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Ok, if you haven't figured it out yet, I don't own C.S.I., I am merely obsessed with it. I own myself, Katie. I think. ^_^ Thank you for the reviews I've got; I feel so wanted!
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I refused to believe what Catherine had said... that we were in love. But, there were signs. I mean yeah, he'd process my samples faster, but other stuff, too. He got Archie to burn a CD of my favorite rock songs. He knew that "The Sweater Song" by Weezer was my favorite newer-rock song- I usually like the older stuff- so he put it on the CD three times. And the fact that every time I was around him, I couldn't concentrate. I mean, he smelled so good and I could hear him breathing and... so I would over-concentrate and try to lose myself in my work to get my mind off it. It wasn't anything... was it?
Then Thursday came.
"Hey, y'know that it's at eight, right?" our favorite part-organizer asked me in a Texas-tinted accent. Since we-the partygoers- weren't going to work Friday, he made his rounds at the end of the shift.
"Yah. Oh, Nicky?" I asked as innocently as someone with an un-innocent question can ask and as I was making quotation marks with my fingers. "Who's your 'date'?"
He laughed. "Well, since I was the one who started the thing, I figured I didn't need one."
I threw my coat at him and missed. As I stepped out into the hall, I heard Laurie call after him.
"You are picking me up at seven, right?"
The tips of his ears turned a guilty red. I grinned. I picked up my dark blue jacket off the tile floor and, also equipped with my shoulderbag-briefcase and purse, headed for the door. I heard someone call after me. Take a wild guess at who it was.
"Katie!" I turned around to see Greg jogging towards me. "We're still on?"
"Yeah?" I paused. "Greg, what are you getting at?"
"I just wanted to make sure-"
"That I wasn't going to stand you up?" He nodded. "Greg, I am not going to stand you up. Be at my house at six-thirty. See ya then," I added walking away and giving a quick wave goodbye.
This confrontation had made me kinda nervous. I mean, I never asked if he was going to stand me up! But he wouldn't, right? I just kinda trusted him... did he trust me?
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When I got home, I noticed all the lights were off. I usually try to leave some on a timer so they flick on when I get home. I glanced at the clock in my car. It read 5:00. Okay, I'm on time. I remembered my rush to get to work earlier that morning- I had wanted to do Friday's works so I wouldn't be caught behind. I guess I must've turned the lights off and never turned them back on so the timer could work.
I drove my silver Neon into my garage. It was brick, squarish, and yet somehow slightly homey, just like the rest of my house. I walked up the stone path to my front door and turned my key in the lock. But, at just the slightest pressure, the door opened.
Someone was there.
I stepped in the door. It was way, way too quiet. I mean, it was loud quiet. I turned on some lights to hopefully help me shake the feeling, but there were still way too many shadows. I stepped into the kitchen and flipped on a light...
To see a man, dressed in black, going through my drawers.
I yelled.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" He spun around and I realized that making a sound had been a bad idea. A very bad idea.
He lunged for me. I grabbed the first thing I could snatch off the countertop, which turned out to be a book. I whacked him, to no avail, on the head. He pushed- though it was more of a throw- me against the wall opposite the entryway. I yelped when my head hit the ground. I knew then that I was at his mercy.
I crab-walked back to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall, inching myself up.
"What... do... you... want?" I wheezed out shakily. I didn't realize all the effort it had taken to move.
He ran at me again. I made a few swipes at his head; both shots easily cleared his black ski mask. He grabbed my wrists, forced them together, and spun me around. I prayed to God this wasn't going to be a rape. Adrenaline, inspired by fear, pumped through my veins. But the intruder had nothing sexual in mind. He slammed my body into the wall. I blacked out momentarily.
When my consciousness came back, I blinked a few times and looked up at the clock on the stove. 5:30. I had be lying there for- I did some quick calculations- about half an hour. I turned over onto all fours. My floor was... dark? A metallic taste in my mouth made me spit on the ground. Blood. There was blood on the floor. Suddenly it felt like all the blood was rushing out of my head. I sat back down, reached up, and grabbed the phone. I dialed the numbers.
