The Invisible

[Billyjorja]

I'm totally hooked on this, more please soon.

Trish

[GSRLOVER34]

another great ud! ud asap!

[csi_forever1]

Hey y'all. Sorry about not posting a chapter in a bit. I've been having a, um, eventful weekend. I'm going through some rough 'events' right now & don't really have time to come on the boards; lots of stress, problems & all that nice ole' stuff. But here's a peace offering!

Chapter 9:

               About a half of an hour before the beginning of the night shift began, Gil Grissom was preparing to leave for work. But before that he needed to take just a couple more Advil for his throbbing head; hoping that his migraine would go away soon, or at least lessen. At least I don't get them too often, he told himself. But when he did get them, they could drive his concentration away from everything, and especially his work; which was never a good thing. So tonight, he could only hope that it would be a quiet one for the CSIs. Then the sound of his phone brought him into his kitchen, where the ringing was eminating from. His heart beat began to rise as he quickly made his way into the room, hoping that it was a certain someone returning his message. But it wasn't her; actually it was the person he would want it not to be.

               INCOMING CALL: ECKLIE

               He can wait. Grissom thought as he closed his phone and put it into his pocket. He was leaving for work soon anyway; if he had to, he'd talk to them there. He left about five minutes later, and about two minutes into his drive, his phone began ringing once again. Stopping at a red light, he quickly brought his phone out of his pocket and looked at the called ID again. And yet again, it was Ecklie. Considering he was a little under ten minutes away, Grissom figured that he could wait a little longer. He'd be there soon, so whatever it was, it could wait just a bit longer. After the drive to the lab, he started walking into the lab as his phone started ringing again. Passing Judy's station, and picking his phone up to his ear, he didn't bother looking at the caller ID.

               "Grissom."

               "I need to talk to you." When Grissom heard the voice echo, he put his phone down and looked to the left, and at Conrad Ecklie standing in a doorway, closing his phone.

               "Hello, Conrad."

               "In my office now, Gil. It's important." He said as he turned and walked back into his office taking a seat behind his desk. Walking in, Grissom became a bit confused upon seeing Brass sitting in one of the chairs.

               "What's this all about?" he inquired while approaching the two men; he then looked at Brass for an answer.

               "Take a seat, Gil." Brass told him. Grissom then took a seat in the chair next to his friend and began wondering what could be wrong this time. By the looks of things, these two men knew something he didn't know; or maybe even didn't want to know.

               "Alright, what's going on here?"

               "When's the last time you saw Sara?" Ecklie asked. Grissom who was taken aback had to search to find his voice for a moment.

               "Um, last November... but I'm confused; what exactly is going on here?" Grissom asked. Something wasn't right. Brass and Ecklie shared a look as Brass continued what Ecklie had started.

               "Listen, Gil, there's no easy way to tell you this, but, about an hour ago we got a call from the San Francisco police department." Grissom shifted in his chair uncomfortably upon hearing this. "A missing persons report has been filed for Sara." Grissom's eyes grew wide as he began shooting out questions.

               "What? When? Who filed the report?"

               "It was filed by a Laura Sidle at about 4 PM this afternoon." Ecklie said as he read a peice of paper on his desk.

               "What happened?" Grissom asked. Looking at another piece of paper, Ecklie began reading again,

               "It seems that yesterday evening she was to board a plane to head here, to Vegas, but she never boarded the plane and hasn't been seen in over twenty-four hours. Wait, actually her flight was delayed. But she still never showed up..." Ecklie than finished and looked up at Grissom.

               "She was... heading here?" Grissom asked.

               "Yes," Brass answered, "so you haven't seen or heard from her?" Grissom thought hard.

               "No. Not that I can remem-- wait." Grissom then remembered the message. "Gil. Help well hurt. I need. Love." he then quickly retrieved his phone from his pocket and put it on Ecklie's desk. "A message. She left me a message last night," both Ecklie and Brass grew more alert and listened intently to him, "it had a lot of static though. I couldn't understand much, only a few words here and there."

               "What can you remember from it... anything?" asked Ecklie as he motioned for Brass, with a nod of the head, to write it down on his notepad. Grissom didn't miss a beat.

               "Gil. Help, well, hurt. I need. Love. There was a period of static between the words, then nothing." Brass nodded as he wrote down the words. "I couldn't understand anything else though." Brass then took it upon himself to take Grissom's phone and begin walking out. "Archie." Grissom said, more than he asked, as he didn't bother looking up.

               "Bingo." And Brass was gone.

               "Have you heard anything else?" Grissom asked, quietly. Ecklie leaned forward a bit,

               "No, but I need to ask, if Sara had anyone, unknown by the department, who wanted to... hurt her?"

