He looked at the pictures of her outside of her house. Her new house, he
seethed. Kissing the man he hated, that man should be him. She was smiling.
Oh, her beautiful smile. She was laughing. Oh, her wonderful laugh. The way
her eyes lit up everytime she laughed or smiled. Hhe spritzed her favorite
perfume around the livingroom. He loved the fragrance she wore. It made him
feel peaceful inside. He picked up the VCR remote and pressed play.
"As you know, it was reported that I was murdered late last evening. That as you can see is not true. It was a plan concieved by myself and Sheriff Mobley. We needed to find my father, crime scene investigator Gil Grissom. And the plan was a success. Unfortunatley, Mr. Paul Milander has been killed in leu of his actions. We are deeply sorry if this has effected anyone in anyway, that being the plan of faking my death. We meant no harm in anyway and we hope that the city of Las Vegas can understand. I would like to thank the CSI's that I work with, the Sheriff, and the police force of Las Vegas. Not to mention the great consituants of this great city for phoning in any clues regarding to this case. Once again I thank you for your unbelieveable amount of help and your cooperation." Jennifer smiled and stepped to the side allowing the Sherrif to speak.
He stopped the tape and rewinded it a few frames. He paused it. Jennifer was looking right at him. Or he thought she was. Her beautiful brown eyes staring into his. Her blonde hair waving in the warm wind. 'God is she beautiful.' He thought to himself. That georgeous creature needed to be with him, not with that man she sleeps with every night. The man she makes loves with when ever they want it.
He threw his bottle of beer across the room. It smashed into the wall. He was mad. "How can you be with him?" He shouted at the TV screen, acting like she can actually hear him. "You bitch, you're supposed to be mine. I'm the only man for you, he will never amount to anything. Anything." He stood up. He regained his composure and took a deep breath in then exhaled. "You will be mine.."
"So, tell me.. Did you have fun?" Sara said walking with Jennifer down the hallway of CSI. "What was it like?"
"It was.. Great. We had a really good time. I loved it."
"What did you two do while you were there?" She asked holding a brown file in her hand.
"I can't tell you that." She laughed. It was like Sara was the best friend Jennifer had in high school. The two girls who would tell everyone everything and anything. Well almost, but keep a few details to themselves.
"Oh, so it was like that." She smiled.
"Never you mind." She laughed as they headed into the lab.
"So, did you.." Warrick hinted around the subject.
"Did I what?" Nick asked.
"Score the winning touch-down."
"Warrick!" He exclaimed.
"Well, I wanna know if my man here scored." They sat around the lockerroom talking like men usually do. It was so typical.
Nick grinned..
"He did. My brother scored. Alright." He high fived Nick and laughed. "Way to go Nick!"
"What did you do Nick?" Grissom asked as he entered the locker room. Their faces went blank.
Nick searched to find words but blurted out the only ones he could think of. "I went downtown to look for a ring for Jennifer." He sighed and Grissom's face turned white.
"A ring." He repeated.
"Well I haven't gotten one yet, but I will." He didn't really even look, he just said those words. "There's so many rings and well, Jennifer.. I want her to have the best."
Grissom nodded. "So you're going to ask my daughter to marry you?"
"Do you have a problem with that?" Nick asked defensively.
"No. No. Not at all. She just moved in, I thought maybe you'd settle down for a while before you asked her. I mean, I knew you would ask her. You love her, and I can see that."
"It's okay Grissom. I'm not trying to take Jennifer way from you. I would never do that."
"I know Nick. I know. And I'm glad that you love her. I'm happy to see her happy." He paused and looked at Warrick. "Greg paged and said there's something we need to see."
"Okay." He said and nodded. "Catch you later Nicky."
"So, Greg. What do you have for us?" Sara said as she walked in with Jennifer.
"Hey Jen!" Greg said, his face lighting up. "What's in the bag?"
"Your game like I promised. You know, I never turn back on my promises."
"I like. So are you on this case now?"
"Yea and Nick is working with Warrick and Grissom." Jennifer said and looked up. In walked Nick, Warrick and her father.
"What are you girls doing here?" Warrick said when Catherine walked in.
"Party? Greg?" Catherine asked.
"No, coincidence." He handed the blood tests to Grissom and Catherine. "In Grissom's hand, he holds the test from the finger found at his crime scene. And in Catherine's hand she hold the blood that was found at her crime scene."
"Yeah so?" Catherine asked.
"They match." Greg said bluntly. All looked at each other. "Your vitcim or suspect was at both crime scenes."
"So let me get this straight. The finger found at Grissom's crime scene, was at my crime scene hours before he or she lost his finger?"
"He." Greg said. "It's XX."
"So, victim or suspect?" Grissom said.
"I say victim." Warrick picked.
"I think it's the suspect." Nick chimed in.
"Well right now it's evidence." Gil announced.
"Hey, you know what. You should take an ad out in the paper saying you found this finger and they can claim it later." Greg snickered.
"Sara? If you lost a finger, what would you do?" Jennifer asked.
"University Medical." Sara said. She smiled. "Let's roll. Catherine? Shall we grab Brass?"
"I think so. Gil, are you going to hitch along?"
