~Waiting in the airports..waiting for my air miles.waiting in slow
motion.coming through the turnstiles.
One Week Later:
Going to California was definitely not how Catherine had planned to spend one of her few days off. Christmas was rapidly approaching, but luckily she had finished her shopping a month ago and all that was left was the wrapping. Sitting in the airport, Catherine recalled the events of the last few days that had influenced this trip.
She had been sitting in Grissom's office, trying desperately to concentrate on some paperwork, when a small piece of paper had caught her eye. It was a post-it barely clinging to the edge of the desk.
"How long have you been here?" Catherine mumbled, as she moved the throw the piece of paper into the trash can. She paused to read what had been scribbled on it, figuring that she may as well make she wasn't throwing anything important away.
"You know what the most interesting thing about DNA is?" Greg asked Nick and Sara as they waited for a print-out in his lab.
"Oh do tell," Sara replied, bored out of her mind.
However before Greg could finish, Catherine ran into the lab handing a photocopied page to each of them. "Are you all busy right now?"
"Well not right this second," Nick replied glancing at the paper he'd just been handed. "What've you got?"
"You tell me," Catherine replied, looking hopeful.
"Well it's something scribbled on a piece of paper," Sara said, studying her copy. "The name of something, although I can't quite tell what."
"Well I'm going to ask Warrick and Brass, maybe even Ecklie," Catherine said rushing out of the lab.
"Is she okay?" Sara asked softly staring at the spot where Catherine had just been standing.
"That's what I'm about to find out," Nick said, brushing past Sara. "Hey Cath!"
"Yeah Nick," Catherine replied turning.
"So, uhm, what's the deal with this?" You trying to test us or something?" He flashed her a smile.
"It's nothing really," Catherine sighed, leaning against the wall. "Just a stupid piece of paper with the name of something or someplace scribbled on it."
"Is this where you think he is?" Nick asked, getting straight to the point. Catherine's sad smile was the confirmation he needed. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he said, "Then it'll be top priority after this case."
The loudspeaker announced last boarding call for Flight 814 to San Diego as Catherine stepped onto the small plane. Once she was seated, she took a folded piece of paper out of her pocket baring the name and address of the Floyd Clinic in San Diego, hearing clinic situated conveniently close to the residence of one Patricia Grissom, mother of Gil Grissom.
One Week Later:
Going to California was definitely not how Catherine had planned to spend one of her few days off. Christmas was rapidly approaching, but luckily she had finished her shopping a month ago and all that was left was the wrapping. Sitting in the airport, Catherine recalled the events of the last few days that had influenced this trip.
She had been sitting in Grissom's office, trying desperately to concentrate on some paperwork, when a small piece of paper had caught her eye. It was a post-it barely clinging to the edge of the desk.
"How long have you been here?" Catherine mumbled, as she moved the throw the piece of paper into the trash can. She paused to read what had been scribbled on it, figuring that she may as well make she wasn't throwing anything important away.
"You know what the most interesting thing about DNA is?" Greg asked Nick and Sara as they waited for a print-out in his lab.
"Oh do tell," Sara replied, bored out of her mind.
However before Greg could finish, Catherine ran into the lab handing a photocopied page to each of them. "Are you all busy right now?"
"Well not right this second," Nick replied glancing at the paper he'd just been handed. "What've you got?"
"You tell me," Catherine replied, looking hopeful.
"Well it's something scribbled on a piece of paper," Sara said, studying her copy. "The name of something, although I can't quite tell what."
"Well I'm going to ask Warrick and Brass, maybe even Ecklie," Catherine said rushing out of the lab.
"Is she okay?" Sara asked softly staring at the spot where Catherine had just been standing.
"That's what I'm about to find out," Nick said, brushing past Sara. "Hey Cath!"
"Yeah Nick," Catherine replied turning.
"So, uhm, what's the deal with this?" You trying to test us or something?" He flashed her a smile.
"It's nothing really," Catherine sighed, leaning against the wall. "Just a stupid piece of paper with the name of something or someplace scribbled on it."
"Is this where you think he is?" Nick asked, getting straight to the point. Catherine's sad smile was the confirmation he needed. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he said, "Then it'll be top priority after this case."
The loudspeaker announced last boarding call for Flight 814 to San Diego as Catherine stepped onto the small plane. Once she was seated, she took a folded piece of paper out of her pocket baring the name and address of the Floyd Clinic in San Diego, hearing clinic situated conveniently close to the residence of one Patricia Grissom, mother of Gil Grissom.