Title : AS SURE AS THE SUN
Written by SeudSidle
Pairings: G/S,S/Gr
friendship
Rating: R
Summary:A case go wrong.
Author's Note: Thanks MCrocker for her help.
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Chapter 1
[Officer Simmons]
I see CSI Sidle coming with a thick folder in her hands. That's not a surprise.
If you see the guy in the interrogation room you will understand. He calls
himself `Everest'. Sure is. 6ft 4 and around 380 pounds and all muscle. I look
like an elf in front of him. Good thing that I carry a gun and the dude has his
hands tight.
CSI Sidle drops down few files. She picks them up and I thank her for the view
of her ass. I have seen a lot of beautiful woman, this is Vegas after all. Every
bimbo comes here for a career as a dancer and they end up in the streets,
selling their plastic body for few bucks.
Sidle, well
she's not really beautiful. Catherine Willows, well that's a fine pussy. And
those lips, no wonder she's always with someone new. I doubt that Willow's
husband cheated on her. She must have cheated on him.
"Hey Simmons. How's the wife?"
CSI Sidle says to me and smiles. She's not smiling the way she used to. But
still that weak smile is enough to make my legs go limp.
The lady
screams class. C L A S S. You can't fuck with that woman. She will not allow it.
She's the kind of woman that you love for the rest of your life. The kinds that
will buy flowers for and remember her birthday. You'll know when she's expecting
her period and what's her favourite bubble gum flavour.
"Growing bigger by the day. You have to see her belly, it's huge. We don't want
to know the sex of the baby, but it must been a girl."
I smile and she's smiles back. I must sound like a crazy dad but I don't care. I
wanted a baby so bad and when Teresa told me that she was pregnant, I touched
the sky. My wife is like Sidle. Her birthday is in 01/05, she has a steady 29
cycle, and her favourite flavour is strawberry.
"Yeah? You want a baby girl? Daddy's little girl?"
She laughs when I nod my head. I going to love that baby and sing them sweet
lullabies. I will be there when my son or my daughter- I hope for the second-
say his or hers first words. I'm going to bath the little angel and feed her,
buy her puffy animals and I swear she's going to be the happiest child in the
world. I so badly want
a baby girl. Girls are so sweet and pink.
"What ya say? It's time to go to Everest?"
She asks and I laugh. Sure is. I don't want to but it's my job. It's a good job.
I'm a daddy now. I don't want to be in the streets. I want to see my kid grow
up. I want to heartbeat when she cries or when he cries. I choose department
just for that. I'm twenty-nine and I have seen enough. I don't regret it. My
pals in the force laughed with me. They say I'm the only guy going backwards. I
don't care about my career, I care about my family.
"He's Everest alright. Scary dude, Ms. Sidle."
"Let's keep him out of the streets then."
I heard she has a problem with abuse cases. She looks calm to me. Truth to be
told, the lady is scary too.
I mean, she's not sweat like Teresa. Sometimes Sidle is from iron and some times she's like melting butter. She's the night and she's the day.
I don't know
much about woman. I have seen a lot of them, but I don't know a lot. Teresa and
I met in high school; my grandmother always said to me to stay away from women
who look like the moon. Sidle is one of them.
I open the door and we step inside. That guy scares the shit out of me. Damn,
he's huge. And all those tattoos in his arms.
I have a
tattoo; it's a sweet little thing. A heart and Teresa's name, I will add the
baby's name too. This guy he has tattoos like dragons and skeletons, and the
word HATE in his fingers. I'm so glad that I have a gun.
Sidle sits in the chair and looks at him. I'm trying to see through her eyes.
All I can see is a blonde, ugly motherfucker. He has a small beard and has eyes
in the same colour as Dr. Grissom's. Dr. Grissom's eyes are warm and smart. This
dudes eyes are cold and full of hate. I bet he didn't expect to be here. I bet
he though he had committed the perfect crime and never though that a woman would
put him behind the bars.
