Chapter 9
"Hey Gris, think anyone would mind if we flew back to Vegas for some food? I'm starving.." Catherine was talking and brushing her hair as she walked from the bathroom. Setting the brush on the desk and looking around, she noticed that he was nowhere in sight. ~Where is he?~ A thumping at the door made her jump and take a step backwards. Tip-toeing towards the door, she stretched up and cautiously looked through the peep- hole. When she saw Grissom's face, she let out the deep breath that she had been holding and opened the door. "What are you doing?"
He gestured to the tray in his hands and tried to speak, despite the hinderance of the newspaper that he had clinched between his teeth. "Food," he finally managed to mumble. She swiftly removed the tray from his hands and placed it down on the bed. Before he had completely entered the room, she had already began to devour a blueberry muffin. He laughed at the sight of her and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Hungry?"
"Famished. Are you a mind reader?"
"I try." He grinned and watched in amusement as she abandoned the muffin and moved onto a strawberry. She rolled her eyes back in pleasure and released a satisfied groan as the fruit's juice splashed into her mouth. For a moment, he wondered if he audibly groaned with her while watching her seduce the fruit with her lips. He was, actually, almost positive that he had..
Without speaking, Catherine slid an apple in his direction. He gladly picked it up and walked over to grab the newspaper off of the desk, before settling back onto the bed. Snatching the section that he wasn't reading off of his lap, Catherine leaned back beside him and began to skim through the local news.
After a few moments in silence, she elbowed him and pointed to headline that she had found. Curious by her actions, he leaned into her to read what she had found.
SHERIFF-ELECT STEVENS TO HOLD PARTY IN TOWN'S HONOR.
"Sheriff-elect?" He repeated it to himself and looked into her eyes, finding the frightened excitement that he was sure mirrored his own.
"Motive?" She whispered it as a question, but knew that it was the key that they had been looking for.
"Damn. Sure sounds like it. He wasn't re-elected--he's angry. Something's just not right, though. If these murders remain unsolved while he's still in charge, doesn't that, in effect, prove that the voters were right..that he's not fit for the office? Kind of defeats the whole purpose- -not that those killings could have ever serve a purpose. But, one cannot always surmise the goings on inside of the criminal mind... We're close, Cath. I can feel it. We're headed in the right direction--we just need to figure out how he could imagine killing innocent people could further him along."
"I know." She sighed and pointed to the picture of the future sheriff. "If anyone, why wouldn't he go after the person who pushed him out of office?"
Grissom contemplated Catherine's question before responding cryptically with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe he did.." She could see the sparkle that lit up in his blue eyes. He had something--that was the look that appeared everytime he got close.
"What? Gris--" Before she could finish her thought, he had hopped up from the bed and rushed towards the door.
Clutching the doorknob, he paused and turned towards her. "You coming?"
"Yeah." Catherine rose to her feet and pulled her purse off of the desk. "But, where are we going?"
"To investigate.."
TBC.. O.K., I know that was REALLY short, but I wanted to post something and I thought that that was a good stopping place for the time being. I should post more on Thursday. Thanks again for the reviews--they keep me fueled, guys! And I finally got some plot action going! ; ) But, don't fret--G/C are not forgotten! Not by any means!
"Hey Gris, think anyone would mind if we flew back to Vegas for some food? I'm starving.." Catherine was talking and brushing her hair as she walked from the bathroom. Setting the brush on the desk and looking around, she noticed that he was nowhere in sight. ~Where is he?~ A thumping at the door made her jump and take a step backwards. Tip-toeing towards the door, she stretched up and cautiously looked through the peep- hole. When she saw Grissom's face, she let out the deep breath that she had been holding and opened the door. "What are you doing?"
He gestured to the tray in his hands and tried to speak, despite the hinderance of the newspaper that he had clinched between his teeth. "Food," he finally managed to mumble. She swiftly removed the tray from his hands and placed it down on the bed. Before he had completely entered the room, she had already began to devour a blueberry muffin. He laughed at the sight of her and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Hungry?"
"Famished. Are you a mind reader?"
"I try." He grinned and watched in amusement as she abandoned the muffin and moved onto a strawberry. She rolled her eyes back in pleasure and released a satisfied groan as the fruit's juice splashed into her mouth. For a moment, he wondered if he audibly groaned with her while watching her seduce the fruit with her lips. He was, actually, almost positive that he had..
Without speaking, Catherine slid an apple in his direction. He gladly picked it up and walked over to grab the newspaper off of the desk, before settling back onto the bed. Snatching the section that he wasn't reading off of his lap, Catherine leaned back beside him and began to skim through the local news.
After a few moments in silence, she elbowed him and pointed to headline that she had found. Curious by her actions, he leaned into her to read what she had found.
SHERIFF-ELECT STEVENS TO HOLD PARTY IN TOWN'S HONOR.
"Sheriff-elect?" He repeated it to himself and looked into her eyes, finding the frightened excitement that he was sure mirrored his own.
"Motive?" She whispered it as a question, but knew that it was the key that they had been looking for.
"Damn. Sure sounds like it. He wasn't re-elected--he's angry. Something's just not right, though. If these murders remain unsolved while he's still in charge, doesn't that, in effect, prove that the voters were right..that he's not fit for the office? Kind of defeats the whole purpose- -not that those killings could have ever serve a purpose. But, one cannot always surmise the goings on inside of the criminal mind... We're close, Cath. I can feel it. We're headed in the right direction--we just need to figure out how he could imagine killing innocent people could further him along."
"I know." She sighed and pointed to the picture of the future sheriff. "If anyone, why wouldn't he go after the person who pushed him out of office?"
Grissom contemplated Catherine's question before responding cryptically with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe he did.." She could see the sparkle that lit up in his blue eyes. He had something--that was the look that appeared everytime he got close.
"What? Gris--" Before she could finish her thought, he had hopped up from the bed and rushed towards the door.
Clutching the doorknob, he paused and turned towards her. "You coming?"
"Yeah." Catherine rose to her feet and pulled her purse off of the desk. "But, where are we going?"
"To investigate.."
TBC.. O.K., I know that was REALLY short, but I wanted to post something and I thought that that was a good stopping place for the time being. I should post more on Thursday. Thanks again for the reviews--they keep me fueled, guys! And I finally got some plot action going! ; ) But, don't fret--G/C are not forgotten! Not by any means!