Right, this is the ending...and I hope it answers the questions you have etc. I've never been good at author's notes - my bad.
Sara watched his broken eyes for a couple of minutes before averting her gaze to the celing.
'Hodges?' Grissom whispered in undertone, his shock slowly being pushed out by utter fury.
She didn't say a word, waiting for it to finally sink in before she delivered the final blow. Picking up the pen, she scribbled:
He heard me and Warwick talking about it.
Grissom paused, taking her hand in his; he leant down to whisper in her ear, 'Who did he tell? Sara?'
Sara looked deep into his eyes, tears forming in the corners. Again, this time with Grissom's hand on her hand, she wrote:
The deputy Sherrif.
His heart broke, feeling her pain creep into his heart as he watched her. The deputy Sherrif was behind it all? He picked up his mobile phone and began to dial a well-known number.
-
Catherine found herself slinking back down to autopsy, in search of Ecklie or one of his team. The elevator would have been a faster option, but she prefered the stairs, it had the element of surprise. There was no little 'ding' to announce her presence, only when she decided to be announced was when she would be. Carefully looking both ways when she reached the bottom step, Catherine stepped out into the unoccupied corridor, still suspiciously glancing around her. Noting there was no one to notice her; she gently made her way to the autopsy door. She stopped, feeling the all too familiar vibrating feeling in her jean pocket, hastily, she pulled it out.
'Catherine...Grissom? Did you get to San Fransico okay?' she eased herslef past the door and into the darkened yet cavernous room, 'How's Sara? And the baby? Three? Wow!'
She bombarded him with questions, not allowing him to get a word in edgeways.
'Cath!' his voice echoed loudly down the line and into her ear, causing her to pull the phone away as though it had bit her.
'What?' Catherine sidled over to the metal doors, which more then likely had corpses behind. It was the reflection of a man standing behind her in them which made her stiffen, terrified.
'The deputy Sherrif killed Warwick-'
She simply said, 'I know.'
-
The line went dead and Grissom began to panic, leaving Sara's bedside, he went to a pay phone.
Slotting the money into the slot, he dialed Catherine's number. No answer.
-
'Hang up Catherine,' she did as she was told, 'and put the phone on the floor.'
She gingerly bent down and laid it upon the floor, her heart beating twenty times faster then it should have done. It was him, all along. He killed Warwick, and tried to kill Sara, was she next?
'Why Warwick?' her voice trembled, betraying her fear.
The reflection shrugged, 'I framed him to get that bastard...he was of no further use to me.'
'And Sara?'
He gave a throaty laugh, 'She knew everything...I couldn't trust her, not Sidle. I thought those two imbosils would get rid of her but no...they left her to starve or suffocate...just because she was pregnant, the foolish chickens.'
'So...what did you do to them?' she shook, quaking with dread.
The figure shrugged yet again, 'I killed one...the other begged forgiveness and I gave it to him.'
'It's amazing people like you can show compassion-'
The deputy snorted, 'Very true.'
'Let me guess...you used Ecklie's gun for all the murders?'
'Very good...I wanted to frame him, it' nearly worked as well.'
She felt sick to her stomach, foreboding engulfing her, 'So...are you going to kill me?'
'That depends-'
'On what?'
'If you do as I say...' he snided, '...then perhaps you will.'
'You're lying.' She felt her heart stop, she would never see Lindsay again, never tell her she loved her.
'I am, you know too much now Catherine...'
Catherine Willows raised her head and turned around to face her soon-to-be killer, a tear on her cheek and in her eye, 'Then kill me...'
He watched her, hesitating, he raised his gun and cocked it, 'So be it-'
The autopsy door burst open, and several gunshots rung out into the empty space. Catherine sunk to the floor in floods of tears, seeing the blood slowly seep along the floor towards and away from her. Holding her limp shoulder, she curled into a ball as strong arms wrapped around her.
'Shh, it's okay, I'm here,' Nick soothed, rocking her like a child, 'It's over Cath...it's over, you're safe.'
The sound of people panicking over head caught her attention, through her tears all she could see was the crimson staining her and the floor. Hysterical sobs racked her broken chest, paining her more. She was more in shock then grieving.
-
FOUR YEARS LATER
Sara Grissom found herself scolding her son Warwick as he stuck his finger into the birthday cake.
'What?' the four year old asked, eyes wide and innocent as popped it into his mouth and went off to join his sisters, Laura and Valerie.
Warwick looked like a cherub sent directly from heaven, with his halo of ash blond hair and stunningly pearcing blue eyes. Sara loved him purely for his cheekiness and mischieviousness, especially when the joke was on his father, Gil Grissom.
Valerie and Laura were identical, their hair thick and jet black, long and straight. The only differences seemed to be their personalities; Valerie was a fragile and usually shy. She prefered to draw and read books, unlike Laura. Laura was bossy, there was no doubt about that, she was gutsy and fearless, strongwilled and determined.
Sara picked the cake up, careful not to blow any of the candles out and edged into the dinning room.
'Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Warwick, Valerie and Laura! Happy birthday to you!' the chorused voices sung in unison, clapping when they finished. Sara carefully placed the cake on the table, before her three children.
Grissom smiled at her, giving her a kiss when she came to meet him.
'Make a wish!' Greg laughed, watching all three youngsters' cheeks puff outwards.
'How's the arm Cath?' Nick asked, 'You still taking those pills?'
She rubbed her left shoulder, 'Yeah, it's still a bit stiff, even after all these years.'
The room filled with conversations as other family members celebrated the triplet's fourth birthday, a family which extended to even colleagues.
-
He walked slowly, a white lily clasped in his frozen hand. The bitter winter winds battered him restlessly.
Finally, he reached it.
He bent down, placing the flower on the grave, he said, 'I'm sorry Warwick...'
Hodges straightened back up, lost in thought for a couple of minutes before he gently ambled way.
A white lily, the tribute of a liar...
IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THEN READ THIS:
Basically Hodges sold Warwick and Sara out to the deputy Sherrif, who killed Warwick. Catherine was shot in the shoulder and several of her ligamnets/tendons were damaged (hence the pills). Nick shot the deputy to save Catherine because Grissom called him after he couldn't reach Catherine. I hope that explains it. One day, I'll redo this ending and make it better, but I'm doing my GCSEs and my coursework is ten miles high and I really need to concerntarte on it. I'll be happy if you decide to review, although I feel I've let you guys down, but MY SCHOOLWORK IS VERY IMPORTANT, ESPECIALLY AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE, SO I' M SORRY.
GPR