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'revelation', it's always great to hear that people appreciate your ideas.
Anyway this chapter is going to be another heavy one for emotions and maybe
a few arguments along the way. chapter 7.
"Oh sh."
"What?"
"Grissom's watching us."
"What?!"
He honestly hadn't wanted to interrupt them, there had just been a breakthrough in the lab and it was important that Nick and Sara had all the details. Greg had said he'd seen them walking out the building, he'd thought if he was quick enough he'd catch them before they drove off. Sure enough he found them, huddled up close to each other in the front of Sara's SUV. HE didn't jump to the conclusion that most would have. But he knew for certain now that Nick knew something he didn't. Just the pure look of shock and that look of when you've been caught doing something you're not meant to. He could see Sara was crying, it meant that whatever the problem was, it was very serious.
Sara immediately jumped out of the SUV, trying to justify her actions, to stop Grissom from getting upset. But she already knew it was too late. "Grissom. What are you doing down here?"
"I could ask you the same question but some of us are too busy to take breaks."
"Don't be like that Gris."
"Like What? I'm not being anything. just your boss. Now if you two could stop fraternising and get up to the lab then we can start putting this investigation together, or is that too much to ask?"
Grissom was mad. Nick could see that plain as day but it wasn't his fault and he knew that. Grissom just needed to deal with the fact that Sara confided in him because she loved Grissom too much to worry him. Although if Nick was in Gris's shoes he'd probably feel the same.
Still Nick walked quickly back to the lab, he didn't need to be caught in the crossfire of Sara and Grissom; there was a case to solve and solve it they would.
Warrick was glad he wasn't in the office. It was a beautiful. he took a quick look at his watch. It was indeed a beautiful morning. The sun was glinting softly on the barren, desert-like surroundings that he drove through but no matter how much the sun shone right now, it just couldn't lift the horrible churning feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. Ok so him and Catherine weren't out but he knew about Catherine now, he knew her better than Gris did and that was quite some achievement. He just needed to find Catherine and check she was alright.
Warrick had driven around 3 different cemeteries in the matter of half an hour and finally he got to the stage of giving up and going home, that was until he saw a familiar SUV parked next to a small church.
"Bingo." He pulled his own SUV over next to Catherine's and ventured out quickly into the old church grounds. The church itself was old, almost derelict but it had and old Victorian feel to it. The grounds were even more decrepit than the building and years of not being looked after had left weeds and wild flowers sprouting up over graves and tombstones. Her strawberry blond hair was easy to pick out through the flowers. It shone and waved lightly in the small breeze that had filled the air.
He walked over trying to be as silent as possible, even hushing his breathing so not to disturb Catherine. She was talking he could hear the faint tones of her soothing voice. At first he wondered who she was talking to, but then it clicked. Her mom.
He walked closer and closer, unsure of what else to do. Eventually he could hear what she was saying.
"I'm so sorry mom, I know that I disappointed you. I know you wanted me to go to college and become a lawyer; well I am in the law business just not where you wanted me to be. I want you back so badly mom, I miss days when I can't pick up the phone and call you and tell you I was coming home from school, I miss your smile, I miss the way you made everything feel good, the way you made me accept myself for who I am. Well, I bet it hasn't escaped your notice up there that I've got Lindsay now and don't worry I won't let her grow up anything like I did. I'll even dress her up and take her to church on a Sunday," she paused. Warrick could hear how upset she was and how she was fighting hard to keep composure in her voice, but she was failing miserably. Warrick couldn't move he was rooted to the spot, he just felt so helpless.
