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P.S. Sorry for making you guys lose the game. Oh wait, you just lost again. (Fine I'll stop.)
Milestones
After that I would only pass her in the halls or briefly in the break room, because I was the rookie and could only work under Grissom or Brass. Then one night, when the case-work-unlike the paperwork-was light, I was assigned an easy case, or, what started as one.
I pulled up to the scene, next to an identical SUV; I followed all the protocols to the T: grab your kit, sign in with the supervising investigator, and get to work. I was excited to work with Catherine, but at the same time, I was tired of being given the open and shut cases.
I followed Catherine up to the door, as she signed in, she shot me a look, and it was so quick that I couldn't read her. We surveyed the scene, looking for the tiniest of details others would otherwise miss. When I knelt down next to a broken window, a strong smell overcame my senses.
"I thought they cleared the scene," I told Catherine, then watched her eyebrows furrow and as she inhaled deeply.
"They supposedly did." She pulled out her gun and held it to her side, a precautionary measure, and moved towards the back of the house. Yet to take my weapons test, I followed on high alert. Catherine checked in each of the rooms, all of who's doors were open, before arriving at a closed one.
"Wait here," she told me after discovering the door lead to a stair case.
I had no choice but to listen and wait, while smelling a semi-fresh decomposing body and a lit match, while wondering if Catherine was in any danger.
Just as the though crossed my mind, I heard a loud thump, then the pounding footsteps of someone running up the stairs. Unsure of what to do, I stood to the side of the hallway, hoping it was Catherine running up the stairs. Wrong.
The man sprinted past me, and with no gun to aid me, I did not chase him, instead I opted for "Suspect on location!" Then I moved down the stairs, taking them two at a time.
At the bottom of the steps, Catherine's motionless body lay, her gun a few feet away. I knelt down to check her pulse-it was strong. I blew out a sigh of relief after checking for any injuries and finding none, other than the large amount of blood coming from a small cut on her head.
Looking around, the basement lights illuminating the room, I found that the smell was coming from the dead body in the corner. The match I had smelt lie a few feet from it. What looked like an open gun box sat on the work bench on my left.
I could hear the police outside yelling and a few shots fired but I was mostly concerned with Catherine's well being. As I looked her over, I discovered that the cut was superficial at worst, a swollen bump soon to come. It looked as if she had been pistol whipped.
That night changed a lot of things in my life. One of them being I always carried a gun with me to any scene. The other being more on the subconscious level. I found that I had become more protective of Catherine. Luckily she didn't seem to mind. The more I worked with her and learned her little quirks and details about her life the more interested I became. At one point I had gathered the courage to ask her out.
To be continued...