"Gregory Smarnimof. Is that your name?"
Sidle asks him and I have to admit that the woman has more guts than I do. She
stills looks at him. I turned my gaze when he looked at me.
He brings
chills in my spine. I look at the double mirror, hoping someone is at the other
side in case something goes wrong. I have a bad feeling.
"You don't want to talk? Seems I'll do all the talking."
I wouldn't want to be in Sidle's shoes for all the money of the world. My body
tense and I'm sweating. The Smirnoff dude looks at me and I grab my gun just to
be sure. A year ago a guy, half his size had put a show on Dr. Grissom. It took
four of us to take that guy down.
"We found your fingertip in one of the mirrors. At first, I found it weird.
Putting mirrors in your victims eyes but then I got it. You wanted them to see
you through your eyes."
Some say that the CSI's do an easy job. They collect evidence, and then back to
the lab for analysis; easy, safe job. Yeah, they forget that accidents happen. I
look at Sidle for a moment. She's doing fine. Sometimes she can be little harsh
with the suspects but that's fine with me, I don't mind. If they wanted softness
then they shouldn't commit crimes.
"I don't understand why you killed them…"
"They were whores like you. Believed that they were better because they were
Americans and I'm not. So I killed the American whores."
"Hey! Hey, that's enough!"
I say, but my voice is trembling. I look at Sidle. She's grinning her teeth but
she stays still and says nothing. She's pissed off I can tell you that. She has
a reputation for bad temper but she's holding back. I guess the suspension two
months ago is still fresh in her memory.
"I think we're done here."
Sidle says and I nod my head. She stands up and starts to collect her files,
mostly photos. That's something that Smarnimof doesn't like. He hit his huge
hands in the table and sends the photographs all around the room. I swallow
hard.
"YOU'RE NOT DONE HERE UNLESS I SAY." He barks.
"You said nothing so far. We have you. The evidence doesn't lie."
"YOU AMERICAN WHORE."
I hear a CRACK and I see the horrified look in Sidle's face. Then it hit me.
I've never seen that look in her face. Angst, pity, desperation, maybe fear but
not that scary look. I turn my gaze from her face and even if I don't want to, I
look at him. He cracked his handcuffs with the same easiness as one could tear a
piece of paper.
Next thing I know, I'm under a table, and my head hurts. I can hear voices, and
some strange language and then a scream for help. I shake my head and pull the
table away. I'm bleeding from my nose and my vision is unstable.
Sidle!
Smarnimof crash her in the wall and I see blood covering her face. The
son-of-a-bitch! He hit her! My hand goes to my side and I pull my gun out. My
hand shakes so much that I miss. I miss. The guy is as huge as a mountain, the
distance that separates us is less than
six feet, and I miss.
He leaves Sidle and she crashes in the floor like a doll. She moans and I shoot
again. I hit him in the leg but it's not enough to stop him. I close my eyes
when I feel his hands in my shirt. He lifts me as if I have no weight and he
throws me in the other side of the room. I fell on top of Sidle and this time
when I hear a crack, I know that it is a broken bone. Sidle screams and that
seemed to rage him even more. Where is the back up? They didn't hear the
gunshots?
The gun! I'm still holding my gun. I close my eyes and I empty my gun in him.
I don't open my eyes. I keep the shut. I pray for my unborn baby to be healthy
and smart. I pray to take Teresa's eyes. I pray for Teresa. I pray for her to
find a man to love her as much as I love her. I cry. Tears running down my face.
God I love her so much. Please let me tell her that I love her one last time.
Then suddenly voices fill the room but I don't open my eyes. I still hit the
trigger when Captain Brass comes and tells me that it's over. I open my eyes to
see Smarnimof lying in a pool of blood. He has a hole in his forehead and I
smile.
I'm gonna see Teresa again.
I'm gonna tell her that I love her.
First thing
that I'll do when I wake up and when I go for sleep. I'm gonna tell
her that I love her.
