(Sorry these are so short… but as I wrote earlier, school is highly pressing… I get stuff done when I can. Hope you do enjoy this, even though it isn't that long.)
Grissom was okay until they reached the crime scene. Then the realization that the victim was going to be someone he had just talked to only hours before, flooded his consciousness. His features were set, and stony, his eyes hard as he climbed out of the car.
"What's wrong? Catherine asked softly, although she thought she already knew
"That this victim is someone I just talked to awhile ago. She was alive, mourning for her friend, but she was alive… now she's just another dead body." Grissom said, his voice rocky, and uneven
Catherine, knowing him well enough that a response wasn't needed, just nodded
"I have to catch this bastard." Grissom muttered
The bitter, metallic tang of blood hovered in Kayla's Brooks's room. Grissom swallowed hard, but tried to pretend that he hadn't been with this girl earlier. She was another nameless corpse, who's killer needed to be found. He wanted to groan as he spotted the body, huddled in the corner. Her hand were splayed out, as if begging for help that she hadn't received. He sighed, and walked over, kneeling beside the naked body. Like her friend, Natalie Jackson, her skin had turned the chalky whitish-blue of a corpse. Her face, formally pretty, now resembled raw hamburger. Unlike Natalie, this girl had obviously been a victim of someone in a rage. She had been viciously stabbed, and beaten. Grissom's hands fluttered over the body, conducting the proper ministrations. Catherine watched him with something like awe, I couldn't do that, she thought, if someone that I had just talked to was dead, I don't know if I could handle it, especially if it was a young girl like this…
She watched Grissom as he picked up a piece of paper that had been lying next to Kayla, and he scanned it briefly, then shook his head.
"What is it?" Catherine asked, and quickly walked behind him, and read over his shoulder
She shouldn't have told you about the mechanic. Now she's paid the ultimate price… as will you Grissom.
Catherine glanced at Grissom, who's jaw was clenched. "Let's get Brass, and head for that station."
Grissom nodded in agreement, but Catherine could tell that he hadn't really heard her.