               "No, not that I know of." Grissom admitted. He honestly didn't know anyone other than Natalie, who was locked away in a mental hospital, and that was pretty much it. Then suddenly, his logical side started fading away as the panic started to finally set in. Sara. His Sara, was missing.

               Somewhere all alone, scared or hurt. She just couldn't go through it again. Getting up and without another word he stormed out of Ecklie's office, leaving him slightly confused and worried.

               "Don't do anything stupid, Gil!" he yelled out after him. But he didn't hear him. Gil Grissom needed to help her. He needed to find her. And to do that he needed to go to San Francisco.

               One hour and nineteen minutes later, Grissom had run home, packed a small bag, and bought a ticket for the next flight out from Vegas to San Francisco. The plane had just taken off as he closed his eyes and tried his very best to calm himself down, as he whispered to himself, "I'm coming, Sara."

LOVE, (& lots of it)
Shannon <3

[sixtyplus]

Come on shannon chin up ,great chapter and we are nearly back to where you left off last time ,its just a great fanfic we are all here for you 

[RusCSI]

It's great, I like these chapters because they show so many feelings... Can't wait for next update.

[Billyjorja]

Yes, we are all here for you, update when you can.

Trish

[GSRLOVER34]

yeah were all here for you! your getting closer to where you left off, great ud! ud when you can.

[csi_forever1]

Hey guys! Thanks for the comments & reviews! Things are gradually getting better for me over here. Thankfully! & I'm gonna post a couple chapters here nowwww!
Yaaayyyyyy!

Chapter 10:

               How do you solve a murder... when the victim is you?

               Or, more importantly, how do you let people know who did it. You know what happened. Where it happened. And even why. What are you supposed to do now?

               Sara had been sitting in the back yard all evening, thinking about all this. And what on Earth happens next? A bright white light at the end of the tunnel? Too cliche, she thought. No one can hear her or see her. Everyone else still thinks she is alive. Was there something she was supposed to do? She then got up and walked into the house. She then found her way into her old bedroom, which she had been occupying since November. Sitting up on the bed, she climbed fully onto it and sat in the center, legs tucked under her. Her arms were rested on her thighs as she looked around. Now what? It seems as if that were the only question she could ask herself. But, she still didn't know the answer. Laying on her back staring at the ceiling, her arm guided itself over to the night stand and opened up the small drawer, like she had done a thousand times within these past months. Sara then pulled out a picture with a slight wrinkle in it, and allowed her gaze to fall upon it. It was of her and Grissom, with Hank occupying the bottom of the photo; and it was her favorite picture of them. She remembered the day very well. It was a saturday morning and she was in a bad mood; the night before Grissom had promised he would watch a movie with her, and he had. Sort of. He fell asleep 10 minutes into it...
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               "What do you want to do today?" Grissom asked her, as they sat together in their living room on the couch; the TV on in the background. He put his arm around her and pulled her to him. Sara kept her gaze on the TV, and simply shrugged. "What? Nothing?" he inquired. When she ignored him, he turned her head so she would face him, as he put on a puppy dog face.

               "Excuse me." she said, annoyed. "But I am trying to watch something. Try not to fall asleep." she said sarcastically. Turning her attention back to the news. She continued to ignore him.

               "Sara. I said I'm sorry. I'm just not a fan of, um... those chick movies."

               "What was the name?" she asked. Still not looking at him.

               "The name?"

               "Of the movie. You do remember that don't you?"

               "Oh, yeah..." After about a minute, Grissom decided to, not so smoothly, change the subject.

               "Let's see what else is on TV." he suggested as he reached across her and tried to grab the remote. But Sara beat him to it as she raised it high above her head away from him, and out of his reach.

               "Gilbert Grissom!" she part-laughed, part-yelled. "You don't even know the name of it?"

               "Of course I do... I just, don't. Um, remember it?" he said; asking more than stating. Sara then, not so gently, tossed the remote to Grissom, hitting him in the chest. She then crossed her arms in front of her and tried to ignore him again. "Sara." Grissom begged. "How can I make it up to you?" Sara barely had to think.

               "Buy me a puppy." she said as she finally turned to face him. I sly smirk on her face. Definately catching Grissom off-guard. But he quickly recovered as he matched her smile and gave her a quick and simple response.

               "Fine." he said as he stood up and brought her up with him. "Let's go."
2 hours later they were at a dog shelter and were preparing to bring home a new addition to their family. While they were there one of the employees took a quick picture; one that captured them in one of their happier moments.
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               Sara held the photo to her heart as tears soon began to fell.