"Shit! Sidle."
I whisper and jump up. The curse that leaves Jim Brass mouth is enough to tell
me in how bad shape she is. Brass and I do exactly the opposite. I stand up and
he kneels down.
"Motherfucker!"
I curse and turn away. Sidle's left leg is broken. I know that because her bone
is protruding. I don't want to think that that was the crack I heard. Blood runs
down of the left side of her face. How long was I out? How many times this
fucker hit her?
I put my head
in my hands. I screwed up. I totally screwed up. It's my fucking fault.
"Sara? Can you hear me? C'mon doll. Don't play tricks with me. Open your
eyes…Good, good…breathe slowly sweetheart...slowly, yeah that's
it…no, don't try to move doll, calm down…everything going to be fine Sara…you
going to be okay."
With a groan, I leave the room. I see CSI Sanders.
"What happen? Where's Sara?"
"I fucked up. I fucked up."
**********
[Greg Sanders]
We solved the case. We nailed the guy. I can't hide the huge grin on my face.
Sara and I nailed that bastard. I could see that Sara was tense trough the whole
investigation thing. But she acted cool. Even Ecklie said it. That's the only
reason that I'm not in the interrogation room with her.
Ecklie.
He wanted to learn if everything was all right. Yeah, that was his way
to ask if Sara had screwed up. Like I would say anything. I don't even talk to
the guys for her. If I say something then Catherine will know in about three
seconds. And if Catherine knows, then Ecklie will too. Not that Sara gave me a
reason. It's strange. I liked Sara because she was so alive. Now she's a shell
of herself.
I asked Grissom for the reason but he has other things in his mind. Now that
Curtis is leaving; it must suck. First the team splits and he lost three of his
best CSI's and gets stuck with a rookie and a dayshift, then his best CSI has a
brake down and his second best CSI is leaving.
I knock his office door.
"Got a minute?" I ask him.
"Uh…yeah, come in."
I smile and step inside.
"What do you want Greggo?"
"Sara and I closed the case. She's in the interrogation room with the suspect
right now, but I wanted to talk you about something."
He sits down the file he was reading and pull his glasses off. He squeezes his
eyes. Scratch his beard for a minute or two. I'm keep
waiting. He's not ready. His mind is somewhere else. Probably in his latest
case.
"Ecklie."
"He talked to you too?"
I ask and he waves positive with his head. I leave a sigh and look at him.
"What that guy wants anyway?"
"What did you say to him?"
"The truth. He asked how Sara was doing. I told him that she's doing great as
always. She's teaching me how to become the great CSI that she is. He, uh,
didn't take it well. It's as if he prays for her to screw up."
"It wouldn't surprise me. By the way Greg, thanks."
I smile. It was clear after Sara's fight with Catherine that no one was to stand
up for her. Not Nick, her best friend, not Warrick and
not Curtis. Not that I'll expect Sofia stand up for Sara. She was Ecklies pet.
She chose the dark side.
"How she's doing Grissom?" I ask him and he stays silent for a while.
"Honesty I don't know. Outside she's okay. She's early for her job, she's doing
doubles, she doesn't talk much. Typical Sara."
"I don't blame her."
"But inside…I don't know. She doesn't let me in."
"She opened up and she closed shut. Yeah, same here. She'll be fine. Probably
her ego hurts."
He smiles and I leave the room. Sara might be lot of thinks. Hot tempered,
stubborn as a mule, straightforward, but her ego isn't
larger than life. Something else is wrong and somehow Grissom knows and don't
want to tell. I respect that. When Sara is ready she will tell me.
I walk down the hall and I'm heading to locker rooms when I spot Nick in the
breaking room. He's over some reports. I can't believe that he didn't stand up
for her. They are best friends for Christ shake. I could never imagine that Nick
could put his career over his friends.
