I wrote this fic awhile ago and posted it on another site for fiction. Now that I am back I figure I would add it here as well.
Title: Unhealthy Obsessions
Rating: M
Spoilers: Viva Las Vegas:
Summary: Women are turning up dead and the connection between all of them may have put Catherine on the list for being the next victim.
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The bartender motioned toward the office; Catherine smiled and headed toward the back of the club. Chris would be surprised to see her she thought as she had told him she was working late.
She hadn't been dating him long but she felt the relationship was heading more and more toward serious each time they were together. Chris was a nice guy, smart, intelligent, caring and honest, that was what she needed, aside from the crazy shift they both worked there was nothing wrong with the current relationship she was in with him. This was a step up from the other guys she had dated, and the one guy she had married.
With a smile on her face she decided not to knock and walked into his office. The smile soon faded when she saw Chris with another woman.
The brunette stopped giggling and focused on Catherine, causing Chris to do the same. "What did you expect? I run a night club" he sighed when Catherine hadn't commented.
With that she turned and raced out of the club, tears forming in her eyes.
Catherine reached her vehicle and climbed inside; she wiped her tears and put the key in the ignition. "Damnit" she whispered trying to hold back a fresh batch "How could I have been so stupid?" she asked herself wondering why these things kept on happening to her. "What the hell is..." Catherine was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone.
"Typical." she grunted as she seen Chris's name come up the cell phone screen. But Catherine had no desire to speak to him, she had nothing to say; and he had said all she needed to hear.
"I run a night club" she murmured to herself recalling the comment he made "Stupid son of a bitch!" she snapped throwing the cell phone on the seat next to her.
Catherine looked at the clock and sighed it was a little after one and she was wide awake, miserable and heart broken but still wide awake. After all she did work the graveyard shift. "Men." She sighed climbing out of her Denali and heading into ther house. "Who needs them!"
Catherine locked the front door behind her and headed through her living room and up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Why are you so surprised?" she asked herself looking in the mirror at her tear stained face. "You should expect this by now; it's virtually impossible for Catherine Willows to have a decent relationship."
Catherine washed her faced and headed back to her room and climbed into her bed. She looked over at the clock "2:30" she quoted the time "It's going to be a long night." She snickered rolling over on her side.
She didn't know exactly when she fell asleep but she was fully aware that it was a quarter to four when she was awakened by the ring of her phone. She didn't bother to adjust her eyes to see the name displayed on the screen. "Hello?" she cleared her throat to make it sound as if she was wide awake. A failed attempt on her part.
"Catherine?" Gil's voice boomed, he sounded a little irritated "I've been trying to get a hold of you for an hour now!"
Catherine sat up in her bed and flicked on the lamp next to her "What?" she snapped "No you..." she trailed off. She had just remembered her cell phone was still on the passenger's seat of her car. "Sorry." she apologized
"I need you; I've been trying Nick and no luck, its Warrick's night off. So you and Sara are all I've got." Catherine sighed "What's up?"
"I've got a 419 out on Parker, just off the strip"
Catherine nodded "Give me twenty?" she asked throwing back the covers.
"No problem" Gil replied "see you soon."
Catherine climbed out of her Denali and headed toward Gil.
"Did you lose your phone?" Gil asked as she approached him.
Catherine shook her head "Sorry, I left it in the car." She shrugged "I wasn't thinking."
Gil nodded "Right…" he turned to Brass who was up ahead with the body.
"Our DB is female, looks to be in her late twenties, early thirties her purse was with the body but it's been picked clean so no ID."
"Where are her shoes?" Catherine asked as she and Gil stood over the body.
"Not with the body." Brass commented "No one's has come across them."
Catherine nodded as bent down "there's no blood. she spoke looking at the victims' left hand which was oddly bent across her back. "And her arm as been broken; she.." Catherine began as she pulled a brown hair from between the women's fingers, and commented on her defensive wounds "She may have gotten a piece of her attacker." She sighed
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"No blood and no visible wounds, I'd say strangulation, we'll know more when David flips the body."
"And where is.." Gil began wondering why it had been so hard to track down the members of CSI Headquarters that night.
"I'm here, sorry; traffic on the strip is always terrible."
David examined the body and waited for the word to flip the victim.
"Pretty girl…" He commented
Catherine placed the hair in an evidence baggie and turned back to the body, within seconds she stopped in her tracks.
"Catherine?" Gil had noticed her hesitation "Do you know her?"
Catherine looked over at Gil "I..."She began she didn't know her personally, she didn't even know her name but she knew damn well that just hours before she was the same women who had been nibbling on her boyfriends ear.
"Catherine?" Gil said her name in the form of a question.
"Yeah..." Catherine began "I think I do."
TBC
