Playing in the Dark
I hate CBS so much right now. They had to put CSI on Sundays and the last episode was supposed to be last week then they changed it to November 2nd and now it's not even on. Ugh. I wish they would change the day back so football won't get in the way. This is why I hate the show on Sundays. I want it back on its usual day. Who else is with me?
Chapter 10 Sunlight and Shadow
Greg was at the house where Regan was murdered and where the twins lived for a good chunk of their lives. He stood in there looking all around wondering what is going on as things that he's doing are not put in place. The case has not been broken they have no real suspects. They never even had a suspect so he's getting ordered from Russell to get a suspect and if he doesn't find one or enough evidence to convict someone he has to close it and put in as a cold case. He doesn't want to do that because if he does then he's going to continue to have bad dreams about the killer.
His life has dramatically changed a lot since he found out about the twins being his. When Morgan told him he was shocked and surprised. But he knows that he is trying to be the best father he can be to the girls even if he is not always there for him.
He sighed right there wondering what's going to happen. What the next big case is going to be. What's going to happen next? Is Dominic/Mitchell going to go back home to California with his birth parents? Is he going to find closure at all for this case? For himself? What about the pain he's going through, the troubles and the dreams? Those are just going to get worse as he's going to continue to have a dream every night. It's going to continuously going to happen.
He looked at the spot where Regan was killed and knew there has to be some significance to the case somewhere. Something that can help him out but what will? What can help his case? He wants it figure it out and if he doesn't he's going to have to put it on the shelf. So why does he feel so blue, like everything is out of place? That something should be there. That something is lost. That, that something is lost in translation.
That's when he turned around to go outside when he found someone behind him wearing black pants, a black hood over his face covering his eyes and everything and then there were the black leather gloves. It was the killer it has to be him. There's no one else that would be there.
"Please sir stay where you are. I don't want to hurt you. Just brandish your gun and give it to me." said Greg right there as he put his hands up to the side but kind of up
"I won't kill you." said the male right there
"Okay still you can't be here." responded Greg
"And why can't I be here?" wondered the male
"Because there was a murder here and the scene and house hasn't been released yet. No one's allowed to be here." told Greg
"But you are?" replied the male
"I'm a CSI a Crime Scene Investigator." Greg explained to him right there "I'm trying to find evidence of who killed the victim. What are you doing here?"
"I . . ." the guy started to talk but then stopped
He then took off his hood right there and Greg saw who it was, what the guy looked like. He has very dark brown hair that looked almost black that went almost to the scalp, shocking brown eyes, broad shoulders and a small scar by the neck.
"Dennis. Dennis Elder." said Greg
"You know who I am?" responded the man whose name was apparently Dennis Elder
"Regan Elder's, husband. I was told you were dead." said Greg right there
"By who?" wondered Dennis
"The twins Adalynn and Amara, they said that you died in the Army serving your country." replied Greg
"Is that what Regan told them? That I died. I didn't die. She left me with the kids, our kids." said Dennis
"You don't know." said Greg right there
"Know what?" replied Dennis
"Those kids, Regan kidnapped them. Dominic's name is really Mitchell Barker and the twins Adalynn and Amara she took them from a fellow CSI of mine. Those twins are my own." told Greg
"She, she kidnapped them." said Dennis totally fazed and shocked by the news
"Yeah she kidnapped my own twin daughters. Twin daughters I never knew existed until recently. I would have known about them years ago when my co-worker came to work here in Vegas if Regan never kidnapped and abducted them. How could you marry someone like that?" said Greg
"I never knew what she was like." Said Dennis
"How about that her name wasn't Regan at all that it's Olive Fallon." responded Greg
"When I met her she told me her name was Regan Fallon." Dennis told him right there "This is a surprise for me. Everything."
"You never knew." muttered Greg
"No. Where is she?" asked Dennis
"Dead. She was found murdered here." responded Greg
"What?" replied Dennis
"You need to go. Mitchell will escort you out." said Greg indicating to Officer Mitchell
Officer Mitchell came in and grabbed Dennis out right there. Greg stood there baffled every time he's about to lose the case something comes up. A twist in the events happens. But this one takes the cake. He heard that Regan's husband was dead but here he was alive and well. He looked so innocent and unaware of her misdeeds. Well at least he has more to go on now with the case to continue to move forward.
He needs to tell Russell what happened and that he has to give him the chance to continue looking and to solve the case. This has to set him apart to solve it once and for all. He needs it more than anyone. So why does he feel so alone in this case? That no one would help him.
The thing is he's no longer in the shadows with this case. It has brought new information, new light. He's not sure where that information could take him. It was just a light conversation that he didn't need to read the Miranda rights at all as the guy was willing to give the information. Plus it was mostly about stuff he kind of already knew. There were just mostly a few things that were new to him.
He knows that this case was not making him think straight. It was bringing out something in him he never knew existed. That he has never seen before. That nothing no one has seen before. It was bringing out something that was harnessing into something much bigger. A lot bigger than himself.