"And I know what you'd probably say about Eddie, how I should've tried to make it work and I promise you mom I tried so hard. I just didn't want to be his punch bag any longer do you understand that? I'm so sorry that I was mad with you that day, I knew you were ill, I just wanted to feel like a normal teenager you know? I'm sorry I was never there for you when you needed me, there were so many things I wanted to tell you like how you were a great mom and how I couldn't stand Jimmy. I bet you know what happened with him too don't you? I know I'm kind of spouting everything out here mom it's just I've got no other way of talking to you. I remember when I was little I cried myself to sleep because I realised there'd be a day when you wouldn't be there for me. I wish with all my heart it hadn't come so soon though. I miss you so much mom, I just miss you." Catherine broke down, the tears rolling down her face, and Warrick too felt like crying. He realised how lucky he was to have a mom when there were people in the world like Catherine who lost theirs so early on in life.
Catherine's hands bowed down into her hands and Warrick finally moved forward so he could comfort the blond in front of him. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she registered the touch immediately with a jump and gave him a reception he wasn't quite expecting.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I came to find you. I thought you might want to."
"Want to what? Hey Warrick come on tell me. what exactly would I want?"
"Catherine don't be like this,"
"Be like what? I'm not the one who's spying on you! How long have you been listening for?"
"Catherine calm down, I've only been here for a couple of minutes."
"Long enough, well thanks but no thanks, I really don't like people who eavesdrop."
"Oh come on, I'm here to help you!"
"Don't even think about it Warrick! I told you my past because I trusted you. I thought you might let me work through it on my own but no. You just had to poke your nose in didn't you! Why couldn't you just leave me alone? Do you think I care about you?"
That had hurt Warrick badly, but he didn't let it show. She was mad, hysterical; maybe just maybe she didn't mean what she was saying. "Catherine I'm here to help you, I wasn't forcing you into anything I was just worried."
"Don't patronise me Warrick, I can tell you've judged me already, you don't even know me like you think you do to judge me, just go away." she paused and then added spitefully, "Better still I'll go."
"Well where are you going?"
"Is that any of your business?"
Warrick couldn't answer; this wasn't Catherine, no way no how. It was so strange to see her mad like this.
Seeing Warrick had no reply, she looked at him and said, "I didn't think it was. Now if you'll excuse me."
She turned around and walked quickly back to her SUV and she brought the car to life with just as much speed. Warrick ran to his own SUV and started the engine and sped off after Catherine. Maybe if she calmed down, she'd stop and they'd talk. Or maybe not. She was going pretty fast, too fast in fact. She was starting to swerve and the clouds of sand and dust clouded Warrick's windscreen. Warrick remembered this road he'd been on earlier, and he remembered the very tough bend that was coming up. At this speed Catherine's SUV would topple over. He had to do something. It was what the something would be that puzzled him.
Instinct and maybe adrenaline just took over him. He increased his own speed and soon he was level with Catherine's SUV, he pushed the gas pedal even further and soon he'd overtaken her. He manoeuvred his SUV right in front of Catherine's and ignored the incessant beeps of annoyance from behind him. Just before the corner he slammed down the brakes and his SUV twisted to a hard right. Catherine slammed on her own brakes and stopped just in time to see Warrick's SUV tip over right in front of her.
Her eyes were fixed on the overturned car in front of her. It had come to rest on its side and the headlights flickered slightly causing shadows to disappear and reappear in abundance. Her hands gripped hard onto the steering wheel and her breathing became harsh and laboured. She stepped out of the car and rushed round to the drivers' side of the SUV, scared of what she might find.
Warrick's eyes were closed and his head bloodied. His seatbelt restricted him back into his seat, and Catherine hoped that this had maintained some form of damage limitation. She reached for her cell phone and dialled 911, her fingers shaking, her whole body trembling.
"Emergency, what service do you require?"
"Ambulance,"
"Where am I sending the ambulance?"
"Just about 10 minutes outside Vegas, We're on the dirt track just before the really bad turn to get back onto the freeway. Please hurry."
"They'll be on their way ASAP, have you checked for a pulse?"
"No," With that Catherine holding the phone in one hand pushed her fingers to Warrick's bloody neck and prayed so hard for a pulse. And she found a very weak beat drum through her fingers. "He's got a pulse, it's very weak but it's there."
