"Se va Morir"

"Se va Morir"

"Se va Morir"

Alverado's words hung over Grissom as he tried to drift off to sleep. He normally didn't think twice about threats, why was this one bothering him so much?

He tried to think of something else, trying to fool his overactive brain and get it to lull him to sleep with pleasant images. He smiled as he replayed his conversation with Sara earlier that day.

"Hi."

"Hi, sweetheart, saw a bug today and it reminded me of you." Sara's voice was tender.

Grissom chuckled and lay back on his couch. "You say the nicest things."

"I just wanted to see how you were feeling…is your flu better?"

"Yes…I took Hank for a walk this morning…how are you?" Gil new she didn't want to be pressured

"Better. I feel like I'm surfacing from a deep dive…you know, coming up for air and the sun is out, it's a perfect day… the man I love still loves me…" her voice trailed off,

"More than ever Sara." He smiled and wished she was here with him.

He sighed deeply and rolled onto his side, Hank had taken over Sara's place in their bed during her absence and he snorted softly as Gil brushed against him.

"Blanket hog.." Gil muttered then drifted into a restless sleep, images of Alverado in the shadows of his mind.

The shrill sound of his cel phone startled Grissom. He lifted his head and cautiously looked around the dark room before fully realizing what was making the noise.

He grabbed the phone from his nightstand and cleared his throat.

"Grissom"

"Gil, I need you out here right away. Maddie Klein has been murdered." Jim Brass's voice assaulted his foggy mind.

"What?...Where?" Grissom felt sick, she wasn't his "soulmate" as she had commented, but she was a friend.

"265 Lakewood…her home. It looks like LAT." Brass sighed deeply.

"I'll be right there." Grissom ended the call and sat up in bed.

His Cubs t-shirt was soaked with sweat and his curly salt and pepper hair was damp, clinging to his neck. He put both hands to his head and wiped them down his face. Taking a deep breath, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and slowly made his way to the shower. On the way by he glanced at the clock – 8:12pm – he had been asleep for 4 hours. That was a marathon in his standards, why did he feel so exhausted?

It had started to rain as soon as he got into the new Hybrid Yukon – the department was trying to be more environmentally friendly…as far as Grissom was concerned, they could have spent the 80,000 elsewhere. A new particle accelerator, DNA equipment, something to help solve crimes, not put on a good show for the public. In any case, it was a nice ride – not as overbearing as those Hummers Miami Dade use.

He could see the red and blue glow over a block away and as he approached the scene he was filled with a huge sense of despair. He pulled up alongside Brass' Charger and sat for a moment behind the wheel. He mentally prepared himself for the crime scene, gripped the steering wheel with both hands then sighed deeply. He exited the vehicle and tugged on his ball cap while reaching into the back for his kit.

Jim Brass came up to meet him.

"Home invasion…she's in the bedroom." Jim said softly "No witnesses, Al came out for this one, he's inside."

Grissom nodded and pursed his lips as he continued into the home. He slipped baggies over his shoes and padded up the stairs to the bedroom.

Maddie's body was beside the bed, naked. "How many times have I gotten out of bed for you in the middle of the night?" Her recent words reverberated through to his very soul. He winced at the sight of her, then quickly returned to the professional task at hand.

"She's been dead just under 3 hours – Maddie's "sponsor" had been trying to get in touch with her and finally came over to find her." Doc Robbins was leaning on his crutch as he moved closer to the body. "COD – lateral slice of the jugular vein. Arterial spray is all over. There are signs of sexual trauma."

Gil leaned over the body of his friend and tipped up the brim of his cap. He had said nothing since arriving at the scene, but now breathed "God, Maddie…I'm sorry."

"This was found on the body…" Al carefully handed Grissom a blood stained piece of paper.

Gil, using tweezers, held the note close to his face. The unmistakable musky scent of urine filled his nostrils. He placed the paper on the nightstand and used a lighter to dry the page…like using invisible ink, the message began to appear.

"G.G.…Usted está muerto"

"A threat?" Al stood beside Grissom now.

"More like a promise." Gil frowned then bagged the evidence.

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Updates to come...I am trying to find a better "Slang" for the threats...I am not familiar with the language. Stay posted.

Angst, Hurt and GSR to come.