Tribute of a liar
Tribute of a liar
I do not own CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION, but the plot line is all mine.
Sara sat in the darkness, feeling a mixture of loneliness and mild anger, blood flushed her face, reddening her complexion. She bowed her head to watch her lap, unmoving and still, the world seemed to hold its breath, maybe it stopped spinning for those few seconds that seemed to last a lifetime…but whatever the world was waiting for, it never came.
Impatience and anger got the better of her as she stood up and left the room, only pausing to glance back at the bed, its covers hardly disturbed, before she jogged down the stairs, past the dog and out the front door, slamming it in her wake. The dog scratched at the locked door, willing her to come back to him. He paused at the sound of a car engine roaring into life.
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Gil Grissom came home once again to a empty house. The dog was nowhere to be seen, much to Grissom's suprise. He threw the keys onto his hallway table and hung his coat on the rack.
'Sara?' he yelled into the uninhabited space, hoping her voice would echo back out towarsd him. When it didn't, he sighed and made his way the kitchen. She was gone.
The boxer, on hearing his master's voice, bounded ecstatically into the kitchen. Grissom bent down and ruffled his ears affectionately.
'So she didn't stay, not even for you?' he whispered, pained that she had left.
Grissom pulled his mobile from his trouser pocket and dialed Sara's number. He waited for the dial up to stop before heaving a sigh; it was on voicemail, 'Sara? It's me. I want to apologise for leaving you for so long. Sara? please pick up. I know you don't want to talk, that's why you left...obviously. Honey? I know this isn't the best way to bring you back to Vegas, but you need to be kept an eye on, especially in your condition.' Grissom pleaded with her, prehaps she was listening, maybe she wasn't.
He hung up. She needed to be close to him. She needed to be taken care of; she shouldn't be alone. Once again Grissom picked up the phone, this time he knew it would be answered.
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Catherine stood outside the morgue, sickened. Warrick...my god, no! She felt like death had come knocking on her own door, someone in the lab was a traitor. That someone had killed Warrick Brown. No-one was safe, no-one on the CSI team, no-one in the lab. What was the last memory of Warrick she had? Catherine stood up and told the boys goodnight. She bent down, gave Warrick a hug and a peck on the cheek, 'Well done.' She waved bye to Nick and left the café, got in her car and drove away.
That was her last memory of his living, breathing being. She broke down in tears. Fear and anguish ripping through her body.
'Catherine!' Nick ran out into the corridor and held her arms, trying to steady her, 'Come on, you've gotta be brave, for Warrick. We can't let who ever it is know that we know what's going on. You heard Grissom.'
Catherine sobbed painfully close to hysterical. Nick pulled her into his arms, comforting her.'It's not just Warrick, it's all of us. Grissom, Sara, you, me...and Greg. He's too young to be murdered!'
'I know, but you gotta shut up. We can't let them hear us.' he whispered the harsh truth gently.
Greg ran into the corridor, phone in hand, 'Cath! Nick! Grissom says now.'
'Now?' Catherine said in a hushed tone.
'Yes...' Greg replied walking back towards the door and holding it open. Catherine and Nick followed him, keeping a hushed profile. It was time to go.
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Grissom got up as soon as he heard the knock on his front door. He practiacally sprinted there and threw it open, 'Let's go.'
Greg, Nick and Catherine nodded and followed him into the parking lot. They piled into the SUV as Nick started the engine.
'Is everyone ready?' Greg asked. They all nodded once again and the car pulled out of the space and onto the main road.
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GPR