Summary : Grissom's thoughts after "Strip Strangler
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I cant believe I almost died today. I sit here, and think about Sid Goggle. I see the look in his eyes, somewhere between heroic and totally mad. I can see the gun he pointed at me. You never know fear until someone holds a gun in your direction. I can hear shots being fired. I look up and see Catherine standing on the stairs, her gun still smoking. She looks horrified. Sid Goggle is on the floor, his t-shirt forming a red stain on his chest. I stand there, in shock. I hear Catherine's voice, but I'm not able to reply. The paramedics take him away, but I know he wont live to go to trial. I curse, and kick over one of the laundry bags. Its not fair. A murderer dying before he can go to trial is the same thing as screaming when no one can hear you. Useless. Useless to the women that he killed. Unjustified to their families.
They were Sara's age, more or less. I can see why she wanted to go undercover now. These women could have been her friends. Nick and Warrick could have dated them. I was so angry when I heard about the undercover op, no one had the right to risk my CSI's life in order to see their faces on television. Because that's what it was. A publicity stunt. The FBI usually shy away from our investigations, they only come down here when the LVPD really doesn't see the solution. The press conference only confirmed it. A human life is nothing in comparison to the word of mouth you get when your name comes up in news flash about a serial killer. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the operation had turned sour. When I saw Sara, I felt like hugging her and never letting her go. I see her as the daughter I never could have had. She's just like me, only she's a bit more socially conscious. That's one of the reasons I transferred her here. I needed someone to mirror me.
I'm sitting in a booth in a diner on the strip. Sara and Nick are flirting. Even if they deny it, I'm not stupid, and I can tell something's growing when I see it. Catherine elbows me, and tells me I should stop staring and start breakfast. I look at her, and realise that she is the reason I am sitting here. Her stubbornness is probably the reason I keep doing the things I do. She saved my life tonight. I wonder what I would do without her. She's right, you should never doubt, and never look back. If you do so, all you ever think about, is what went wrong in your life, not the things you've accomplished. She looks at me like I'm crazy again. I just tell her I'm glad to be alive, to watch Nick and Warrick comment on a football game they missed, to see her and Sara smile. She doesn't say anything, she just holds my hand under the table.
I cant believe I almost died today. I sit here, and think about Sid Goggle. I see the look in his eyes, somewhere between heroic and totally mad. I can see the gun he pointed at me. You never know fear until someone holds a gun in your direction. I can hear shots being fired. I look up and see Catherine standing on the stairs, her gun still smoking. She looks horrified. Sid Goggle is on the floor, his t-shirt forming a red stain on his chest. I stand there, in shock. I hear Catherine's voice, but I'm not able to reply. The paramedics take him away, but I know he wont live to go to trial. I curse, and kick over one of the laundry bags. Its not fair. A murderer dying before he can go to trial is the same thing as screaming when no one can hear you. Useless. Useless to the women that he killed. Unjustified to their families.
They were Sara's age, more or less. I can see why she wanted to go undercover now. These women could have been her friends. Nick and Warrick could have dated them. I was so angry when I heard about the undercover op, no one had the right to risk my CSI's life in order to see their faces on television. Because that's what it was. A publicity stunt. The FBI usually shy away from our investigations, they only come down here when the LVPD really doesn't see the solution. The press conference only confirmed it. A human life is nothing in comparison to the word of mouth you get when your name comes up in news flash about a serial killer. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the operation had turned sour. When I saw Sara, I felt like hugging her and never letting her go. I see her as the daughter I never could have had. She's just like me, only she's a bit more socially conscious. That's one of the reasons I transferred her here. I needed someone to mirror me.
I'm sitting in a booth in a diner on the strip. Sara and Nick are flirting. Even if they deny it, I'm not stupid, and I can tell something's growing when I see it. Catherine elbows me, and tells me I should stop staring and start breakfast. I look at her, and realise that she is the reason I am sitting here. Her stubbornness is probably the reason I keep doing the things I do. She saved my life tonight. I wonder what I would do without her. She's right, you should never doubt, and never look back. If you do so, all you ever think about, is what went wrong in your life, not the things you've accomplished. She looks at me like I'm crazy again. I just tell her I'm glad to be alive, to watch Nick and Warrick comment on a football game they missed, to see her and Sara smile. She doesn't say anything, she just holds my hand under the table.