Wow.. Hello everyone. It's been a long time, right? I'm so sorry to have deserted you all. You know how it gets; priorities and life come first I'm afraid _ I hope everyone's well and I missed you guys all a lot. But anyway.. Enough of me being a whiny writer!
I just opened my laptop tonight and had this insatiable urge to write.. And write. It's 1am as I'm writing this right now. My muse is apparently in full force mode and I'm liking this.
My lovely GSR have come to pay me a visit. Unfortunately I do not own them, as I do not own CSI. If I did then Marg wouldn't be leaving ;_;
Please enjoy.
-Han
e·ter·ni·ty
-infinite time; duration without beginning or end.
The rain was gently tapping against the roof, streaking down the windows. It was calming, very calming; almost cleansing. The woman sat curled up in the small, cosy – yet worn, chair in the corner of the room. The room itself was bare. Cream coloured walls, adorned by a single painting that had caught her eye during a long walk. Simple, not distracting. It allowed her to relax, focus.
She turned a page of her book – a book that she knew very well from beginning to end. The pages were worn and the spine was starting to become tatty. The book bound in a deep violet spine was grasped tightly in the woman's hands. She read; she smiled, she cried, she laughed. So was the story; so was life. Books were very much like life; or so this one was. Echoed throughout this book were fragments of her own story. It was as if the story and her had a reflection upon one another.
She reached the end of the book once again. She had lost count how many times she had read it. By this time, the rain had eased up and the sun was shining through the windows, illuminating the room. She closed the book and gently placed her hand over the cover, resting for a minute. She smiled to herself and placed the book on the small brown side table next to her when her cellphone rang.
She reached into her pocket and flipped it open.
"Hello."
"Honey.. I need you."
She smiled to herself, and paused.
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
She closed the phone, and paused before getting to her feet, and slipping her shoes on. She grabbed her jacket, keys and wallet as well as the case that was already prepared by the door and left the apartment.
The sun had now leaked into the now vacant room; exuding a warmth that lit and enveloped every inch of the room. It illuminated the book's cover, allowing the barely illegible title to be read.
"Promised Eternity"
She parked up outside the scene and reached over to the passenger seat to retrieve her kit. She opened the door of the vehicle and exited, kit in tow. She lifted the crime scene tape up and went into the house. The house was a typical show house; white picket fence, white on the outside, sparkling on the inside. Except for the kitchen which was Murder Central.
Sara slid her sunglasses onto the top of her head and looked around. Blood was splattered everywhere; on the white tiles, the cream surfaces, even on the ceiling. Not to mention the large pool on the floor. She went around the other side of the kitchen unit to where he was already taking pictures of the victim.
He looked up and saw Sara standing there, and smiled.
"Hello dear." Grissom said.
"Hello," Sara replied, smiling. "You seem very.. happy."
"It seems you have that effect on me," he replied, before turning his attention back to the victim. Sara bent down to study the body in more detail.
"What do we got?"
"Our vic is Karen Brady. 30. Loving mother, devoted housewife, respected community member. However, seemed someone had an issue with her."
"Attack seems pretty brutal," Sara said. "Bruises to her arms, wrists, face.. Her throat was slashed. Seems to be blunt force trauma to the head too.. Did you find any weapons?"
"No," Grissom said. "I couldn't see any signs of forced entry either; it would seem that our vic knew her killer. I've dusted all the handles for prints and taken a swap of a substance I found on the outside door handle leading to the drive. A sticky substance; if I'm not mistaken, I believe it to be citrus oil. Orange, in fact."
Sara smirked. "Our killer ate an orange before killing our vic? Pre-murder snack, maybe?"
"It would seem so," Grissom replied. "I'll get the prints, swabs and the other bits of evidence I've collected to Trace. Then we can discuss why I've called you in." Grissom stood up and started packing away his kit.
Sara looked perplexed. "I.. thought you called me in to handle this case?"
Grissom smiled. "Not exactly. Catherine and Nick are taking this case; they're on the way as we speak. I have other matters to discuss with you. Shall we?"
Grissom flicked the clasps on the top of his kit box shut and walked out of the house. Sara was confused. Why would Grissom call her in if not to handle a case? It must be something important. She was racking her brains as to what she could have done wrong, what she might be reprimanded for. She drove all the way to the lab on auto-pilot.
Think, think, think. Have I done something stupid that I can't remember? Mind you, I'm sure if I had Ecklie would have caught it and bought me up on it already.
.. I got it. Just apologise and pretend you know what's going on. I think.. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
Sara placed the kit in her locker and took a sip at the water fountain. She walked across the lab, before reaching Grissom's office. Her stomach lurched. Why was she feeling this way? A wave of nauseousness swept over her. She knocked, and waited for a reply.
"Come in," the voice called.
Sara pushed the door open gently to see Grissom with his head in one of his books, his glasses perched on the end of his nose. He looked up to see Sara, and closed the book before putting it to one side.
"Sit down," he smiled, gesturing to a chair in front of him. Sara sat on the edge of the seat. She felt like a schoolgirl who had been sent to the headmaster for punishment.
"Griss.. Before you say what you have to say, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do it, and I'm really sorry. I -" She stopped because of the faint chuckle that the man had exuded.
"Dear, why are you apologising? You have nothing to be sorry for. At least, to my knowledge you haven't.. You haven't anything to tell me though that would make that apology stand?" Grissom said, raising his eyebrow. Sara shook her head, and he began to speak again.
"Actually, the reason I asked you in today is because I received a call yesterday. Professor Linburm has asked me to go and be a guest speaker at a few conferences in San Francisco. I know you were good friends with him back when you used to live there. Matter of fact, he asked how you were doing. Anyway, I accepted his offer and took two weeks' vacation. It'd be nice to go back and see old friends again. And I'm getting tired lately. I think.. I need some time. To rest and recover. A change of scenery. So I'm going to be out of the lab for a while."
"Wow," Sara smiled. "The boss is actually taking vacation leave. First time ever, right? And.. I'm confused. What does this have to do with me?"
"Well my dear, I was hoping you'd come with me."