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Mirror Image... and Only That by Marco
Hey guys and gals, that's my gift for you. Another part of Mirror Image! Disclaimers and the other things are in part 1, as usual, though in this part, there is a spoiler for 'No Humans Allowed'. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all! Enjoy it!
PART 9 - THE BOMB ALWAYS BLOWS TWICE.
In the interrogation room, it's over. Cynthia Stiers is cuffed and going to be taken away to a maximum security cell in Las Vegas Jail. But after two seconds, the woman has managed to break herself free, and after having thrown the cops off of her, runs to the prison van and throws off the driver. Everybody in the District, including our favourite CSIs, and the guests, run out of the building to see what's going on. A cop tries to stop Cynthia by trying to reach her with his right arm through the open door window, but she closes it forcefully, breaking it, then she brings it down enough to let his arm slip out. The man rolls away, pain clearly evident on his face. Cynthia turns the key once, but the engine doesn't work. She turns it a second time, and a big explosion takes care of her and the police van. Pieces of glass, metal and other things begin flying, and instinctively Gil, Nick and Marcus throw Cath, Sara and Lucy on the ground, acting as shields for them. Cath can't help but wonder about that other time as she lies on the sidewalk, 'trapped' under Gil Grissom's body, and, is that a flashlight? Gil notices she noticed his 'enthusiasm', and blushes beet red, which brings a smile to Cath's lips, and also a little red to her cheeks too. As they get up, and try to get the dust off her clothes, the two lead CSIs notice the other couples, and Cath's smile gets even broader. Gil looks at the still burning van and says 'Fate has decided my Destiny'. Cath: I don't understand why are you quoting Agatha Christie right now. Gil quirks an eyebrow at her. Gil: It was Tennyson. Cath: Well, anyway, you were wrong. It wasn't Fate. It was some human. And right now, my money's on the sister who escaped Sara. In the meanwhile, Nick is trying to console Sara, who is on the verge of tears, kind of an unusual fact for the usually tough-as-nails CSI. Sara: Oh my God. It's my fault, it's all my fault. How could I do this again? Nick was surprised by her words. Nick: 'Again'? Sara: Nick, you don't know my true story. Nick: And why don't I? Don't you trust me? Sara: I do, I do, but it's just that. this. it's just too hard to mention. and you probably won't even believe me. Nick: You won't know if you don't tell. And Sara told. Sara: It all happened when I was 8; my brother and I were playing upstairs, and Mom was in front of the TV in the living room. I had noticed her polishing a gun, which I didn't even know she had, but, you know, 8 year olds don't care a lot about guns, if they're not toys. Then, Dad arrived; he had been out to arrange some contracts about something I don't remember. I heard him and brought Mark downstairs. just as Mom shot and killed him. Like this, (she snapped her fingers) without a reason. So, me and Mark, we were put through hell; firstly I had to go and say I witnessed my Mom killing my Dad in court, being the key witness, then me and Mark were put in the Foster Care system, and after that. well, thankfully we were adopted by some good people. Nick didn't say anything, but Sara understood he had had a flashback from his past, and judging from his expression, it wasn't good. Sara: What's up, Nick? Come on, you can tell me. Nick: Well, it's just. nothing important. Sara: Don't think so. (decides to bluff) Is this related to what you told Cath. Nick interrupts her Nick: How do you know? Sara: I didn't, I was just bluffing. So, you already told Cath. Nick: I had to, it was affecting me on a case. Sara: It was that bad, huh? Nick: You don't know. See, Sara, I was eight, and she was a last minute babysitter. TBC...
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