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Stopping a few feet behind her, Grissom was absolutely terrified at what he would see.
The thumping sound of his heart echoing through his head.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
What if... no. None of that. He scolded himself for fearing the worst.
Thump.
He walked step by step until he was along side Sara, though he had yet to lower his gaze.
Thump.
He held his breath as he dropped his head and glanced downward and over the edge of the well.
At first he wanted to scream.
To yell out in frustration.
Or even to fall to his knees and cry.
"No." Sara finally whispered.
The well was empty.
Grissom walked away briskly and leaned against a neighboring tree, closing his eyes tightly.
"This is wrong..." Sara said.
Grissom grunted out of frustration and angrily banged his fist against the tree.
"Of course it is!" he screamed. Closing his eyes again, he rubbed his temples with his fingers. "Every part of this is." he whispered.
He then turned his back to the tree, and slowly slid down the side. Sara had still yet to move herself from looking over and into the well.
"I thought you said that this was it." he grumbled as he stared out into space.
"It is-- was-- I don't know." she said as she sighed.
"I knew I was crazy." Grissom said as he got to his feet.
"You're not." Sara said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she finally looked at him. He simply looked at her and began walking.
" Ok. Fine. Then I'm still asleep." he said as he began walking in the direction from where they came.
"You're not." Sara said again, as her voice cracked.
But Grissom kept walking. He shook his head in disbelief. He knew he was either crazy, suffering from a terrible nightmare, or just had an extreme and unusually cruel imagination.
"Gil!"
He stopped as he heard Sara scream his name. He even almost kept on walking, but something in the back of his head told him not to.
"Gil, please!" he heard her yell again. Giving into his gut feeling, he turned around reluctantly and slowly made his way back to her.
As he approached her yet again, he made no eye contact and said nothing.
"Just look." she said to him as her long arm pointed deep into the well. He followed her instruction, yet didn't understand what she was trying to show him.
"I don't see anything." he said curtly.
"Please," she begged, "look harder."
Gazing back into the well he scanned the surface. He noted the shallow water level and rocks that occupied the floor of it. But he soon saw what Sara was talking about.
Although it was barely visible through the shallow, dirty water, he soon saw the glitter of something he knew all to well.
Sara's cell phone. Still opened from when she had dialed Grissom's number the night the 'accident' took place.
"Someone moved it-- I mean, me." she said, the shock very evident in her statement. Grissom was still stunned as he realized, yet again, that this was actually happening. Although it was hard to believe.
This was real.
"We need to go talk to Emma." Sara suddenly said. She began a brisk walk back in the direction of where they had come. Grissom nearly stumbled as he quickly turned around and caught up alongside her, keeping up with her quick pace.
"Who's Emma?" he asked.
"Someone who might know where my body is." she said quietly, keeping a steady pace.
Grissom pondered this all the while back to the main road. Maybe the cop had been wrong. Maybe, Jason Hughes didn't do this. Assumptions, he humorlessly mused to himself. But what did this Emma have against Sara to force her to try and kill her. As they quickly managed their way back up the steep, cliff-like hill, they quickly climbed into the car.
"Head back towards my mother's house." she said as he started the car. He nodded and they were on there way. After a moment, Grissom decided to figure out what he could about what he was missing during this situation.
"So, is this, Emma... the person who did this..." he asked, trying to pick out the right words. Sara's eyes widened in shock at the question.
"Oh! No, no, no!" she answered, shaking her head quickly from side to side. "Emma is the... girlfriend, of the man." Sara cringed at the use of the word, boyfriend, in describing Emma's relationship with Jason. She would have much rather said 'victim' or 'captive'. "She was there that night." she said. Grissom nodded understandingly.
"And this man is, who?" he asked. Sara sighed and closed her eyes.
"Jason Hughes."
Grissom's hands tightened around the steering wheel as he drove.
They drove in silence as they made their way back towards Laura Sidle's house. Reaching their destination, they parked in the street outside the house.
"So, why are we back at your mother's house if we need to talk to this girl?" Grissom asked as he turned and faced her.
"She lives next door." Sara answered softly. But before he could respond she kept on talking. "But you must promise me something." she said. She was trying to make the tone of her voice stern, yet the raw emotion was still visible to Grissom.
"Anything." Grissom breathed out. Sara looked into his eyes when she spoke again.
"If Jason is there. You leave. Don't even try talking to him," Grissom tried to interrupt, but Sara was persistent. Raising her hand, she continued, "You'll know if he's there. Emma's only allowed to answer the door when she's home alone."
"Sara..."
"If he answer's the door, you say, 'Sorry, wrong house' and you walk away."
"Sara." he said again.
"Gil, please just listen!" she cried, resting her head in her hands, "Please." she begged him. "Do what I said." she mumbled.
Looking up to meet his gaze, she wished, once again, that she could touch him. Hug him, kiss him, let him know she was alright. But she had a job to do if she ever wanted to really do that again...
"Okay." he said softly.
"Promise me." she quietly demanded. He looked at her and sighed.
"I promise."
Sara inhaled deeply and nodded once.
"Let's do this." she said.
Emerging from the car she made her way towards Jason Hughes' house, Grissom right along side her.
