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Siren
Warrick hates crime scenes at casinos.
Crime scenes at casinos means he has to pass through a wealth of temptations. And sometimes when he is tired or frustrated the well crafted walls he puts up to resist these temptations start to crack. It takes all his might to not give in. To not park himself in front of a table or slot machine and bet half his paycheck on a single toss of the dice or single pull of the lever of the one armed bandit. They are like the sirens of ancient times who tempted sailors and led them to their destruction. And much like those sailors he too is powerless to resist the calling of dealers and the flashing of lights.
Sometimes he stands at the entrance to the casino and stares. He can feel sweat on his brow. His heartbeat becomes in synch with the machines and his hands start to itch.
But just as temptation is greatest that's when, like magic, a small thin hand takes his hand and squeezes it gently. Without looking he knows it's Catherine. She never says a word- never has to. Her simple touch is worth more than a whole dictionary of words. She just stands by his side and holds his hand until he has regained his control. And just as quietly as she comes she lets go and walks through the maze of tables to their crime scene. Warrick quickly follows her.
He can't decide whether she is a siren that will lead him to destruction or a goddess that will lead him to preservation. Either way he knows he would follow her to the four corners of the earth.
The end