"Is he conscious?"
"No,"
"Well, until the ambulance gets there try to make him conscious again. If he comes around keep him talking. If he doesn't keep him warm and try to put pressure on any wounds that he may have."
"Thank you,"
"The ambulance will be with you shortly. Good luck."
"Bye," Catherine hung up and let the cell drop to the floor. She started tapping Warrick's face lightly, hoping he'd respond to the gentle touch but he didn't so she tried tapping him harder. She opened his eyes to see if he'd respond to some form of light. "Please Warrick. I'm begging you come on wake up,"
She carried on tapping, shouting, pinching anything that she could think of to try and wake him up, but nothing was working. She fell to her knees from the crouching position she had been in previously, and reached further into the car. She rested her head against his strong masculine and well-toned chest and closed her eyes. She was listening to his heartbeat checking he was still with her.
He felt his eyes fluttering open, and the immense pain that rushed through his head. A sharp pain was fluctuating around his body and his mouth was dry. He swallowed softly, and looked around slowly only to see Catherine laying on his chest. Everything flooded back to him about the past few minutes. It took a lot of effort but eventually he managed the words that were dying to get out of him.
"You ok?" Catherine sat bolt upright on the ground next to the SUV. Warrick's eyes were now open, the colossal relief that flooded over her caused her to break down and cry. "Hey don't cry girl,"
She laughed through her tears. Warrick smiled faintly, "That's more like it,"
"Are you ok?"
"Well, I've got a headache the size of Texas, and my ribs kinda hurt but I think I'm going to be alright."
"I'm so sorry Warrick, I didn't mean what I said back at the church. I really didn't. You were only trying to help and I was acting like a ."
Warrick put his finger to her lips and felt a rush of pain shoot through his arm. He shot it back down to his side and said, "Bad idea."
Catherine started to say something but the words were becoming all muddled and she was becoming blurry. In the distance he heard sirens and then ............ nothing.
Hello again! Please review and feedback would be welcome even if it's to say how awful my story is. I really appreciate hearing what you have to say. Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX
"Oh sh."
"What?"
"Grissom's watching us."
"What?!"
He honestly hadn't wanted to interrupt them, there had just been a breakthrough in the lab and it was important that Nick and Sara had all the details. Greg had said he'd seen them walking out the building, he'd thought if he was quick enough he'd catch them before they drove off. Sure enough he found them, huddled up close to each other in the front of Sara's SUV. HE didn't jump to the conclusion that most would have. But he knew for certain now that Nick knew something he didn't. Just the pure look of shock and that look of when you've been caught doing something you're not meant to. He could see Sara was crying, it meant that whatever the problem was, it was very serious.
Sara immediately jumped out of the SUV, trying to justify her actions, to stop Grissom from getting upset. But she already knew it was too late. "Grissom. What are you doing down here?"
"I could ask you the same question but some of us are too busy to take breaks."
"Don't be like that Gris."
"Like What? I'm not being anything. just your boss. Now if you two could stop fraternising and get up to the lab then we can start putting this investigation together, or is that too much to ask?"
Grissom was mad. Nick could see that plain as day but it wasn't his fault and he knew that. Grissom just needed to deal with the fact that Sara confided in him because she loved Grissom too much to worry him. Although if Nick was in Gris's shoes he'd probably feel the same.
Still Nick walked quickly back to the lab, he didn't need to be caught in the crossfire of Sara and Grissom; there was a case to solve and solve it they would.
Warrick was glad he wasn't in the office. It was a beautiful. he took a quick look at his watch. It was indeed a beautiful morning. The sun was glinting softly on the barren, desert-like surroundings that he drove through but no matter how much the sun shone right now, it just couldn't lift the horrible churning feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. Ok so him and Catherine weren't out but he knew about Catherine now, he knew her better than Gris did and that was quite some achievement. He just needed to find Catherine and check she was alright.
