A bit of a different twist to this story. Keep an open mind and enjoy!
Her phone rang, interrupting her coffee break..
"Damn!" she exclaimed, flipping open her phone, she barked, "What!"
"Cath, I think you should be here" Greg stated urgently, picking up on this, she the got directions, and jumped into her car and started to speed away.
She was tired, her beauty was fading and her daghter was lost to her. Unapproachable. Her daughter in an act of rebellion took drugs, and got herself into to debt of a pimp who is letting her "work it off".
The last words Lindsay ever said to her where "Like mother, Like daughter. I guess being a whore is hereditary".
Catherine's heart breaks every time she repeats these words in her head, which is incidentally, almost constantly.
She gets to the destination Greg specified, which turned out to be an underground dog fighting ring. The sounds of snarling and whimpering of dogs is almost unbearable. Times like this makes her hate her job - scrap that - she always hates her job. It made her lose Lindsay. How she wishes she'd just been a Wal-Mart Mom.
She bursts in, regrouping with her team of CSI's, and together, along with police and a paramedic, they storm in.
Lindsay is clapping and jeering the dogs on.
Catherine looses it, and hits her. Not realizing until it is too late that she still had her gun in her hand. The barrel connected with the back of Lindsay's head, dropping her to the floor. Pools if blood oozed out of Lindsay's head, gushing warm heat over Catherine.
The police paramedic is aiding them immediately. Twenty minutes passed in a blur, and Cath is in the back of an ambulance cradling Lindsay as the life faded in her eyes. The flat line is surreal. She can not take anymore.
She puts a gun to her neck and pulls the trigger, the last thing she ever says is "Lindsay - I love you, I'm so sorry".
Back in Catherine's house, Lindsay is awoken by a loud bang. A gunshot. Stumbling out of bed, she rushes into her moms room… to find her dead.
Two weeks later, she is in a torn and broken mess, crying at the alter lighting a candle for her mom who's grave stone read:
"A loving mom, daughter and sister. Rest in Peace"
Vartann wraps his arms around her shrinking shaking frame, and tries to comfort her, to which she replies
"Comfort? My mum was tortured in her sleep by nightmares. Now she's dead, in the longest of sleeps, being tortured forever".