What if Warrick had a cousin. Well in my mind this is what that cousin would be like. Her name in Diana, and she has just moved to L.V. to look after her beloved older cousin after he tells her of everything he's been through in the last year. Now you have one man who's recovering from some fatal gun shot wounds, One woman who's juggling a growing teenager, a night shift and the love of her life, then mix in a crzy cousin who's willing to do anything to see her favorite cousin happy and wouldn't mind getting a new family too. For the most part this story will be told in Diana's poin of view, but i will notify beforehand if and when the poinst of view change. I present to you
Miss Diana Brown...
The sliding doors to the emergency room slid open and the sterile smell of the hospital invaded my senses as I made my way up to the front desk. The young girl that was supposed to be working was instead filling her nails. I think I stood there for at least a good five minutes, waiting for her to stop what she was doing and take notice of me but my patience had finally run out. "Excuse me?" I tried to say as politely as I could. She looked up at me with an expression of boredom and annoyance, "Can I help you?" Can I help you? Why the hell else would I be here if you couldn't help me? "Uh yeah a man was brought in yesterday, Warrick Brown." The stupid girl just sat there, and obnoxiously chewed her gum. "Are you related to him?" without hesitation I just nodded my head, and the girl looked at me with a somewhat skeptical look. "He's my cousin by marriage, there you happy?!" this trick was wearing thin on my nerves by the time she gave me Rick's floor and room #.
I hurried into the hospital elevator making my way up to the appropriate floor and over to the room that held the life of my cousin. My mother had called me in hysterics, telling me to hurry over to the hospital that Warrick had been shot, coincidently I was already on my way out to meet him to celebrate with him. He told me about being acquitted of all the charges against him in the murder of Lou Gedda, and how he was struggling with everything spinning out of control after his divorce form that Tina chick, luckily for him though, I was the only one he told about his marriage, problems and divorce from Tina, at least the only one in the family, if grandma Brown would have found out about all this, Warrick would wish he had died in that alley.
I pushed the door to Warrick's room open and was met with something I didn't expect. Warrick had told me quite a few times of one of his co-workers, 'Blond with the most strikingly beautiful blue eyes'. Aha, so this is she, the one who has truly captured more than my cousins attention. She was in a chair right next to Warrick's bed, she had his right hand clasped in her own, and her head was resting gently on the little space left on Rick's bed.
I tried to be quite as I walked into the room, but the clicking heel of my boots made enough noise to alert her that someone else was in the room. She looked up and met my eyes, giving me a small smile. Warrick was right, she had the most strikingly beautiful baby blues I had ever seen. I smiled at her, partly to be polite as this was our first meeting, and partly because this was also the woman who had captured my cousin was in love with.
"Hi I'm Diana Brown, Warrick's cousin and you must be Catherine, right?" She just gave me quizzical look before hesitantly nodding her head yes. I smiled down at her, answering her unspoken question. "Rick, he uh, he's told me quite a lot about you…" Instead of relieving her curiosity, my statement only confused her more, so I tried to fix my statement the best way I could. "… He's always telling me about the other CSI's on night shift, and the amazing team you all make." That did the trick to calm her curiosity for the moment. She then stuck out her hand for me to shake, "Catherine Willows." We shook hands and then turned our attention to my cousin lying in the hospital bed.
"How's he doing?" After getting a good look at Rick, it took me by surprise how badly in shape he looked. Ever since we were kids he was always the protector, always looking out for me and Mia, my little sis, he would always help out with whatever we could, always doing the things that he felt a 'lady should never do, especially if there's a man around who's able to do it.'
"The doctor was in here earlier, about fifteen minutes before you arrived, said that everything was fine, since the bullet in his neck barely missed his voice box he should talk when he wakes up, and thanks to the ambulance getting there so quickly, that the bullet in his chest didn't cause any damage, but that he did lose a lot of blood from both wounds. But he said that he was recovering well, and that he should wake up within the next few days." I simply nodded as I took in everything that Catherine told me.
I looked from Warrick to Catherine, and then turned to her completely, gazing intently into her baby blues. "Catherine, was there anyone that would have wanted Rick dead? This doesn't look like some ordinary street thug trying to mug my cousin, so is there a possibility that someone wants my cousin dead? If so then who?"
Cathreine just looked at me. I could tell she knew something but she hesitated and I understood all the reasons why she did. The door to Warrick's room opened and in stepped four more CSI's. I looked up and greeted them all with a smile, "So this is the rest of the amazing night shift team... Cool deal."
My only response was four quizzical looks, an audible snicker from baby blues behind me, and the rustling and groaning coming from the hospital bed behind me and baby blues.