"No. I think three ladies can handle themself along side Jim." He smiled. "I'll page O'Riley and see what we can dig up and the crime scene." He paused. "Scenes."
"Right." She said. "Let's go girls."
"As you know, it was reported that I was murdered late last evening. That as you can see is not true. It was a plan concieved by myself and Sheriff Mobley. We needed to find my father, crime scene investigator Gil Grissom. And the plan was a success. Unfortunatley, Mr. Paul Milander has been killed in leu of his actions. We are deeply sorry if this has effected anyone in anyway, that being the plan of faking my death. We meant no harm in anyway and we hope that the city of Las Vegas can understand. I would like to thank the CSI's that I work with, the Sheriff, and the police force of Las Vegas. Not to mention the great consituants of this great city for phoning in any clues regarding to this case. Once again I thank you for your unbelieveable amount of help and your cooperation." Jennifer smiled and stepped to the side allowing the Sherrif to speak.
He stopped the tape and rewinded it a few frames. He paused it. Jennifer was looking right at him. Or he thought she was. Her beautiful brown eyes staring into his. Her blonde hair waving in the warm wind. 'God is she beautiful.' He thought to himself. That georgeous creature needed to be with him, not with that man she sleeps with every night. The man she makes loves with when ever they want it.
He threw his bottle of beer across the room. It smashed into the wall. He was mad. "How can you be with him?" He shouted at the TV screen, acting like she can actually hear him. "You bitch, you're supposed to be mine. I'm the only man for you, he will never amount to anything. Anything." He stood up. He regained his composure and took a deep breath in then exhaled. "You will be mine.."
"So, tell me.. Did you have fun?" Sara said walking with Jennifer down the hallway of CSI. "What was it like?"
"It was.. Great. We had a really good time. I loved it."
"What did you two do while you were there?" She asked holding a brown file in her hand.
"I can't tell you that." She laughed. It was like Sara was the best friend Jennifer had in high school. The two girls who would tell everyone everything and anything. Well almost, but keep a few details to themselves.
"Oh, so it was like that." She smiled.
"Never you mind." She laughed as they headed into the lab.
"So, did you.." Warrick hinted around the subject.
"Did I what?" Nick asked.
"Score the winning touch-down."
"Warrick!" He exclaimed.
"Well, I wanna know if my man here scored." They sat around the lockerroom talking like men usually do. It was so typical.
Nick grinned..
"He did. My brother scored. Alright." He high fived Nick and laughed. "Way to go Nick!"
"What did you do Nick?" Grissom asked as he entered the locker room. Their faces went blank.
Nick searched to find words but blurted out the only ones he could think of. "I went downtown to look for a ring for Jennifer." He sighed and Grissom's face turned white.
"A ring." He repeated.
"Well I haven't gotten one yet, but I will." He didn't really even look, he just said those words. "There's so many rings and well, Jennifer.. I want her to have the best."
Grissom nodded. "So you're going to ask my daughter to marry you?"
"Do you have a problem with that?" Nick asked defensively.
"No. No. Not at all. She just moved in, I thought maybe you'd settle down for a while before you asked her. I mean, I knew you would ask her. You love her, and I can see that."
"It's okay Grissom. I'm not trying to take Jennifer way from you. I would never do that."
"I know Nick. I know. And I'm glad that you love her. I'm happy to see her happy." He paused and looked at Warrick. "Greg paged and said there's something we need to see."
"Okay." He said and nodded. "Catch you later Nicky."
"So, Greg. What do you have for us?" Sara said as she walked in with Jennifer.
"Hey Jen!" Greg said, his face lighting up. "What's in the bag?"
"Your game like I promised. You know, I never turn back on my promises."
"I like. So are you on this case now?"
"Yea and Nick is working with Warrick and Grissom." Jennifer said and looked up. In walked Nick, Warrick and her father.
"What are you girls doing here?" Warrick said when Catherine walked in.
"Party? Greg?" Catherine asked.
"No, coincidence." He handed the blood tests to Grissom and Catherine. "In Grissom's hand, he holds the test from the finger found at his crime scene. And in Catherine's hand she hold the blood that was found at her crime scene."
"Yeah so?" Catherine asked.
"They match." Greg said bluntly. All looked at each other. "Your vitcim or suspect was at both crime scenes."
"So let me get this straight. The finger found at Grissom's crime scene, was at my crime scene hours before he or she lost his finger?"
"He." Greg said. "It's XX."
"So, victim or suspect?" Grissom said.
"I say victim." Warrick picked.
"I think it's the suspect." Nick chimed in.
"Well right now it's evidence." Gil announced.
"Hey, you know what. You should take an ad out in the paper saying you found this finger and they can claim it later." Greg snickered.
"Sara? If you lost a finger, what would you do?" Jennifer asked.
"University Medical." Sara said. She smiled. "Let's roll. Catherine? Shall we grab Brass?"
"I think so. Gil, are you going to hitch along?"
"No. I think three ladies can handle themself along side Jim." He smiled. "I'll page O'Riley and see what we can dig up and the crime scene." He paused. "Scenes."
"Right." She said. "Let's go girls."