OMG… My trip to Manchester was AMAZING. Although it was a business trip it felt more like a weekend away with friends. I loved meeting the people I speak to one hundred times a day. Even the drive was Easy Squeezy. I did panic when my Sat Nav took me the way I didn't want to go though, but I'm pleased it took me that way because it was fast and easy. I don't know why I was so worried. I was a little shy at first but I quickly got over it. And there were some H.O.T guys. Thanks for wishing me luck guys, it really helped. I'm a changed person. Seriously!
Anyway, on with the story…
Written in the Stars
Chapter 4
Catherine and Nick step from their Denali and make their way over to Jim Brass.
"Hey, what do we have?" asks Cath.
"Head on collision. A Mr Thomas Black was heading south when the two cars collided. He called it in." says Jim, gesturing towards their one and only witness. "One car is in a really bad way, had to extinguish the fire from up here as fire rescue couldn't get down to it. The other car is a few hundred yards behind it, the fire crew are on their way to it now."
"Sounds bad." states Nick.
"Yeah, I have a feeling it was a drunk driver. Sara phoned me earlier saying that she and Gil were out here when a car sped past, the driver obviously high or drunk."
"Why would anyone get drunk and risk driving to their death or causing another death? asks Cath, not expecting an answer. "Let's go."
Nick takes the lead over to the edge of the ravine ready to start the decent down. He readjusts his kit and takes hold of the rope, which the fire department has set up as a makeshift handrail, and slowly steps over the edge followed by Cath. As he looks around the mess and destruction, then towards the black Mercedes, he sighs inwardly. He knows that there's something wrong; something out of place, but he can't put his finger on it.
"It's gonna be long night." he groans.
It takes a good few minutes to climb down. When they finally reach the bottom they hear a commotion.
"We have some live ones down here." shouts a member of the fire department. "We need more help down here…"
Nick is about to take off running when he notices Cath has turned white.
"Everything okay?" he asks.
She's staring at the wreckage, unable to process her thoughts and the scene at the same time.
"Oh my…" she whispers.
"Cath?"
"Nick, the car. Look at the car."
Nick slowly turns towards the car to see what has spooked his supervisor. At first he doesn't see it, but then it clicks; he now knows why the scene felt wrong. He recognises the registration number.
He pulls out his phone and speed-dials Brass as Cath takes off running towards the crushed black car.
"Nick, what have you forgotten? I'm not coming down there."
Nick turns away from the wreckage and looks up the embankment towards Brass and he smiles a little when he sees him waving a flashlight from side to side.
"Jim, we need paramedics down here."
"Okay, I'm on it."
"Jim…the car's a black Mercedes."
Brass stays silent waiting for Nick to continue.
"Grissom's black Mercedes."
Nick watches him end the call and he can hear him start barking orders to the paramedics and fire crew.
Nick sighs and takes off running towards the car.
Sorry, I know it's short and naff but I keep losing my inspiration.
I'm gonna have a proper lazy weekend so hopefully I will have more written really soon.
Lynne xx