Warrick had driven around 3 different cemeteries in the matter of half an hour and finally he got to the stage of giving up and going home, that was until he saw a familiar SUV parked next to a small church.
"Bingo." He pulled his own SUV over next to Catherine's and ventured out quickly into the old church grounds. The church itself was old, almost derelict but it had and old Victorian feel to it. The grounds were even more decrepit than the building and years of not being looked after had left weeds and wild flowers sprouting up over graves and tombstones. Her strawberry blond hair was easy to pick out through the flowers. It shone and waved lightly in the small breeze that had filled the air.
He walked over trying to be as silent as possible, even hushing his breathing so not to disturb Catherine. She was talking he could hear the faint tones of her soothing voice. At first he wondered who she was talking to, but then it clicked. Her mom.
He walked closer and closer, unsure of what else to do. Eventually he could hear what she was saying.
"I'm so sorry mom, I know that I disappointed you. I know you wanted me to go to college and become a lawyer; well I am in the law business just not where you wanted me to be. I want you back so badly mom, I miss days when I can't pick up the phone and call you and tell you I was coming home from school, I miss your smile, I miss the way you made everything feel good, the way you made me accept myself for who I am. Well, I bet it hasn't escaped your notice up there that I've got Lindsay now and don't worry I won't let her grow up anything like I did. I'll even dress her up and take her to church on a Sunday," she paused. Warrick could hear how upset she was and how she was fighting hard to keep composure in her voice, but she was failing miserably. Warrick couldn't move he was rooted to the spot, he just felt so helpless.
"And I know what you'd probably say about Eddie, how I should've tried to make it work and I promise you mom I tried so hard. I just didn't want to be his punch bag any longer do you understand that? I'm so sorry that I was mad with you that day, I knew you were ill, I just wanted to feel like a normal teenager you know? I'm sorry I was never there for you when you needed me, there were so many things I wanted to tell you like how you were a great mom and how I couldn't stand Jimmy. I bet you know what happened with him too don't you? I know I'm kind of spouting everything out here mom it's just I've got no other way of talking to you. I remember when I was little I cried myself to sleep because I realised there'd be a day when you wouldn't be there for me. I wish with all my heart it hadn't come so soon though. I miss you so much mom, I just miss you." Catherine broke down, the tears rolling down her face, and Warrick too felt like crying. He realised how lucky he was to have a mom when there were people in the world like Catherine who lost theirs so early on in life.
Catherine's hands bowed down into her hands and Warrick finally moved forward so he could comfort the blond in front of him. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she registered the touch immediately with a jump and gave him a reception he wasn't quite expecting.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I came to find you. I thought you might want to."
"Want to what? Hey Warrick come on tell me. what exactly would I want?"
"Catherine don't be like this,"
"Be like what? I'm not the one who's spying on you! How long have you been listening for?"
"Catherine calm down, I've only been here for a couple of minutes."
"Long enough, well thanks but no thanks, I really don't like people who eavesdrop."
"Oh come on, I'm here to help you!"
"Don't even think about it Warrick! I told you my past because I trusted you. I thought you might let me work through it on my own but no. You just had to poke your nose in didn't you! Why couldn't you just leave me alone? Do you think I care about you?"
That had hurt Warrick badly, but he didn't let it show. She was mad, hysterical; maybe just maybe she didn't mean what she was saying. "Catherine I'm here to help you, I wasn't forcing you into anything I was just worried."
"Don't patronise me Warrick, I can tell you've judged me already, you don't even know me like you think you do to judge me, just go away." she paused and then added spitefully, "Better still I'll go."
"Well where are you going?"
"Is that any of your business?"
Warrick couldn't answer; this wasn't Catherine, no way no how. It was so strange to see her mad like this.
Seeing Warrick had no reply, she looked at him and said, "I didn't think it was. Now if you'll excuse me."