               Sara put the photo in her pocket as she got herself off of the bed and walked out of the room. She soon found her way into the kitchen as she sat in one of the four wooden chairs surrounding the fairly small kitchen table. They had been the same chairs that the Sidle family had used when Sara was young. Sara looked around, and realized her mother wasn't around. Rising up, she walked out of the kitchen, down the small hallway, to the right, and was face to face with her mother's closed bedroom door. Sara almost knocked on the door out of habit but then laughed sadly at the thought. Opening the door slightly, Sara peered inside to see Laura sitting up in her bed, reading a book. Stepping back out of the bedroom, Sara closed the door and began walking back in the direction of the kitchen. Emerging out of the small hallway, Sara's attention was brought to the sliding glass doorway occupying the back wall of the kitchen, where she had just heard a small, yet sudden, thud. Quickening her pace towards the door, she became a little nervous. She stepped up to the glass and looked around and into the backyard; nothing. She then cautiously sat herself back down in a chair, and upon looking on the ground of the deck outside, she sighed. There, about a foot away from the door, was a small bird, a robin perhaps, laying face up on the deck.

               Poor thing, Sara thought, must've flown into the window.
The bird wasn't dead though. It's small chest was still quickly rising up and down despite the fact that it's eyes were closed and it lay face up, as well as it's small feet in the air. Sara almost expected it to jump up and fly away, but no. It stayed on the ground; the only sign of life in the small animal was it's tiny moving chest. Then something happened. Something weird, or surreal, or unnatural... Sara couldn't even find the right words to describe it. She heard something. A chirping. No, not an annoying ringing in your ears that you'd get every now and then, but an actual chirping; from a bird. Looking to her left, she struggled to keep herself from jumping back as a small bird had settled itself on her shoulder, singing a sweet tune in her ear. She took a double-take as she looked from the bird on her should to the bird on her deck outside. Wait.
It was the same bird. On her shoulder, and on the ground. Now, if Sara wasn't confused before, she sure was now. The bird was laying on the ground, and looked almost dead... but wasn't. The bird was on her shoulder, it could see her. To the little animal, she was real. They were in the same world. But the bird wasn't dead. So... was she dead? Sara then got out of the chair and onto the floor, scooting herself up to the sliding door, sitting Indian style. She watched the 'real' bird closely, as it's chest went up and down, up and down, and then, boom. Nothing; the movement in it's chest had now ceased to exist. Sara looked to her left, expecting the bird to still be there, perched on her shoulder. But it was gone. Just like that the bird had passed from one world and to the next. But not before stopping where Sara was currently. But in the state of confusion that overtook her, Sara wasn't even sure about where that was either.

               The bird wasn't dead, but it was with her. Not dead. Not dead.

               "Not dead." Sara whispered out loud. "Not dead." Sara said as she rose to her feet.

               All this time, she had been wasting, while walking around moping about her "death." But now she was given hope.

               "I'm still alive."

DUN DUN DUUUUN!
Leave me some love here now.
<3
Shannon

[sam11108]

I'm lovin' this story...great job

[csi_forever1]

Here's another, shorter chapter that I'll give you all to keep the tomatoes at bay.
ENJOY!

Chapter 11:

               Grissom had been in San Francisco for a little over an hour now, and was currently in the back of a taxi, heading towards the San Francisco police department. He arrived minutes later as he paid his cab fare and approached the double doors to the building. Entering he found his way to the front desk, where a woman was talking on the telephone. She gave a gesture to him that said, one minute, as she quickly wrapped up her conversation and turned her attention towards Grissom.

               "How may I help you, sir?" the red headed, soft-spoken woman asked with a sweet smile.

               "My name is Gil Grissom and I'm from the crime-lab in Las Vegas," Grissom stated, while showing the receptionist his lab ID. "I would like to talk with someone concerning a recently reported missing person." The woman leaned forward, and lowered her glasses as she glanced at his ID. Looking back up she gave him another, more serious smile, and she flipped through a few pages on her desk.

               "A Sara Sidle?" she quietly asked. Just she mention of her name made Grissom's heart ache. Grissom could only nod. "Well Mr. Grissom, you're going to want to talk to the officer on the case," she said as she did a bit of typing on her computer, "one moment, please. You can take a seat."

               Grissom then sat himself down in one of the chairs across the room and watched as the woman, who's name he hadn't cared to discover, made a phone call. Around ten minutes later, a man walked into the department, an officer actually. He approached the receptionist's desk as he talked for a few moments with the woman. They're small conversation ended when she motioned towards Grissom, as the man thanked her and approached him. Grissom then stood up as the officer put his hand out, as the two exchanged a hand-shake.

               "Gil Grissom?" the man asked. Not waiting for any confirmation he continued, "Henry Owens. I was the one who answered the call about Ms. Sidle's disappearance; is there something I can do for ya?" the older man asked.

               "I need to help out with this case." Grissom told him. The man just ran his hand over his face and sighed; he seemed to be expecting that.

