Grissom stared at the phone, willing it to ring again. Finally, he gave up and went to lie down. But just as he was settling down, the phone did ring. He scrambled to his feet, and picked up the receiver,
"Grissom."
"Hey Grissom, heard about what happened and wanted to see how you were."
It was Warrick.
Grissom sighed, "Tell Catherine I'm perfectly all right."
Warrick laughed, "How'd ya know that Catherine told me to call?"
"Because she's been hounding me all day, and not to mention it's my job to figure things out." Grissom replied, rubbing his fiercely aching head.
Warrick snickered, "Well, there's something else."
"What?" Grissom asked as he settled down in his soft leather chair
"They identified your latest vic."
"Who was she?" Grissom grabbed a notebook to jot down the latest information
"Uh, her name was Kirsten Jackson, age twenty-one, a college freshman, aspiring actress." Warrick rattled off
"Any relation to the owner of the house? Her name is Dana Jackson?" Grissom asked
"Yeah, apparently it's her aunt, Kirsten's parents are both dead, so she lived with her aunt since she was twelve years old." Warrick replied
"The aunt know anything?" Grissom wondered aloud
"I dunno, you want me to go interview her?"
"No, I'll do it, stay on your cases." Grissom said
There was silence on the other line
"Warrick, are you still there?" asked Grissom, knowing perfectly well he was
"Uh yeah, Grissom, Catherine told me to-"
"Catherine isn't the boss around here Warrick, she doesn't call the shots." Grissom said
"Yeah, but she threatened me with bodily harm if I let you go interview Mrs. Jackson." Warrick protested
"Yeah, well I'll go to the hospital to get your cast signed after she beats you, but I'm still going." Grissom said
"But Grissom-!" Warrick began to say
But there was only the hiss of the open line. Grissom had hung up.