"The Search for Truth" prologue

By Rita Widmer

Rating: I'm going to rate it higher than probably is needed at PG-13.

Disclaimer: The characters and story plots of CSI don't belong to me. They belong to CBS, and the gang.

Feedback: Love it! It keeps me writing.

Author's Note: The original idea for this story in part is from Mac. Thanks Mac for the wonderful idea. You got my brainwaves going. I have no idea if the address is real. If it isn't live with it. Thanks to Laeta for betaing.

Spoilers: Not in this part, but there will be in future parts.

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'Pain! Nope that's not good enough. Excruciating pain. Close, but no. Thinking about my pain is not going to get me anywhere.



So lets move on to something else. Hmm. Over on that wall, I can see my blood spatter from where I fell against it. What's the use of studying that when I won't even be working this case? Plus, I know what happened; the blood spatter won't tell me anything new.

Work. Well, there's no question in my mind that I won't be making it to work tonight. Check the clock. Too early for anyone to miss me yet, and for sure not enough time to get there on time.

Of course, when I think of work I have to think of him. There's not one without the other in my mind. He's probably sitting in his office right now looking over all the new and continuing cases. Or he might be sitting there talking to one of his spiders and feeding them.

I'm really overanalyzing this whole thing. It must be the CSI in me. I put myself in this mess, and now I need to find a way out. There is only one solution to this whole problem.

To call Grissom! What did you think I was going to say? Oh great, I'm talking to myself like there's a second person here.

As long as I'm analyzing everything, what do I need to accomplish my goal? First, a phone. My phone is in my purse, which lies on the other side of the room. That does look kind of far away.

There must be something closer. Look around the room again. Of course, when I need a telephone there's not any near. All right, second thing I need. I need the energy to get over to my cell phone. Hopefully the third on my list won't be a new battery.

Let's try standing up. Walking has always been a more preferable way to get around in my opinion than crawling. If I thought excruciating pain wasn't enough to describe my health then for sure it doesn't describe it now.

Standing up won't do. So I will have to crawl like a baby over. Party time! I managed to get to my purse. Once you set your mind to do something you can do it.

Got my phone in hand, and I hit all the right buttons. Now third thing on my list is I need him to be there in his office. I don't have time for waiting for his pager or to call his cell phone.'

Ring....ring...ring.

"Grissom."

"Grissom, you've got yourself a new case to handle." 'Well I couldn't think of anything better to say on such short notice.'

"Cath, where are you? Why aren't you at work?"

"Not important right now. I need any CSI crew you can arrange and it might help to send over an ambulance. I'm at 900 University Ave. Apartment 101. I recommend doing some hurrying."

"What happened? Why are you there?"

"Gil!!! I've been hurt! So before I give into the nice peaceful darkness I thought I would let somebody know I'm here. So hurry up."

'He's still babbling into the phone. Oh well, can't do anything more about it. Here I come darkness where all the pain goes bye bye. So here I say good-bye to the real world and escape into the unknown.'

TBC....