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The New Girl/ Cath's P.O.V
Hey thanks to all my readers and reviews are welcome…any way just to let you know I am actually done this story but I am not finished typing it yet!
Chapter6:
I saw Donald he was sitting by her bed beside her. He was praying. I knocked on the door frame. He made the cross sign on his chest. He is catholic just like me. He looked up and smiled so did I.
"How is she?" I asked
"Stable, with a fractured rib she was beaten unconscious. She took a hell of a beating, she will pull through though. She is tough, always has been." he said I heard sadness in his voice.
"I need to process her now." I said, he got up and left. He went to get a drink from the vending machines. When I finished he came back in. A nurse came in to.
"Visiting hours is over in ten minutes."
"When will she be able to leave?" Donald asked her.
"Once she is couscous and stable. It will take approximately 6 weeks for the rib to heal." she said as she left.
"So much for her working the case." I mumbled
"Don't be so sure about that." Violet whispered
Donald and I whipped around to face her. With a black eye & fat lip her face was a sore sight. But she smiled.
"Did I miss the party?" she laughed then winced, Donald was at her side in an instant.
"Take it easy Vi." he said a worried expression crossed over his face.
"Don't look at me like that" she said "you of all people know how tough I am"
The nurse came in "good afternoon" she said to Violet "visiting hours are over please leave"
"Give us a minute" I said
"Donald the key to my house is in my kit, you can stay there for the night." Violet said
"Ok, you get some rest alright?" he said
"Deal" she said, Donald left.
"Hey, keep me posted till I get out of her ok?" she asked me
"Ok, there will be a guard outside if you need anything" & with that I left. With my kit and evidence as I left the two girls went to visit violet.
I met Donald in his car. "Take me to the lab, by the way where do you work in Canada, PD, and CSI?"
"Was a CSI, then a detective, detective Donald Trent. Or D.T. as they used to call me I quit the other day, couldn't take the office in Canada anymore. Your crew here have any nicknames?"
"Well you can call me Cath, we call Grissom Gris or Gil, Nick Nicky, Greg Greg-o, and Warrick doesn't have a nickname."
"Yet…" he said we laughed and talked some more for the whole ride back. I gave him my cell & home number, I liked him. After we arrived I unlocked the Tahoe to get Violet's kit out for him.
"Thanks" he said "see you tomorrow." he was gone. I walked into CSI to find only Greg (our part-time lab rat & part-time field worker) & Warrick were here, the rest where still at the scene. I gave my samples to Greg.
"Here from the girls, ASAP." I said
"I am backed up take it easy on me Cath ok?" he said
"Ok, where is Warrick?" I asked
"Ballistics, I think he needs help"
"Who doesn't now a days?" we both smiled. I went to help Warrick with the bullets.
"You need a hand?" I asked
"Cath, oh God how is she?" he asked
"Awake and ready to come back with a punch." I smiled
"She is tough" he said "& yes I would like some help." We processed over 100 bullets almost all from the handgun that he had turned into a hand-machine gun. We had been there for almost an hour when my cell phone rang."Hello?"
"Hey it's Donald, I just got to Violet's place, and you better get out here. Bring whoever you can and bring the Trent case file from the Canada murders." he said and he gave me her address. Before he hung up.
"What was that about?" Warrick asked
"I don't know but I think we have another crime scene" I said "Tell Greg we caught a scene."
"Meet you in the Tahoe" he said
TBC…
By the way… if you have not noticed I have this habit when I write I use "Said" LOTS sry if it bugs u!
-A