               "They were right." he said. After looking at Grissom's confused expression, he continued. "They called here a couple of hours ago, you know, from Las Vegas, and told us you would want to work it." Grissom could only think of one person; Ecklie. Yet he continued to listen to the officer to explain the situation. "I'm gonna save you the details and just tell you flat out, they aren't gonna let you work the case." Grissom's face seemed to lose all color, as if all the determination had just left his body. "Something about personal issues, and conflicts with lab stuff, and things like that. I wish I could give you more info on that but I was just notified a while ago by the sheriff and the DA, and those were my orders." Grissom knew it was best not to argue, but tried to get a least some information.

               "Well... is there anything at all I can do, or any information you can give me..." Grissom's voice was tired, desperate even, as it trailed off mid-sentence. The man seemed to almost look down on him with pity. Then something seemed to click in the cops head.

               "You're the fiance aren't you?" Henry asked quietly. Grissom smiled inwardly, but sighed sadly on the outside. "You know what, I'll give ya a hold of Laura, her mother." he said as he pulled out a blank piece of paper and scribbled an address on it. "You can catch the gist of the situation from her, but that's all I can do for ya." he concluded as he handed Laura Sidle's home address over to Grissom. Grissom gladly received the slip of paper.

               "Thank you." he smiled, as he soon left the building, hearing a "good luck" follow after him.


There we go! GRISSOM TO THE RESCUE!

[RusCSI]

Hey! I remember this scene (where Sara looks at the bird)  in a movie I've watched. I said it on old board, but I want to repeat - the name of movie is the same as name of your story. Uh, I love this movie, I love your story! Please, don't leave it at this moment! I want more!

[sixtyplus]

please carry on its nearly there now i cant wait for you to continue.

[Billyjorja]

I am so caught up in this story, please continue when you can.

Trish

[csi_forever1]

Sorry about the delay!
Here'a a peace offering.

Chapter 12:

               "I'm still alive."

               She had never run faster in her entire life, but within seconds she was back in her mother's bedroom. Her mother was still reading the book, but every now and then kept looking out the window and into the front yard as if waiting for Sara to pull up in a taxi.

               "Mom." she said as she got on the bed and brought her self next to Laura. "Mom, I need your help." she pleaded. "I'm dying out there!" Sara screamed. She was alive, but it seemed like everything was hopeless, no one could hear her. "Please hear me! I'm begging you..." she cried. She then grabbed a hold of her mother by the shoulders and began to scream, "I'm dying out there, mom! And all you can do is sit there, and read a god damn book!" she was looking into her mother's eyes with her own fiery ones, as she ripped the book from her mother's grasp and threw it. Sounds of shattering glass could be heard as the window shattered. Sara got off of the bed and walked up to the wall, as she rested her forehead against it. What was she going to do? Punching the wall she turned around and looked at the room. It was almost as if nothing had happened. The window was still in tact, and her mom remained unphased, book still firmly in her grasp, with eyes trained on the words inside.

               The doorbell soon gained both of the women's attention. Laura, put the book down as the got off of the bed and headed in the direction of the front door. Sara stayed in the room though, as she sat down, pulled her legs up to her chest and began to softly cry.

               "Can I help you?" she could hear her mother ask from down the hall.

               "I'd like to talk to you about Sara."

               That voice. Sara then got herself on her feet, as she quickly wiped her tears and walked towards the door of the bedroom, still listening.

               "Ok... and who are you again?" she heard her mother say. Turning the corner and facing the door, she held back a sob.

               "Gil Grissom." he said, a bit uneasy.

               "Aaah. Yes, Sara has mentioned you on many occasions." Laura said smiling. "Why don't you come on in." she said, as she gave room for him to enter inside. He shyly nodded as he stepped inside and looked around at the small, yet tidy house. He then followed Laura to the right and into a small living room. Sara could only look at him. He had lost weight, and grown back his beard, too. But the features on his face were long and tired.

               He had dark circles under his eyes and looked almost ill.

               "Oh, Gil," Sara said, trying not to cry. All she wanted to do was run up to him and leap into his arms. It nearly killed her to know she couldn't. After all this time, all she could do was sit and watch. Grissom and Laura had taken seats opposite to each other, a coffee table separated the two pieces of furniture they each occupied.

               "So, wh-what happened." Grissom asked Laura, his voice cracking a little bit. Laura inhaled slowly as she told what she had been telling everyone else during the past day. Starting with dropping Sara off and ending with never receiving a call.

               "We thought that maybe she was with you, and we just didn't know it." Sara, had been watching the two, while crying. Grissom looked out the window and closed his eyes. "I wish she had been."

[sam11108]

i'm glad you finally decided to post another chapter...loving it