Hey everyone! So this is my first CSI fanfic so the characters are probably put of character but I will try to get better as the story progresses. I already have the next couple of chapters written so please let me know if you would like me to continue. Helpful criticism is appreciated but, please no flames. And I'll say again this is a story with two women who are madly in love.
All mistakes are mine.
I don't own CSI.
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Chapter One:
Catherine Willows, a beautiful strawberry blonde CSI, walked confidently behind Detective Jim Brass up the steps to the house of a murder suspect. He was accused of brutally killing his mistress, Jessica, because she wanted to tell his wife everything. Well his wife knew now and had quickly kicked him out of the house. Now he was staying at his condo where the police believed Jessica. It wasn't the first time Catherine had investigated a crime like this one and she'd bet 3 months' salary it wouldn't be the last one either. She was grateful for the cut and dry case. It had been a long night already and she wanted to go back to the lab to see her wife, CSI Sara Sidle before meeting Warrick on another case. Thoughts of her beautiful wife filled her mind. She pictured running her hands through Sara's shoulder length brunette hair, then moving down her long lean body. Brass knocked on the door jarring her from her thoughts and the suspect immediately opened it. He was older, average height and build, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. Eyes, Catherine noticed, that were raking over her form with admiration. She was used to that look, had once made money off that look during her days as a stripper before Lindsay and Gil Grissom changed her life.
"Detective, I've been expecting you. And who is this beautiful woman?" he asked not bothering to hide his attraction to her. Catherine fought the urge to roll her eyes.
"Catherine Willows, I'm with the crime lab," she said shaking his extended hand. He smiled and it sent shivers up her spine. He reminded her of certain men she had met stripping that would often forget the difference between stripper and prostitute. She had no doubt that this man had killed his girlfriend.
"Adam Crosby, it is a pleasure to meet you," he said smoothly. Catherine nodded.
"Well, now that we all know each other, we need to take a look around your home," Brass said shoving a warrant into Adam's hands.
"Of course," Adam said calmly. Warning bells went off in Catherine's head as Brass stepped into the house. She grabbed his arm.
"Can I talk to you alone for a moment please?" Brass nodded and followed her back towards the car. "I think we should call for backup," Catherine said looking nervously at Adam who was watching them with the same calm smile.
"Cath what's wrong?" Brass asked. "Did you see something?"
"No," Catherine sighed unsure how to explain her feelings. "When I was a stripper I got very good at reading people, men especially. Something is off about this guy."
"I'm not going to let him touch you Catherine. I saw the way he was looking at you."
"Brass it's not just that. I can handle some guy checking me out but, there's just something about him. I think we should wait," Catherine said her anxiety tightening in her chest.
"Catherine I can't get anyone else out here tonight and if we leave it gives him time to cover up whatever evidence is in that house. I've got your back I promise," Jim said touching her shoulder softly. Catherine still looked unconvinced but, nodded. Brass was right, evidence would be lost and then Jessica might not get the justice she deserved.
Catherine was in the bedroom and was about to turn off the lights to check for blood stains when she heard a commotion downstairs. She tensed and ran towards the sound. She gasped. Brass was on the floor bleeding from a head wound. Adam was nowhere in sight. Catherine ran toward Brass to see if he was alright. Just before she reached him a hand snaked around her waist. She yelled in surprise and felt the cool touch of a knife against her throat.
"You cops think you are so smart," Adam hissed in her ear, the calm man she had seen before now replaced by the angry and violent man that killed Jessica.
"People know we're here, my team will find the evidence of Jessica's murder and anything you plan to do to us no matter how hard you try to cover it up. You'll automatically get the death penalty for killing a cop. Is that what you want?" Catherine said trying to reason with him.
"I want you, you see I'm short a mistress," Adam whispered tightening his hold on her. She shivered in disgust.
"Go to hell," Catherine snarled.
"Let her go Crosby!" Brass said starting to regain his bearings. He looked around for his gun but, came up short. Adam withdrew his arm from around Catherine's waist and reached behind him. He pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants.
"Looking for this?" he asked before shooting Brass in the stomach.
"Jim!" Catherine shouted, fearing for her friend's life. Adam put the gun back in his pants and then whirled her around. He gripped her upper arms tightly.
"Is that you're final answer?" he asked shaking her slightly. Catherine held his gaze stubbornly. "That's too bad," Adam said before thrusting the knife her into her stomach. Searing pain shot through Catherine with unbelievable force. She cried out in pain and dropped to her knees. She put her hand over the wound trying to stop the flow of blood.
"Catherine," Brass breathed. He was fighting against darkness and was quickly losing the battle.
"Oh God," Catherine cried out in pain. Images of her beautiful wife and daughter and their friends flashed before her eyes. She felt a hand on her arm and then Adam dragged her up off the ground. She grunted in pain and tried to fight him.
"Catherine!" Brass shouted.
"Jim! Jim please!" Catherine cried as Adam dragged her from the house. He shoved her into the backseat of his car and drove away.
Warrick Brown walked into the lab annoyed. Catherine was supposed to meet him at a crime scene 6 hours ago. They had already processed the scene once but had both agreed to go over it again in hopes of finding more evidence. She had never showed and he had to reprocess the entire scene by himself. He walked into Catherine's office ready to give her a piece of his mind. He stopped. It was empty. He looked around confused. Had she called in sick and no one told him? Or was she down in the garage necking it with her wife? Either way Warrick was going to find out. He stopped in Grissom's office first.
"Hey Gris you seen Catherine? She never showed at the crime scene."
"She didn't?" Grissom asked confused. "That's not like her."
"No it's not." Warrick agreed feeling guilty about his angry accusation of her shirking her duties to be with Sara. She deserved more respect than that.