How that song goes? A friend in need is a friend indeed. I guess that Nicky
hadn't heart that song. Anyway, I have no problem with
the dude. Sure I'm a little pissed off but that's between him and Sara. He did
nothing to me. So, I'm going to say a `hi', see if he
has something to say now that Catherine isn't around.
"Hey."
"Hey Greg. Still here?"
"Yeah, our guy just came."
"Our guy? Is that yours and Grissom's or yours and Sara's?"
"Mine and Sara's. She's with him right now."
He doesn't speak. I didn't know that Sara was a persona non-grada. I shook my
head and he looks at me. I'm waiting him to say something
but he opens his mouth and closes it again. Yeah, great friend. I stand up but
before I leave, I turn back.
"Hey Nick. You know why Sara has a better solving record than you? Cause she
cares more about the cases and less for her career."
I don't wait to hear his answer. I decide to go see how Sara is doing. I'm in my
way to the interrogation room when suddenly I hear loud footsteps behind me. I
turn to see few cops with guns in hand. I don't like that. I don't know why but
I'm not running. My mind tells my legs to run but they stay still and I'm doing
small, unsteady steps. I'm few feet away when I see Simmons. His nose is broken
and he has a small piece of wood under his right eye. I keep
telling to my self that now it's not the best time for a panic attack.
"What happen? Where's Sara?"
He seems lost. He doesn't answer me right away. And that's good, cause I don't
know if I'm ready to hear his answer.
"I fucked up. I fucked up."
I'm definitely not ready for his answer. He's doing three steps and then falls
to my arms. I'm not good in these things. I have no problem when it comes to
dead people-well; maybe a little- but I'm not good with the living. For my good
luck a see a paramedic.
"Hey! Hey! I need help here."
The paramedic takes him from my arms and put him slowly down. At once, he starts
to check his vitals. He grins when he looks Simmons eye wood.
"Not good. We have to move him."
I'm not sure if the paramedic said that to me or to his colleague but I'm
shaking my head anyway and help him move Simmons. I'm waiting one minute and
then two and when I don't see Sara coming out, I understand that it's time to be
a friend. A friend in need is a friend indeed.
The first thing that I see when I enter the room is Brass's back. Another
paramedic is bent over in what I guess it must be Sara. Brass doesn't let me go
closer through. I give him an angry look but he shakes his head and leads me
outside the room. It's then that I see our suspect, he has a hole in his
forehead.
"What happened? Is Sara okay?" I ask.
"She's going to be fine Greg."
"Going to? What do you mean `is going to'?"
I ask with a voice full of panic. My hands are shaking and I'm sweating. My
shirt is stuck in my body and I feel like someone is shooting cold water in my
back. Then the information hit my mind.
"Why did you leave her alone with Simmons? Huh? The guy had a record as thick as
my leg. Assault. Assault with weapon. B and E. Assault
with gun. Vandalism. Attempt to rape. Homicide…the list goes on and on. Why
there was only Simmons with her?"
"Simmons was capable…"
"Yeah, that's why he's on his way to hospital." I snap at him. I
realise that I
went too far and I give him an apologetic look. He shakes his head and looks
inside the paramedics.
"Grissom?" I ask.
"Doesn't know."
"Should I tell him?"
"I think you should."
I leave before I see Sara. I don't want to see her like this. Weak. Broken. I
don't know what her problem is with abuse cases is but I bet that now she's
going to have a bigger one. I know that even if I were with her it wouldn't make
a difference. I can't understand how that happened though. They guy was secured
and Simmons had a gun that he used, obviously. I know that Sara knows jujitsu
but it's not good when for opponent you have a mountain. Plus she's only on her
second year and if it's like my Karate classes…
"You want something Greg?"
I didn't realise that I'm standing outside Grissom's office.
"The whole lab gone mad. Something about a suspect…I'm on my way down there." He
closes his file and puts his jacket on.
"Tell Sara not to leave. We might be needed."
I must left a sigh cause he looks me like I'm evidence he doesn't like.
"Greg, where's Sara?"
I bite my lip and he runs out of his office.