"Nine-one-one operator. How may I help you?"
I took a shaky breath. "I was just robbed."
"Hmm." She didn't believe me. I didn't blame her. There are so many stooges out there who call for dumb reasons.
"Okay. Two things. I'm not pregnant. I'm not on my period. Got that?" I didn't care if I was being sarcastic. "Okay. I'm sitting in blood."
"I'll contact an ambulance, miss." I gave her my home address and hung up.
Then everything went black.
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I awoke in a hospital room, and believe me, that can scare the pants off you. I sat straight up, nearly yanking two IVs out of my arm. Luckily, a nurse happened to be in the room.
He walked over. "Miss, you need to go back to sleep now. You are receiving a lot of blood to replace the blood you've lost."
"I'm not going back to sleep." And I said the first thing that popped into my head. "Get me a book."
"No," he replied calmly. Damn, he was good. He must've had a lot of patients deliberately try to be as obnoxious as they could be.
"Aight. Then can you at least get me something to read?" I mumbled.
He looked horrified. "Now you want some marijuana?"
Okay, okay, I know it was wrong.
But I laughed.
"Nooo... We'll try that again. Can you tell me what the hell happened to me?"
"Can do."
"Okay. You do it."
And he told me that after I blacked out, I was picked up by an ambulance and given thirty one stitches for a gash in my leg- it had been from a knife, which helped identify the black-cloaked one.
"He had it on him when the police picked him up with a public drunkenness call-in. He was wandering around a street four or five minutes away." This struck me as odd.
"My assailant wasn't drunk."
"It could've happened later."
"No, I'm a criminologist. I know my stuff."
He shrugged. "Whatever. Anyway, you gotta lot of flowers and stuff." He gestured around the small room. I saw three small flowerpots, four cards, and a stuffed cow. I knew immediately it was from my brother. He knew of my obsession with the cloven-hoofed animals.
"So when can I go home?"
I learned later- from the doctor that came to check up on me a little bit later- that I could go home Sunday afternoon.
I called Laurie later that evening, around eight. She picked up on the third ring.
"Hey, Laurie."
I heard nothing for a second and thought I had dialed the wrong number.
"Katie?!" Nope, it was definitely Laur. "Are you okay? We held off the party 'til next Friday."
"Oh, fun. I'll bet Greg was ecstatic."
"Speaking of Greg..." She paused dramatically. :He was really worried about you. I mean, no-loud-music worried."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Yikes. I'll have to call him tomorrow," I replied, making a mental note. "I get out of here Sunday anyway."
"Sweet."
"Oh, and thanks for the flowers!" We made small talk for a while. And then I remembered her "thing" with Nick. "Just curious, but did your 'thing' with Nick ever work out?"
Silence from the other end of the line.
"What happened."
"Hmm?" I knew something was up.
"What did you two do?"
"We went out to dinner before the shift started. It was really nice, even though we went to some almost college-y little place. Not really a hole-in-the-wall type of place. It sounded like you... the atmosphere seemed, well, like something you'd love."
"What was it called?"
"'Rain With Sunshine,' I think?"
"Yeah. Gris and Lady H were going to go there before the party. That place is down the street from me. I really, really, really like it there."
We just about ended it there. Well, okay, we made more small talk for a few, said our good-byes, and hung up. By now the doctor had come back in to give me another dose of something evil-smelling and dark.
The doctor handed me the cup.
"This may- no, it will make you tired."
I nodded in return. He stayed in the room long enough to see me swallow what was in the cup, but not long enough to see me make a face at the taste, which, for the record, was worse than the smell by a long shot. Remembering the doctor's warning, I slid into bed. I made another mental note to thank whoever had brought my PJs. I hate hospital gowns. They seem almost like those sheets in the morgue. I pulled the blankets up to my shoulders.
Then I was asleep.
