So this is my first Fan-Fiction. Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters.
The Call
It was late as Catherine Willows sat down on the couch in her empty house. Her mind was racing, memories of what had happened in the previous hours swirling in her head. She could hardly believe that just hours earlier, the man she had secretly loved for years was nearly convicted of a gruesome murder. She heaved herself up, heading to the kitchen and turning on the coffee pot. She took a mug out of the cabinet, only to stop when she heard the shrill ring of her phone. Slowly after a few seconds of consideration she picked it up. "Willows," she answered, she immediatley recognized the shaking voice on the other line as Grissoms. She knew at once that something was wrong. What she didn't know was that this would be the call that would turn her world upside down.
"Warrick's dead." The words raced through her brain as she fought to keep herself up. She felt the color drain from her face and her hands start to shake. "Where?" She barely managed to spit out. "The back alley of the diner." Without another word she hung up the phone and sank down to the floor, her head resting against the wall behind her. She felt her body become numb as she recalled seeing him earlier that night. He couldn't possibly be dead, could he? She refused to believe Grissom, getting up and grabbing her keys to prove there had been some kind of mix up. She unlocked her car, throwing her self into the seat and shoving the keys into the ignition.
It was an exscruciatingly slow ride, Catherine watched the Vegas lights dance across her windshield as she willed her self to stay calm. Her knuckles were white from the grip she had been placing on her steering wheel and sweat was beginning to form on her forehead. She told herself over and over that someone must have made a mistake. She forced herself to focus on the road ahead of her. As she pulled up she saw the sirens and police tape, her hope sinking . Slowing her Denali to a halt she took a deep breath and put it in park. Her stomach began to twist in knots as she got out. As she walked down the alley she knew Grissom had been right. As she passed she saw police officers with their heads hung, and Nick sitting on a bench tears in his eyes. When she looked forward again she saw a white sheet being pulled over a body. His body.
Her hand immediatley flew to her mouth to stop the sobs, but it was no use. She looked up to see Grissom staring blankly back at her. He was covered in blood, his eyes burned into hers as he stared helplessly at her. After a moment Catherine realized what had happened. The man she loved was gone, taken away by someone elses greed. She would never see those green eyes or hear the deep, soothing voice she had found comfort in all these years. She had never been able to confess her love, and now she never would. All she had left were memories and somehow that just didn't seem like enough. She knew this was it, the last time she would see him, with tears streaming down her face she let out one last goodbye before breaking down into sobs.
