Hit & Run
By Mellaithwen
Disclaimer: Anything recognizable as CSI and it's characters belongs to Anthony Zuiker and not me.
A/N: This is in a bit of a weird order, story wise, you'll see what I mean, and a bit short, sorry about that...AND thank you so much to everyone who reviewed!
Chapter 2, Rainy Days
It wasn't often that Jim Brass found himself lost for words, but he had no idea how he was supposed to break the news.
Homicide had gotten the call. He had been about to call the CSI's when he reached the scene. Police officers stood around the body, as if protecting it somehow. He had moved closer and saw why. CSI's weren't considered officers, but they were part of the police force, and had helped put a lot of bad guys in jail, most of the young officers with Brass that night had gotten close to them.
Jim had stood, shocked, as he took in the broken body of Greg Sanders, lying dead on the ground, a pool of blood around him, his legs clearly broken. Brass found himself staring at Greg's face. It was pale, and there were two red streaks running down his left cheek where blood had poured from his mouth and nose.
"Was there any ID?" Brass had asked, out of habit more than anything else, not wanting to believe hiseyes, and not wanting to look for identification.The officers hadn't looked, they didn't want to disturb the scene. There was no need, most of the men there knew Greg, by a conversation every now and again or just in passing, but Greg's ID card couldjustbe seen amidst the blood spatter, hanging outof his pocket. Grinning at them.Ironic really. His own blood splattered on the laminated photo of himself smiling. A smile never to be seen again.
Jim took hold of his phone and had dialled the numbers. He waited and when the ringing stopped he took a deep breath and spoke all he knew.
Grissom had been in the morgue with Dr Robbins when he had received the call.
"C.O.D was asphyxia," The Coroner told Grissom simply. "There are foreign fibres in her mouth," He said, using a pair of tweezers to extract a strand. Cotton, maybe? I'll send them over to trace." He said asheplaced thefibres into a small evidence envelope."She was raped, deep bruising on the legs and tops of the arms which suggests she was pinned. Bite marks on her neck and shoulder, more bruising on the face and ankles."
Grissom had barely any time to process this information in his mind when his phone rang in his pocket. He answered quickly with a simple "Grissom?" and Al Robbins went to get the x-rays taken of the body.
"What?" Grissom had hissed into the receiver, causing Al to look in hisdirection, and the older man found an odd expression on Gil Grissom's face. A cross between horror and sorrow. He hadn't said anything, but there was no need. With an "I'll be right there." Grissom hung up the phone and turned to Dr Robbins, who waited for an explanation.
"Greg's dead." He said breathlessly, trying to take it in and keep his emotions in check, and with that he left the room, with a shocked and unbelieving coroner in his wake.
On his way out Grissom had passed Nick and Warrick who were discussing their latest case in the break room. The supervisor of the night shift paused. They might not be a team anymore, but they had to know.
He bit his lip when he saw Catherine enter and join in their discussion. A part of him had truly wanted for Catherine to find out some other way. Not like this. But if this was what he had to do, then he would do it.
He took a breath and walked in.
"Greg?" Sara called through the apartment "Greg?" She called again and again. She looked in the kitchen and the bedroom, but there was no sign of him. She knocked before entering the bathroom, but there was no need, it was empty too.
She ransacked the place. She turned tables upside down, checked every cupboard, every possible hiding place, or escape route, her movements becoming more frantic, panic setting in.
"Greg, this isn't funny!" She shouted through the apartment. Maybe he'd heard Nick, maybe they were both in on this! "OK Greg I get it now, ha-ha very funny, now get in here now!"
Only silence met her ears. "Greg?" She called, her voice barely above a whisper and only getting quieter until she could barely bear open her mouth. She couldn't bear the silence she knew would meet her calls.
Her breaths became quicker and shorter. Tears fell freely down her skin, that had gone two shades paler. Sobs broke from her throat as her whole body shook. "Greg," she whispered as her knees gave way and she buried her face in her hands.
Sara crumbled, and the rain poured.
TBC
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Review Replies
kittyluv: Lol he's mine too, you'd never think so though...
wdbydoglyr: Is he a ghosty thing, though? I mean he wasn't transparent, and he felt the rain, and as you pointed out, he touched her.
Jacinda: I feel bad for upsetting you, but I'm glad I got a reaction lol :D
Jenny705209: Well it wasn't big, and I'm sorry for that, I'm going to try to get the chapters to be longer
Pick-A-Wallflower: I'm not a fan either, and I've actually been trying to write a different CSI fic for quite a while, with angst, but no character deaths, and suddenly I post this...very odd...
CSIwannabe: Ok, lol, thanks again.
CJ Lauren: I haven't seen the angel finale :-/ in fact, I've only seen up to...I'll get back to you on that...but Gunn was there...
Unlikely-to-bear-it: Woah there, calm down lol, here's your update
lins: I guess we'll never know...well I say we...
Stormchilde: glad you liked! And very glad you saw it as Greg appearing to Sara, more than a random ghost
UnspokenLoves: Ask and thou shalt recieve...eth
Emmithar: I got jitters for CSI, with my other fic, then I just posted this and only have ideas for 4 odd chapters and the last one...
AH but is it Sara that's seeing things that aren't there? Or the things that aren't there choosing to let Sara see them?
Just realized I had a go at you for "killing" Sara when I've gone and killed Greg!