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Ok, if you haven't figured it out yet, I don't own C.S.I., I am merely obsessed with it. I own myself, Katie. I think. ^_^ Thank you for the reviews I've got; I feel so wanted!
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I refused to believe what Catherine had said... that we were in love. But, there were signs. I mean yeah, he'd process my samples faster, but other stuff, too. He got Archie to burn a CD of my favorite rock songs. He knew that "The Sweater Song" by Weezer was my favorite newer-rock song- I usually like the older stuff- so he put it on the CD three times. And the fact that every time I was around him, I couldn't concentrate. I mean, he smelled so good and I could hear him breathing and... so I would over-concentrate and try to lose myself in my work to get my mind off it. It wasn't anything... was it?
Then Thursday came.
"Hey, y'know that it's at eight, right?" our favorite part-organizer asked me in a Texas-tinted accent. Since we-the partygoers- weren't going to work Friday, he made his rounds at the end of the shift.
"Yah. Oh, Nicky?" I asked as innocently as someone with an un-innocent question can ask and as I was making quotation marks with my fingers. "Who's your 'date'?"
He laughed. "Well, since I was the one who started the thing, I figured I didn't need one."
I threw my coat at him and missed. As I stepped out into the hall, I heard Laurie call after him.
"You are picking me up at seven, right?"
The tips of his ears turned a guilty red. I grinned. I picked up my dark blue jacket off the tile floor and, also equipped with my shoulderbag-briefcase and purse, headed for the door. I heard someone call after me. Take a wild guess at who it was.
"Katie!" I turned around to see Greg jogging towards me. "We're still on?"
"Yeah?" I paused. "Greg, what are you getting at?"
"I just wanted to make sure-"
"That I wasn't going to stand you up?" He nodded. "Greg, I am not going to stand you up. Be at my house at six-thirty. See ya then," I added walking away and giving a quick wave goodbye.
This confrontation had made me kinda nervous. I mean, I never asked if he was going to stand me up! But he wouldn't, right? I just kinda trusted him... did he trust me?
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When I got home, I noticed all the lights were off. I usually try to leave some on a timer so they flick on when I get home. I glanced at the clock in my car. It read 5:00. Okay, I'm on time. I remembered my rush to get to work earlier that morning- I had wanted to do Friday's works so I wouldn't be caught behind. I guess I must've turned the lights off and never turned them back on so the timer could work.
I drove my silver Neon into my garage. It was brick, squarish, and yet somehow slightly homey, just like the rest of my house. I walked up the stone path to my front door and turned my key in the lock. But, at just the slightest pressure, the door opened.
Someone was there.
I stepped in the door. It was way, way too quiet. I mean, it was loud quiet. I turned on some lights to hopefully help me shake the feeling, but there were still way too many shadows. I stepped into the kitchen and flipped on a light...
To see a man, dressed in black, going through my drawers.
I yelled.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" He spun around and I realized that making a sound had been a bad idea. A very bad idea.
He lunged for me. I grabbed the first thing I could snatch off the countertop, which turned out to be a book. I whacked him, to no avail, on the head. He pushed- though it was more of a throw- me against the wall opposite the entryway. I yelped when my head hit the ground. I knew then that I was at his mercy.
I crab-walked back to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall, inching myself up.
"What... do... you... want?" I wheezed out shakily. I didn't realize all the effort it had taken to move.
He ran at me again. I made a few swipes at his head; both shots easily cleared his black ski mask. He grabbed my wrists, forced them together, and spun me around. I prayed to God this wasn't going to be a rape. Adrenaline, inspired by fear, pumped through my veins. But the intruder had nothing sexual in mind. He slammed my body into the wall. I blacked out momentarily.
When my consciousness came back, I blinked a few times and looked up at the clock on the stove. 5:30. I had be lying there for- I did some quick calculations- about half an hour. I turned over onto all fours. My floor was... dark? A metallic taste in my mouth made me spit on the ground. Blood. There was blood on the floor. Suddenly it felt like all the blood was rushing out of my head. I sat back down, reached up, and grabbed the phone. I dialed the numbers.
