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So Sure We Were On To Something:
Take Two
By L.
one
"Curtis."
"Hi, Willows, CSI."
"Hi, Catherine."
"Time for an update?"
"Sure."
"We'll get the father on all counts. Apparently, he documented the whole thing for years..."
"Jesus..."
"Yeah... Anyway, Greg and Sara found pictures with the Breeson kids, but there's at least 20 other kids in those photos as well..."
"Jesus..."
"Yeah... So, Greg and Sara have been checking out school records and missing persons and they've identified five so far."
"Well, that's great work..."
"Yeah..."
"So..."
"Yeah, well, she's been doing it for 16 hours straight..."
"Oh..."
"Yeah."
"OK, thanks."
"No problem."
two
Sofia pulled in to CSI headquarters and parked her car.
She found Sara where she'd thought she'd find her, and took a moment to lean against the doorframe and just watch her.
"Hey, Sara."
Sara looked up, "hey".
"Come on, let me drive you home."
"Nah, it's fine," Sara rubbed her eyes. "I'll have another coffee and a shower, and then my next shift starts anyway, so..."
"Come on, let me take you home."
They locked eyes for a moment until Sara relented and picked up her things.
Sara fell asleep immediately as she buckled up, so Sofia took the opportunity to stop by a drug store along the way. If she'd guessed correctly, Sara wouldn't have anything but water and stale bread in her fridge along with moldy vegetables, and she needed to eat as well as to sleep.
Once they got to Sara's house, Sofia gently woke her and told her she would help her up with the stuff.
"Thanks for the ride..."
"No problem. I'll swing by later to drop you off at work, OK?"
"Sofia, you really don't -"
"Humor me, OK?"
"OK," she motioned to her bedroom, "I'll take a shower and then I'll go to bed... See you later then?"
"Mhm," Sofia said, and held up the grocery bags, "I'll just put this in the kitchen."
She listened to Sara rummage around in the bathroom with a smile, and then she proceeded to crack some eggs.
When Sara stepped out from the bathroom she was wearing nothing but a tank and panties, breathily humming, "you are my lucky star..."
A loud crash and some unfamiliar noises from the kitchen made her jump, but she relaxed when she heard Sofia call out.
"It's just me - 'Jonesey'!"
"Jonesey?"
"Yeah, and if you're wearing what I think you're wearing you should go and put something on..."
"How... How did you know?"
"Wild guess."
"Why are you still here?" Sara said as she stepped in to the kitchen, now safely wrapped up in a robe.
"I thought you needed something to eat," Sofia shrugged, "I made you an omelet".
"What are you doing here?"
"I just told you."
Sara slumped down by the table and picked up a fork.
"Well, you can't stay. I need to sleep."
"Oh for god's sake, get over yourself," Sofia said, "I just wanted to... I don't know. Take care of you I guess."
"Fix me?"
"Oh, fuck you, Sara."
Sara raised a brow and started to load in omelet and OJ as if she hadn't seen food for days.
After just a couple of minutes, she was finished.
"Now I'm beat AND full, thank you," she stretched and yawned. "I'll see you in a few then?"
"Yeah, later."
three
"Sara, let's go," Catherine came stalking down the hall. "There's a second crime scene in the Breeson case!"
"What do you mean," Sara caught up with her, "I thought Breeson's in custody?"
"We have two girls, age 5 and 7, brutally raped and left for dead in a basement, Sara. Me and Warrick worked the scene."
They slammed the doors on the truck and took off.
"But... I don't understand, he's in custody."
"Remember the unidentified DNA found in the oldest Breeson daughter's room?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, that same DNA was in the semen found here, Sar'..."
"Oh, shit..."
"Yeah..."
Since Catherine and Warrick already had worked the scene, Sara and Catherine needed to go over it all again, but now looking for new links, other links.
The first CSIs at the scene had initially completed the search after a thorough examination. They'd made a rough sketch, taken the necessary photographs and completed the investigative notes. Now, Sara and Catherine needed to return to the point from which the search began.
"What have you done to poor Curtis?"
"What do you mean?"
"She's been sulking around for weeks..."
"Don't know what you're talking about..."
When searching large outdoor areas, the area is usually divided into strips about four feet wide. They started the search at one end and then moved back and forth across the area from one side to the other.
"You couldn't figure it out, could you?"
"What?"
"Who to get to wear the pants..."
