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A/N:My first fic!If I get enough reviews I might finish it!
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A flash of white and a pool of crimson. An orb of light hangs in the sky.
Gilbert Grissom was bent down beside a pool of blood, a camera hanging around his neck and his head slightly tilted to the side. He was thinking about how the murderer entered the house.
Catherine Willows on the other hand, was taking photos in the victim's room. She took a photo of an ID that lay on a desk. Grade 9, was written on it. The strawberry-blonde shook her head. "She was only fifteen."Catherine sighed. The victim wasn't that old, in fact she was no older than Lindsey. She was still shaking her head when Gil walked in the room.
"Hey," he said casually with his camera in hand, "you done in here or would you like some help?" Willows looked at the kind face she had grown to care for. "Nah I'm good thanks." She told him with a tired smile. "I only have to photograph the inside of the closet and then I'm done." she said shining her flashlight to a small door. Gil nodded in understanding, but before he could take a single step out of the room, the closet rattled.
Catherine immediately took out her gun while Grissom stood rooted to the spot. "Las Vegas Crime Lab!" she pronounced loudly. The door shook more upon hearing that. Catherine wasn't one to panic but she sure as hell felt like doing so now. She quickly assessed the situation. She wasn't very far from the door. A few steps forward, a stretch of her arm and the door would open. She took a few deep breaths and with her gun in hand, very carefully, reached for the door.
Gil could do nothing but stand to the side. God, but how he hated this feeling! This feeling of helplessness of not being able to do…anything. All Gil wanted to do was gather Catherine in his arms and press her tightly against him where he could protect her, but Gil Grissom was no man's fool. Catherine was a free spirit and the last thing he wanted to do was tie it down. With bated breath, he watched Catherine's hand touch the doorknob.
The second Catherine's fingers touched the shiny surface it opened, but not by her.
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A/N:Sooooooo.....how'd I do? Click the button and tell me!