked out of the room.
Throw me to the sky because I know I'm coming back…
A/N: This is probably the last of this 'series' for awhile. I'm going to write a more conventional CSI: LA series, with a pilot episode that reintroduces all the characters and everything. Stay tuned for that. As always, reviews are much appreicated.