Title: The Revolving Door

Author: Angie

email: hill@grics.net

Disclaimers: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation does not belong to me, they are the property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful actors who portray them.

Author's Notes: I really wasn't going to post this, it's not finished and I really didn't want to have two WIP's out there. But I'm going too. This fic is for Lauri who has finally come back into the goodness, and we love that. Thanks to Allison and Rita for convincing me that this is ok, there's a part in here I really wasn't sure about and debated over it for a long time. And special thanks to Juliet. The last chapter of Anger Management really made me want to post this, just for her. And more thanks to Rita for coming up with the title.

Spoilers: nothing really

Distribution: The GraveshiftCSI Homepage, ShipperWorldCSI. all others please ask.

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"Grissom." He answered sleepily. He knew he hadn't been asleep for very long, he always ended up staying longer then usual on Friday nights.

"Uncle Grissom?"

At the sound of the little girl's voice, Grissom sits upright in bed now fully awake. "Lindsey? Are you all right Lindsey?"

"I'm scared Uncle Grissom. Mommy wont answer me and the house is messy."

"Everything's going to be okay Lindsey, I'm coming right over. What phone are you on sweetie?"

"I'm using Mommy's cell phone it was next to the door."

"OK listen to me very carefully Lindsey. Don't hang up the phone, take it with you and keep talking to me okay. Don't go any farther into the house. I want you to go outside and shut the door behind you. Is your neighbor home?" Grissom replied calmly, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He has just left Catherine a few hours ago, and things had seemed fine then. Throwing a pair of pants over his boxers he ran out of the bed room and grabbed his keys as he ran out the door.

"I don't know. Uncle Grissom is Mommy all right?"

"I'm sure she's going to be fine sweetheart. Go next door and ask your neighbor if you can wait inside. If no one is there wait on the porch for me okay. I'll be there in a few minutes." He was having a harder time keeping the panic out of his voice the longer he talked to the little girl and the closer he got to Catherine's house. He sped through the streets not caring if he was caught speeding or not, he was entirely focused getting to Catherine's right now and didn't care about the consequences.

"Lindsey?" He asked after an unusual silence on the little girls part.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you at now?"

"I'm sitting on Mrs. Patterson's porch. She's not home."

"Just sit there and wait for me okay. I'm just a couple of blocks away. How was your day at school? Did you have fun?" Grissom asked trying to keep the little girl talking and get her focus off of what was happening.

"It was all right. We are going to have a play at school and I get to play the princess. Do you want to come to the play with Mommy? I promise you'll have fun." Lindsey said quickly.

"I'd love to come see your play Lindsey." Grissom said softly. He was just turning onto Catherine's street and his mind was beginning to focus more on the situation at hand. He pulled his Tahoe into the neighbor's driveway, not wanting to risk the possibility of destroying any more evidence then necessary. Getting out of the vehicle he made his way over to Lindsey. "Lindsey." He didn't want to scare the little girl anymore then she was. He saw her stand up and made his way over to the little girl. "Come with me sweetie." Grissom said holding out his hand for the little girl. When she didn't move, he moved closer to her and picked her up. He walked back to the vehicle and opened the back door, placing Lindsey on the floor behind the passenger seat. "I want you to listen to me, Lindsey, okay? Stay here in the car and keep the doors locked. I wont be gone long I promise. Keep the phone with you and ."

"And call 911 if I need to. I'll be all right Uncle Gil, please go find mommy." Lindsey interrupted.

Grissom leaned down and gave her a little kiss on the forehead before reaching behind the back seat and grabbing his kit. He wasn't sure what he was going to kind in there and wanted to be prepared for anything. He then shut the door and made sure that the door was locked, Catherine would never forgive him if her daughter was harmed.

He slowly made his way to Catherine's front door, he wasn't exactly sure what to expect and didn't like the feeling of dread that was slowly rising in the pit of his stomach. Before stepping onto the landing in front of Catherine's door, he reached into his kit to take out the booties to place over his shoes, and a pair of gloves. Once the task was completed and he had placed the latex gloves on his hands he entered the house.

He stood open mouthed at that site in front of him. He shouldn't have been shocked considering his line of work, but this wasn't a random crime scene. it was Catherine's home and he didn't know how she was.

"Catherine!" He called into the empty house. He had little hope that she would answer him, but he needed to try anyway.

Not hearing a response, he started looking though the first level of her home. Turning to the left he glanced into the living room, trying to stay as close to the wall as possible to avoid destroying any potential evidence. The room had been practically destroyed. From what he could see in the doorway, the couch had been slashed and the foam was spread throughout the room. Several video tapes had smashed with the tape also spread throughout the room. Grissom couldn't tell if the disaster of the room was caused from a struggle or if it was caused by someone looking for something. Walking down the hallway, Grissom stopped when he reached the kitchen. He found more of the same mess that was in the living room, except instead of foam and tape the kitchen was strewn about with flour and sugar.

Grissom found himself fighting to keep control as he continued looking through the home. Every room downstairs all showed the destruction, but he wasn't finding any sign of Catherine. Reaching the staircase, he slowly climbed to the second level, panic escalating with every step. "Catherine?" he called again once at the top of the stairs. He stood for a minute, praying to hear any kind of response. With the ever growing feeling of dread he continued his search of the house. Opening the door at the top of the stairs, which he knew was Lindsey's, he sighed in relief. The room seemed to have been spared the destruction that occurred in the rest of the home. Closing the door, he headed to the next room down the small hallway. If he remembered correctly this should be Lindsey's bathroom, and Catherine's bedroom and restroom were located on the opposite wall.

Opening the door to the girl's restroom, he again felt relief when the same apparent care had been given to this room. Turning around he faced the remaining rooms on the floor. Hoping that he would find her soon, Gil opened the first door. The master bathroom, this room had not been spared the destruction of the lower floor. The smell was almost overwhelming. It was a conglomerate of beauty products, lotions, perfumes, and bath supplies. He was sure the individual scents were tantalizing, but the desired effect was far from that in this amount. Closing the door, he walked a few more steps to the bedroom. With all the courage he could muster he opened the door.

This room had also been destroyed, but that's not what caught his eye. The first thing he noticed was the blood. "Catherine!" He could hear the panic in his voice, but he was beyond caring now. The only thing he could concentrate on was finding her. That's when he heard it. A soft, almost whimper that seemed to be coming from across the room. Crossing the room to the other side of the bed he didn't find the woman he was looking for. That's when he noticed the closet.

to be continued