Chapter 2 is up! I've been working on it all day and I'm excited to hear what you guys think! So enjoy! =)
Chapter 2: Blue Eyes
Through the deep layer of fog that surrounded my brain I could make out the muffled ringing of my cell phone. And as I became more aware the ringing became increasingly louder until I couldn't ignore it any longer.
I reached blindly over to the night stand and tried to find the maker of the pestering noise. My hand wandered around the table top without success, so I reluctantly opened my eyes to aid its efforts, finding the phone only an inch from my finger tips. After reclining back against the pillows I flipped open the phone, "Willows," I said, my voice heavy with sleep.
"Good morning Catherine!" came the voice of my supervisor, "We have a 419 so get up and get over here." His voice helped to dissipate the morning fog that covered my brain.
"Ugh, Gil, what time is it?" I asked crankily.
"It's 2:15, Catherine. I could have woken you up at 1, but I gave that one to Nick so just be thankful and get up."
"Ok. I'm up, I'm up!" I said as I threw the covers back, submitting my warm body to the cool September air. I grabbed the pen and note pad that is always beside my bed and asked for the address. After he gave it to me, I hung up, and got ready.
As I was walking down the hallway I stopped at Lindsey's door and peaked inside to see her sleeping form snuggled underneath her lavender quilt. I tiptoed silently over to her side and softly brushed the hair from her face, kissing her now exposed forehead.
I whispered an 'I love you', then as quietly as I came closed the door and walked out to my awaiting car.
I pulled up and parked next to a police car with its lights still flashing, grabbed my kit from the back seat, and hopped out. A small crowd of anxious neighbors had gathered just outside the yellow crime scene tape that roped off an ordinary looking house. It was painted a dark green color with deep red trim giving it a natural feel to it. It was a cute little house in a cute little neighborhood, one that probably doesn't see much crime let alone a murder.
After I had passed through the gathering of people I flashed my badge to the officer behind the yellow barrier then bent over to walk underneath it as he kindly held it up for me. I said a quick thanks then continued on up the winding sidewalk that led up to the front porch where Brass, Gil, and Greg were standing.
"Hey guys;" I said as soon as I was with in hearing range
They each in turn murmured a hello then we got down to business.
"We have female DB. Her name is Holly Wilson, 45, her neighbors tell us she lived alone. We got an anonymous 911 call about an hour ago. All the guy said was the address then he hung up. So when the police came to check it out they found the front door open and the body in the kitchen. They said they made sure not to touch anything that they didn't have to," Brass said catching us up.
"Maybe the anonymous caller was the killer." Greg said.
"Why would the killer tell us where the body was?" asked Brass.
"Maybe he wanted us to find her," I said.
Our thoughts were interrupted when David walked up the front porch stairs and asked where the body was. We all followed Brass into the house, through the living room and into the kitchen where we found a woman lying face down in a pool of blood. As we walked in I was hit with the familiar scent of iron, but something else as well. I had smelled it before, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Smells like she just colored her hair," I commented when I finally realized what it was.
"Is that what that is?" Gil asked.
"Yeah haven't you ever tried it before, Mr. Gray?" I laughed as I ran my uninjured hand through his gray curls.
"No I haven't," he said as he playfully slapped my hand away.
We both refocused our attention back on the scene as David kneeled down beside the vic.
I took my gloves out of my kit and easily slid my right hand into the first one then struggled to get the skin tight glove to fit over my gauze covered left. Gil noticed this and looked up, "What happened to your hand, Cath?" he questioned causing everyone's eyes to turn to me.
"Nothing I just cut my hand last night, that's all." I said as I finally stretched the glove over my hand.
Thankfully Gil didn't question me anymore and turned his attention back to David as he looked over the body. I grabbed my camera and began taking photos of the body position and the blood pools around her.
After a few minutes, David with the help of Greg turned her over so she was lying face up. And as soon as they took a close look at her face they were stunned into silence along with the rest of us. She looked just like me!
Staring out at us through recently died strawberry blonde hair, were dead crystal blue eyes. Even her facial features could have been compared to mine. She was also dressed in black slacks and a blue tank top, something I would usually wear.
Everyone slowly looked from her to me then back again as I just stared open mouthed down at the woman before me. If she had come up to me on the street and told me I was her long lost twin sister I would have never doubted her for a minute.
Finally the silence was broken by Greg, but, "Wow," was all he could say.
"Yeah," I said distantly, never taking my eyes from hers.
"Catherine?" I barely heard Grissom's soft voice call to me.
"Yeah," I said again, still focused on her piercing blue eyes.
"Catherine, are you alright?" I heard the concern in his voice and it seemed to shake me from my entrancement in her lifeless eyes. And the hand he laid on my arm only helped me look away and into his worried ones.
"Yeah I'm… I'm ok. It's just a little eerie I guess." I said, my voice becoming stronger as I spoke.
I looked down to the camera that was still in my hands then back up to his face.
"Are you sure, because you can always go help Nick with his case if you want? I'm sure he wouldn't mind the help." He smiled trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work as he had hoped, but he didn't have to know that so I smiled back hoping to reassure him.
"Thanks, but I'm ok, really."
After a few more minutes of silence every one began doing their parts. David was looking over the body and documenting every scratch, while Greg started on the perimeter, Brass went to talk to the neighbors, and Gil and I began processing the inside of the house.
We found a lot of various prints, most of which will probably come back to the vic. I also found some bloody paper towels in the garbage can and some blood drops leading away from the body. I silently hoped that they would be from the killer so this case would be solved quickly.
After David said she had some lacerations on her hand, I collected and documented all the knives in the house. He also said that she died of a single gun shot wound to the right lung and had many cuts and bruises along her arms, so she put up a good fight. This made my blood drops belonging to the killer theory even more plausible, but there was still one very important piece of evidence missing: the gun.
After a search for the gun came up empty we decided to head back to the lab and digest all that we had uncovered.
I hope you guys like it so far! And just so you know, I'm not that great with all the technicalities of everything so if I get something wrong, I'm sorry! Anyway, please read and review! It will be greatly appreciated! =) Thank you to all who read!