She turned around and walked quickly back to her SUV and she brought the car to life with just as much speed. Warrick ran to his own SUV and started the engine and sped off after Catherine. Maybe if she calmed down, she'd stop and they'd talk. Or maybe not. She was going pretty fast, too fast in fact. She was starting to swerve and the clouds of sand and dust clouded Warrick's windscreen. Warrick remembered this road he'd been on earlier, and he remembered the very tough bend that was coming up. At this speed Catherine's SUV would topple over. He had to do something. It was what the something would be that puzzled him.
Instinct and maybe adrenaline just took over him. He increased his own speed and soon he was level with Catherine's SUV, he pushed the gas pedal even further and soon he'd overtaken her. He manoeuvred his SUV right in front of Catherine's and ignored the incessant beeps of annoyance from behind him. Just before the corner he slammed down the brakes and his SUV twisted to a hard right. Catherine slammed on her own brakes and stopped just in time to see Warrick's SUV tip over right in front of her.
Her eyes were fixed on the overturned car in front of her. It had come to rest on its side and the headlights flickered slightly causing shadows to disappear and reappear in abundance. Her hands gripped hard onto the steering wheel and her breathing became harsh and laboured. She stepped out of the car and rushed round to the drivers' side of the SUV, scared of what she might find.
Warrick's eyes were closed and his head bloodied. His seatbelt restricted him back into his seat, and Catherine hoped that this had maintained some form of damage limitation. She reached for her cell phone and dialled 911, her fingers shaking, her whole body trembling.
"Emergency, what service do you require?"
"Ambulance,"
"Where am I sending the ambulance?"
"Just about 10 minutes outside Vegas, We're on the dirt track just before the really bad turn to get back onto the freeway. Please hurry."
"They'll be on their way ASAP, have you checked for a pulse?"
"No," With that Catherine holding the phone in one hand pushed her fingers to Warrick's bloody neck and prayed so hard for a pulse. And she found a very weak beat drum through her fingers. "He's got a pulse, it's very weak but it's there."
"Is he conscious?"
"No,"
"Well, until the ambulance gets there try to make him conscious again. If he comes around keep him talking. If he doesn't keep him warm and try to put pressure on any wounds that he may have."
"Thank you,"
"The ambulance will be with you shortly. Good luck."
"Bye," Catherine hung up and let the cell drop to the floor. She started tapping Warrick's face lightly, hoping he'd respond to the gentle touch but he didn't so she tried tapping him harder. She opened his eyes to see if he'd respond to some form of light. "Please Warrick. I'm begging you come on wake up,"
She carried on tapping, shouting, pinching anything that she could think of to try and wake him up, but nothing was working. She fell to her knees from the crouching position she had been in previously, and reached further into the car. She rested her head against his strong masculine and well-toned chest and closed her eyes. She was listening to his heartbeat checking he was still with her.
He felt his eyes fluttering open, and the immense pain that rushed through his head. A sharp pain was fluctuating around his body and his mouth was dry. He swallowed softly, and looked around slowly only to see Catherine laying on his chest. Everything flooded back to him about the past few minutes. It took a lot of effort but eventually he managed the words that were dying to get out of him.
"You ok?" Catherine sat bolt upright on the ground next to the SUV. Warrick's eyes were now open, the colossal relief that flooded over her caused her to break down and cry. "Hey don't cry girl,"
She laughed through her tears. Warrick smiled faintly, "That's more like it,"
"Are you ok?"
"Well, I've got a headache the size of Texas, and my ribs kinda hurt but I think I'm going to be alright."
"I'm so sorry Warrick, I didn't mean what I said back at the church. I really didn't. You were only trying to help and I was acting like a ."
Warrick put his finger to her lips and felt a rush of pain shoot through his arm. He shot it back down to his side and said, "Bad idea."
Catherine started to say something but the words were becoming all muddled and she was becoming blurry. In the distance he heard sirens and then ............ nothing.
Hello again! Please review and feedback would be welcome even if it's to say how awful my story is. I really appreciate hearing what you have to say. Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX