Disclaimers: I don't own CSI or anything associated with it, this is just for pure fun
Summery: A new serial killer is in Vegas, playing with his victims. Warning G/C centric ;)
Notes: Well, a short one. First fan fiction or what I should call it. It's really a dream I had a couple of nights ago with some minor changes. That's why it maybe has some lacks here and there, but I wanted to keep it as the dream it really was. Hope you'll enjoy anyway…
The Puppet
He had to tell her, he really had to tell her. Today when she got to work he was going to say it and nothing was going to stop him. Grissom let out a heavy sigh and started to prepare the right words to let it all out.
"Catherine…" and that was that. Nothing more came out. 'Damn' he thought. Why was it so hard to just say 'I love you'? They had known each other for a long time and never had any greater problems telling the other. There was no difference this time, maybe just a bit more revealing. When he stood there in his office debating over what to say some one knocked on the door.
"Good morning Gil" said a cherish voice.
Grissom spun around and saw the happy face of Catherine. He looked at her as if trying to figure out what she said.
"Yes it is Catherine, I love you…" he blurted out.
His heart started to race and he felt his face becoming warm. 'What did I say' he asked himself. Grissom faced Catherine, trying to read what was going on inside her mind. She just stood there looking, well, shocked. She opened her mouth as if to say anything, but she closed it again. 'Damn I blew it, how could I be so stupid. Just letting it out like that.'
"What?" she finally said with a frown. Grissom didn't know what to say, he just stood there looking like a child who didn't know the right answer to a question asked by the teacher. The silence was broken by his cell-phone. 'Thank you'
"Grissom. Really? We'll be right on it." He hung up the phone scribbling something on a note.
"That was Brass. He said there had been another murder on a realtor. Case is a top notice." He tore off the paper and walked pass Catherine and headed towards the brake room. He saw everyone was there and started to tell them about the case.
"Ok guys, we have another murder on a realtor. No obvious perpetrator this time either. Everyone's on it. Brass gave me a description how to get there. I'll be in the lead car, let's go."
"Um, Grissom" Nick said raising his hand. "Shouldn't we get some trainees today?"
Grissom looked at Nick and thought for a minute.
"Yeah, you're right. We have to wait for them" he said sounding a bit disappointed. "I'll go see if they have arrived yet" and with that he disappeared out the door, passing Catherine once again. The gang looked at her. She hadn't yet said which really seldom happened.
"Cath, are you ok?" Sarah asked in concern. When she didn't answer she asked again "Catherine?" She looked up. 'What did she say?' she thought. Her mind still blocked by Grissom words.
"I…" she started when Grissom came back.
"They're here now. Sarah and Warrick you're with me. Come on let's get going." And with that they all got out to the cars and left for the crime scene.
They all drove in silence. Everyone could sense there was something that had happened between Grissom and Catherine. Neither looked nor talked about the other. Something definitely had happened since yesterday.
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Arriving at the scene they got their bags out and made their way to the big industrial backyard where the crime had taken place. A pool of blood surrounded the victim.
"His name is Ben Anderson. He is 54 years old, married, three children, well liked by friends and family. No enemies according to the wife" an officer informed them.
Grissom sighed. The body had been dismembered just like the earlier. Every limb had been cut off and then reassembled with strings, just like a puppet.
"He's definitely playing with us" Warrick uttered. "Man he's really sick" The newcomers just stood there, not knowing whether to do or say something.
"Great first case huh" Catherine said looking at them. They just nodded.
"Ok, let's start processing. He must have left us something this time. Nobody can do this without a trace" Grissom ordered. The gang started processing and a couple of hours later they where all done. Sarah was the first to speak
"Nothing. How the hell does he do it? I just feel so… I don't know" Snapping off her gloves in frustration. "Absolutely nothing" They stood there looking at the big cemented area. The coroner had taken the body away and no cops where left.
"Let's hope the ropes give us anything" Laura, one of the newbie's, said.
"Probably not" Catherine sighed "Just a simple, ordinary cotton rope you can find in any store. Just like the other."
"Well we can't stand here all night" Grissom finally uttered "Let's split up, some stay here and try to find out how he got in here in the first place. The others go and see if he left something in the house he was viewing" Then Warrick had a great idea.
"Why don't Nick, Sarah and I go to the house and bring Laura and Anne. It's a big house and a pretty good place for them to start in." Grissom looked at him, then on Catherine for the first time since his little slip of the tongue. Catherine met his gaze and he found himself unable to break it. Nick saw what happened
"Come on guys. Let's go process that house, it's gonna take awhile" and by that they left.
Catherine was the first to do anything. She took a step forward and placed a hand on his lover arm.
"Grissom, Gil I… I feel the same way as you do" Grissom's heart skipped a few beats when he heard her say that. He stood there gazing at her not knowing what to do. Catherine again made the next move, she hugged him. There they stood for a long time just holding each other in the illumination of the spotlight.