"Nine-one-one operator. How may I help you?"
I took a shaky breath. "I was just robbed."
"Hmm." She didn't believe me. I didn't blame her. There are so many stooges out there who call for dumb reasons.
"Okay. Two things. I'm not pregnant. I'm not on my period. Got that?" I didn't care if I was being sarcastic. "Okay. I'm sitting in blood."
"I'll contact an ambulance, miss." I gave her my home address and hung up.
Then everything went black.
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I awoke in a hospital room, and believe me, that can scare the pants off you. I sat straight up, nearly yanking two IVs out of my arm. Luckily, a nurse happened to be in the room.
He walked over. "Miss, you need to go back to sleep now. You are receiving a lot of blood to replace the blood you've lost."
"I'm not going back to sleep." And I said the first thing that popped into my head. "Get me a book."
"No," he replied calmly. Damn, he was good. He must've had a lot of patients deliberately try to be as obnoxious as they could be.
"Aight. Then can you at least get me something to read?" I mumbled.
He looked horrified. "Now you want some marijuana?"
Okay, okay, I know it was wrong.
But I laughed.
"Nooo... We'll try that again. Can you tell me what the hell happened to me?"
"Can do."
"Okay. You do it."
And he told me that after I blacked out, I was picked up by an ambulance and given thirty one stitches for a gash in my leg- it had been from a knife, which helped identify the black-cloaked one.
"He had it on him when the police picked him up with a public drunkenness call-in. He was wandering around a street four or five minutes away." This struck me as odd.
"My assailant wasn't drunk."
"It could've happened later."
"No, I'm a criminologist. I know my stuff."
He shrugged. "Whatever. Anyway, you gotta lot of flowers and stuff." He gestured around the small room. I saw three small flowerpots, four cards, and a stuffed cow. I knew immediately it was from my brother. He knew of my obsession with the cloven-hoofed animals.
"So when can I go home?"
I learned later- from the doctor that came to check up on me a little bit later- that I could go home Sunday afternoon.
I called Laurie later that evening, around eight. She picked up on the third ring.
"Hey, Laurie."
I heard nothing for a second and thought I had dialed the wrong number.
"Katie?!" Nope, it was definitely Laur. "Are you okay? We held off the party 'til next Friday."
"Oh, fun. I'll bet Greg was ecstatic."
"Speaking of Greg..." She paused dramatically. :He was really worried about you. I mean, no-loud-music worried."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Yikes. I'll have to call him tomorrow," I replied, making a mental note. "I get out of here Sunday anyway."
"Sweet."
"Oh, and thanks for the flowers!" We made small talk for a while. And then I remembered her "thing" with Nick. "Just curious, but did your 'thing' with Nick ever work out?"
Silence from the other end of the line.
"What happened."
"Hmm?" I knew something was up.
"What did you two do?"
"We went out to dinner before the shift started. It was really nice, even though we went to some almost college-y little place. Not really a hole-in-the-wall type of place. It sounded like you... the atmosphere seemed, well, like something you'd love."
"What was it called?"
"'Rain With Sunshine,' I think?"
"Yeah. Gris and Lady H were going to go there before the party. That place is down the street from me. I really, really, really like it there."
We just about ended it there. Well, okay, we made more small talk for a few, said our good-byes, and hung up. By now the doctor had come back in to give me another dose of something evil-smelling and dark.
The doctor handed me the cup.
"This may- no, it will make you tired."
I nodded in return. He stayed in the room long enough to see me swallow what was in the cup, but not long enough to see me make a face at the taste, which, for the record, was worse than the smell by a long shot. Remembering the doctor's warning, I slid into bed. I made another mental note to thank whoever had brought my PJs. I hate hospital gowns. They seem almost like those sheets in the morgue. I pulled the blankets up to my shoulders.
Then I was asleep.
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