"Does Sara know where she is?"
"I don't know. I came straight here. You know where Sara is?"
"In the lab with Greg I believe," Warrick nodded, "Tell Catherine to see me when you find her," Grissom called.
Sara was laughing at Greg's impression of Ecklie when she saw Warrick come around the corner like a man on a mission. Oh no, she was here first.
"Warrick whatever you need it's going to have to wait. I got here first," Sara said firmly.
"Down girl," Warrick said chuckling. "I'm looking for your wife any idea where she might be?" Sara frowned.
"She's supposed to be at a crime scene with you."
"That's what I thought too. She never showed. Did she tell you she was going to meet me?" Warrick asked a sickening feeling settling in his stomach.
"No, she had something with Brass first I guess. She said she was going to try to stop here before meeting you. I just figured her case ran late and went straight to you when I didn't see her. When was she supposed to meet you?"
"6 hours ago," Warrick answered.
"That's not like Catherine. She would have checked in with someone by now," Greg said worried.
"We need to find out where she went with Brass," Warrick said as Sara tried Catherine's cell. It went straight to voicemail.
"Damn, I've got a bad feeling guys," Sara said holding back tears.
"I'm sure she's fine," Warrick said trying to reassure not only Sara but himself as well. Sara nodded but didn't look any more convinced than he felt.
"Sara hasn't seen her. No one's heard from her since she went to meet Brass," Warrick said entering Grissom's office. Grissom looked up concerned.
"Maybe we should-" The shrill ring of Grissom's cell phone interrupted whatever he was about to suggest. Both men held their breath praying it was Catherine. "Grissom. What? Is he ok? And what about Catherine? CSI Catherine Willows. I see, thank you," Grissom looked pale as he closed his phone. "That was one of the other Detectives. Brass was attacked at the crime scene he and Catherine were processing. Blunt force trauma to the head and a gunshot wound to the shoulder. He's in surgery now."
"And what about Catherine? Was she hurt?" Warrick asked anxiously. Grissom paled even more.
"There was no sign of Catherine. The Detective didn't even know what I was talking about."
"So what do we do?"
"We go look for signs that only we can see," Grissom said standing. "Get Nick. I'll tell Sara." Warrick nodded and left the office at a run. Grissom sighed and went in search of Sara Sidle. He found her sitting in Catherine's office going through her appointment book.
"Sara, we found Brass. He was attacked at the crime scene-"
"Oh god. Is Catherine alright? Grissom!" Sara jumped from the chair moved closer to him. Fear was radiating off her in waves. Memories of Catherine's first attack at a crime scene flashed through her mind.
"She wasn't at the house."
"So maybe she was never there."
"Where else would she have been all day Sara? Why wouldn't she have contacted one of us by now? We're going over there to look for signs the Detectives missed. Go home, be with Lindsay."
"Lindsay's at school. Grissom please I can't just sit here and twiddle my thumbs. Let me help. Let me do my job," Sara pleaded. Grissom looked hesitant but, nodded.
"Ok let's go."
When the team arrived at the scene they noticed the living room first. It was spotless and modern except for the large blood stain on the carpet and a bloodied trophy lying next to it. Nick entered the room and walked past the spot letting Warrick kneel down and collect the evidence.
"Guys there's blood spots over here," Nick said kneeling by the stairs. "It's too far away to be Brass'," He theorized quietly. He noticed something a few feet away. A knife coated in blood. "I've got a knife over by the stairs. Maybe Brass got a piece of the suspect."
"Catherine's kit is in the bedroom," Sara called down the stairs. Grissom looked up and then at the trophy and then at the knife.
"Maybe Catherine went upstairs to see if she could find something linking him to the murder victim. The guy surprises Brass from behind hits, him with the trophy," Grissom speculated.
Catherine was in the bedroom and was about to turn off the lights to check for blood stains when she heard a commotion downstairs. She tensed and ran towards the sound. She gasped. Brass was on the floor bleeding from a head wound. Adam was nowhere in sight.
"Catherine hears the noise and comes running down the stairs," Sara said following what she believed to be her wife's footsteps. She stopped at the first bloodstain.
"Attacker surprises her with the knife," Nick said grabbing Sara gently from behind.
Just before she reached him a hand snaked around her waist. She yelled in surprise and felt the cool touch of a knife against her throat.
"Then what? How did Brass get shot and whose blood is on that knife?" Nick asked.
"The suspect took Brass' gun maybe when he hit him. Brass tries to help Catherine and the guy shoots him to keep him down," Grissom said. Nick took his arm from around Sara's waist and pretended to aim at the blood covered spot on the floor.
"Let her go Crosby!" Brass said starting to regain his bearings. He looked around for his gun but, came up short. Adam withdrew the arm around Catherine's waist and reached behind him. He pulled a gun from the waistband on his pants.
"Looking for this?" he asked before shooting Brass in the stomach.
"Jim!" Catherine shouted.
"So what happened next? He shoots Brass and then what?" Warrick asks. His eyes fall to the knife lying a only a foot away from Nick and Sara. "Suppose you two are exactly where Catherine and the suspect were. God I don't even want to think it."
"We have no proof that is her blood on that knife," Sara cried stepping away from Nick.
"If he stabbed her why isn't she here? Wouldn't he just leave her to bleed out? And if she found help we would know by now. None of this makes sense," Nick said frustrated at their lack of knowledge. One of his best friends could be hurt or dead and they knew nothing. Grissom's phone rang.
"Grissom. Ok thank you we'll be right in. Brass is awake and asking to talk to us. All of us," Grissom said. "I'll get some of the dayshift guys to come down here until we're done with Brass," His team nodded and followed him out of the house. It was time to get some answers.
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