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The soft yellow basement light where still on this late hour. On a desk lay papers with scribbled notes. You could here the radio playing soft music and the sound of running water. When the music stopped and the news came on talking about the gruesome murders the water was turned off. Someone ran up the stairs. Minutes later the music was back and the light in the basement was turned off…
Summery: A new serial killer is in Vegas, playing with his victims. Warning G/C centric ;)
Notes: Well, a short one. First fan fiction or what I should call it. It's really a dream I had a couple of nights ago with some minor changes. That's why it maybe has some lacks here and there, but I wanted to keep it as the dream it really was. Hope you'll enjoy anyway…
The Puppet
He had to tell her, he really had to tell her. Today when she got to work he was going to say it and nothing was going to stop him. Grissom let out a heavy sigh and started to prepare the right words to let it all out.
"Catherine…" and that was that. Nothing more came out. 'Damn' he thought. Why was it so hard to just say 'I love you'? They had known each other for a long time and never had any greater problems telling the other. There was no difference this time, maybe just a bit more revealing. When he stood there in his office debating over what to say some one knocked on the door.
"Good morning Gil" said a cherish voice.
Grissom spun around and saw the happy face of Catherine. He looked at her as if trying to figure out what she said.
"Yes it is Catherine, I love you…" he blurted out.
His heart started to race and he felt his face becoming warm. 'What did I say' he asked himself. Grissom faced Catherine, trying to read what was going on inside her mind. She just stood there looking, well, shocked. She opened her mouth as if to say anything, but she closed it again. 'Damn I blew it, how could I be so stupid. Just letting it out like that.'
"What?" she finally said with a frown. Grissom didn't know what to say, he just stood there looking like a child who didn't know the right answer to a question asked by the teacher. The silence was broken by his cell-phone. 'Thank you'
"Grissom. Really? We'll be right on it." He hung up the phone scribbling something on a note.
"That was Brass. He said there had been another murder on a realtor. Case is a top notice." He tore off the paper and walked pass Catherine and headed towards the brake room. He saw everyone was there and started to tell them about the case.
"Ok guys, we have another murder on a realtor. No obvious perpetrator this time either. Everyone's on it. Brass gave me a description how to get there. I'll be in the lead car, let's go."
"Um, Grissom" Nick said raising his hand. "Shouldn't we get some trainees today?"
Grissom looked at Nick and thought for a minute.
"Yeah, you're right. We have to wait for them" he said sounding a bit disappointed. "I'll go see if they have arrived yet" and with that he disappeared out the door, passing Catherine once again. The gang looked at her. She hadn't yet said which really seldom happened.
"Cath, are you ok?" Sarah asked in concern. When she didn't answer she asked again "Catherine?" She looked up. 'What did she say?' she thought. Her mind still blocked by Grissom words.
"I…" she started when Grissom came back.
"They're here now. Sarah and Warrick you're with me. Come on let's get going." And with that they all got out to the cars and left for the crime scene.
They all drove in silence. Everyone could sense there was something that had happened between Grissom and Catherine. Neither looked nor talked about the other. Something definitely had happened since yesterday.
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Arriving at the scene they got their bags out and made their way to the big industrial backyard where the crime had taken place. A pool of blood surrounded the victim.
"His name is Ben Anderson. He is 54 years old, married, three children, well liked by friends and family. No enemies according to the wife" an officer informed them.
Grissom sighed. The body had been dismembered just like the earlier. Every limb had been cut off and then reassembled with strings, just like a puppet.
"He's definitely playing with us" Warrick uttered. "Man he's really sick" The newcomers just stood there, not knowing whether to do or say something.
"Great first case huh" Catherine said looking at them. They just nodded.
"Ok, let's start processing. He must have left us something this time. Nobody can do this without a trace" Grissom ordered. The gang started processing and a couple of hours later they where all done. Sarah was the first to speak
"Nothing. How the hell does he do it? I just feel so… I don't know" Snapping off her gloves in frustration. "Absolutely nothing" They stood there looking at the big cemented area. The coroner had taken the body away and no cops where left.
"Let's hope the ropes give us anything" Laura, one of the newbie's, said.
"Probably not" Catherine sighed "Just a simple, ordinary cotton rope you can find in any store. Just like the other."
"Well we can't stand here all night" Grissom finally uttered "Let's split up, some stay here and try to find out how he got in here in the first place. The others go and see if he left something in the house he was viewing" Then Warrick had a great idea.
"Why don't Nick, Sarah and I go to the house and bring Laura and Anne. It's a big house and a pretty good place for them to start in." Grissom looked at him, then on Catherine for the first time since his little slip of the tongue. Catherine met his gaze and he found himself unable to break it. Nick saw what happened
"Come on guys. Let's go process that house, it's gonna take awhile" and by that they left.
Catherine was the first to do anything. She took a step forward and placed a hand on his lover arm.
"Grissom, Gil I… I feel the same way as you do" Grissom's heart skipped a few beats when he heard her say that. He stood there gazing at her not knowing what to do. Catherine again made the next move, she hugged him. There they stood for a long time just holding each other in the illumination of the spotlight.
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The soft yellow basement light where still on this late hour. On a desk lay papers with scribbled notes. You could here the radio playing soft music and the sound of running water. When the music stopped and the news came on talking about the gruesome murders the water was turned off. Someone ran up the stairs. Minutes later the music was back and the light in the basement was turned off…