"That's ridiculous."
"I'm just telling it like I see it, Sara."
Once the strip search was completed, a grid search was started. It covered the area in a similar manner, but from end to end. Indoor or outdoor areas may also be divided into zones or sectors, which are searched as individual areas.
"What would you know about it... You - "
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you."
"Why? Are you the only one allowed to make assumptions on other people's personal life? Or should I wait for Ecklie, would that make you feel safer?"
"You know, Sidle, sex is a game of power and control, and some of us are better at it than others..."
"Yeah, and some of us don't do it for $1 chips."
"Screw you."
"In your dreams, Cath."
"You don't have the balls, Sara."
It may be advisable to make a search beyond the area considered to be the immediate scene of the incident or crime. If so, persons needed to accomplish the search may be secured from a security police unit or other available unit.
But not this time.
"Cath?" Sara called out. "Over here!"
Catherine walked over and squatted next to Sara.
"Jesus..."
"Yeah."
"I'll call Grissom," Catherine sighed. "You call Curtis and Brass, they need to question Breeson again..."
four
"Sara," Sofia muttered from the door. "You need to stop overdoing everything..."
"It's my job, it's what I do."
"And you call me macho."
"What do you want, Sofia," she glared at her, "are you just here to remind me how it all went wrong? In how many ways I can mess things up?"
"Well," Sofia snorted, "that should be my line, right?"
Sara turned her attention back to the layout table and the photographs there.
"Would you believe me," Sofia continued, "if I told you I'm here just to beat me up, to turn me on?"
"No."
"Right, then listen, there's been -"
"That night," Sara interrupted, "was it something to you, or just...?"
Sofia stared at her, incredulous.
"I don't believe you... You have the worst timing ever."
"What?"
Just then, Catherine stumbled in.
"What's keeping you two?" she snarled. "We have a fresh scene."
five
The procedure for a crime scene photographer is to first walk through the scene to get perspective while being careful not to move, touch, or step on anything.
"Stop," Sofia held out a hand, "don't say it, don't even THINK it."
Sara looked up from the camera.
"What?"
"Why does everything with you have to be so... "
"What?"
Sara's first photographs provided an overview of as much of the scene as possible, from several different angles to show the scene as she saw it when she first entered.
Sofia trampled back and forth, careful not to step in anything.
"You are... Everything about you is... Too much. You work too much, you get too involved. You're too cranky, too generous, too quiet, too angry, too..."
Notes that link important details with the photograph ID numbers were made.
"You can't bring pizza and beer like a normal person would... Nooo, Sara Sidle has to cook a bloody culinary ATLAS!"
"You don't like my cooking?"
"That's not the point! Even the movies you pick are too much - I mean, what's wrong with Meg friggin' Ryan?"
"I hate her."
"Sara, you hate everybody."
"I do not! I liked..." she trailed off.
It's also important to take photos of the entire building, if the crime occurred within, and take photos of any entrance into the crime scene.
"I'm waiting."
Her overview photos included the position of any and all items considered to be evidence, such as weapons, bodies, or discarded clothing.
"Hey, I loved -"
"You laughed at her."
"Yeah, well..."
Then mid-range photos were taken, focusing on the position of those items considered as evidence.
This simply to provide a closer image of them in context.
"Waiting..."
Finally, each item of evidence was photographed in close-up detail.
"Joan Cusack!"
"Joan Cusack?"
"She's always good, but she was terrific in Working Girl."
"Oh, please."
"'Coffee, tea, me?'"
"If we're talking about that movie, what about Sigourney Weaver?"
"I just knew you'd get to that eventually..."
"Yeah."
"It's just... 'Jonsey'?"
Sofia froze.
"So, what then," she said, "I'm 'Queen Bitch of the Universe'?"
"No, maybe relentless, invincible..." Sara smiled tiredly. "Lethal..."
She then set the camera for the correct exposure.
"Can we please stop doing this..?"
"What? What are we doing?"
To record any evidence that may be in shadows.
"Just listen to us, we sound like a married old couple..."
"Well, yeah..."
To achieve the maximum depth of field possible.
"And we're not even together..."
"Well, no..."
To get good perspective without distortions.
Sara hesitated, "is that something you'd want?"
"What?"
And to achieve a sharp focus for best detail.
"Oh, Sara... I'd love for a chance to be with you..."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Cool."
The End