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It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 4
Warrick and Catherine drove to the crime scene in silence, each lost to his or her own thoughts. Catherine was trying her best to calm the rising panic in her; she knew she had to give Grissom the benefit of a doubt. Nevertheless, she couldn't think of any reason why he would keep someone as important as Wren a secret from someone he loves. Catherine couldn't help but feel betrayed; who knows what else Grissom has kept from her?
Warrick meanwhile, focused on the road and tried to keep the image of the previous crime scene off his mind. That thing back in the break room with Wren and Catherine, it provided him with a welcomed diversion from what he and Grissom had just saw. Hell, he didn't want trouble for Catherine and Grissom, but back then, he was just grateful that they managed to distract him from the case.
"This must be it," Warrick commented as they approached a horde of police cars. It was the first words any of them had spoken since they left the crime lab.
Catherine just nodded. She took several deep breaths and psyched herself for the task at hand. She knew she couldn't afford to be distracted now; every victim deserved the investigator's uncompromised attention and alertness.
Warrick parked next to a police car and soon they were walking towards the police line. Jim Brass was waiting for them.
"Evening, Catherine, Warrick," Brass said. "Is Grissom with you?"
"No, something came up at the lab," Catherine replied. Warrick hinted a bit of bitterness in her voice. He looked at her with concern, but Catherine had turned to Brass. "What have we here?" she asked.
"Dead body in a state kind of similar to what Grissom and Warrick examined earlier," Brass said. He looked at Warrick. "Good thing you came along."
"Yeah," Warrick said through clenched teeth. Just great.
"Well, take us to him," Catherine said.
"Her," Brass corrected, leading them. "I must warn you, Catherine, this isn't a pretty one."
Catherine nodded. I could use the diversion, she thought. But when she saw the body, she quickly wished she hadn't been so hasty in thinking that.
"This one's slightly better than the other body," Brass said, standing a couple of feet away.
Warrick had to agree. The head and face were not touched, but her chest had been crudely ripped open. He knew that the killer had taken one or several vital organs. Looking at Catherine, he raised an eyebrow.
"I'll process it," she said, putting on a pair of Latex gloves. "Your other DB also had her chest ripped open?"
"No," Warrick shook his head. He got his camera out. "Eyes, ears and tongue were missing in that one. My guess is this one's missing a heart."
They spent the next few minutes working methodically in silence. When they were satisfied that all evidences were collected, Catherine allowed the coroner to take the body away.
"Well?" Brass asked as they approached him.
"Warrick's right, the heart was missing," Catherine reported. "And taken very roughly. I'm no surgeon, but all those broken tissue and torn skin gave me the impression that the killer reached in and grabbed her heart."
"Looks like we have a Frankenstein on the loose," Warrick commented.
"A Frankenstein?" Brass asked.
"Assuming this is connected to the other case, our man seems to be on an organ harvesting spree," Warrick remarked. "Sort of what Frankenstein did when he made his monster."
"Except that this guy took his parts from live people," Catherine interjected. She handed Brass the victim's IDs.
Brass nodded and pocketed them. "I'll contact you when I have more information."
Catherine and Warrick headed back to their vehicle. "Grissom thought we had a copy cat earlier," Warrick said as he got behind the wheel. "You familiar with the Barney Jones case?"
Catherine nodded. "But if these were related, this isn't Barney Jones' style. He never took any organ other than eyes, ears and tongue."
"I'd better start processing once we get back," Warrick said.
"Shift's almost over," Catherine pointed out. "You doing a double?"
"Might as well," Warrick nodded. "I want to put in as much time as I could so Grissom will let me take some time off around Christmas day."
"Oh, right, Christmas," Catherine said. "We were going to take Lindsey to Disneyworld on Christmas."
"Were?"
"I don't know now," Catherine sighed. "With Wren around, I'm not sure if Gil's still up for it."
Warrick reached out and squeezed Catherine's hand. "I'm sure he has a good explanation for that."
"He'd better have," Catherine said quietly. "He'd better."
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 4
Warrick and Catherine drove to the crime scene in silence, each lost to his or her own thoughts. Catherine was trying her best to calm the rising panic in her; she knew she had to give Grissom the benefit of a doubt. Nevertheless, she couldn't think of any reason why he would keep someone as important as Wren a secret from someone he loves. Catherine couldn't help but feel betrayed; who knows what else Grissom has kept from her?
Warrick meanwhile, focused on the road and tried to keep the image of the previous crime scene off his mind. That thing back in the break room with Wren and Catherine, it provided him with a welcomed diversion from what he and Grissom had just saw. Hell, he didn't want trouble for Catherine and Grissom, but back then, he was just grateful that they managed to distract him from the case.
"This must be it," Warrick commented as they approached a horde of police cars. It was the first words any of them had spoken since they left the crime lab.
Catherine just nodded. She took several deep breaths and psyched herself for the task at hand. She knew she couldn't afford to be distracted now; every victim deserved the investigator's uncompromised attention and alertness.
Warrick parked next to a police car and soon they were walking towards the police line. Jim Brass was waiting for them.
"Evening, Catherine, Warrick," Brass said. "Is Grissom with you?"
"No, something came up at the lab," Catherine replied. Warrick hinted a bit of bitterness in her voice. He looked at her with concern, but Catherine had turned to Brass. "What have we here?" she asked.
"Dead body in a state kind of similar to what Grissom and Warrick examined earlier," Brass said. He looked at Warrick. "Good thing you came along."
"Yeah," Warrick said through clenched teeth. Just great.
"Well, take us to him," Catherine said.
"Her," Brass corrected, leading them. "I must warn you, Catherine, this isn't a pretty one."
Catherine nodded. I could use the diversion, she thought. But when she saw the body, she quickly wished she hadn't been so hasty in thinking that.
"This one's slightly better than the other body," Brass said, standing a couple of feet away.
Warrick had to agree. The head and face were not touched, but her chest had been crudely ripped open. He knew that the killer had taken one or several vital organs. Looking at Catherine, he raised an eyebrow.
"I'll process it," she said, putting on a pair of Latex gloves. "Your other DB also had her chest ripped open?"
"No," Warrick shook his head. He got his camera out. "Eyes, ears and tongue were missing in that one. My guess is this one's missing a heart."
They spent the next few minutes working methodically in silence. When they were satisfied that all evidences were collected, Catherine allowed the coroner to take the body away.
"Well?" Brass asked as they approached him.
"Warrick's right, the heart was missing," Catherine reported. "And taken very roughly. I'm no surgeon, but all those broken tissue and torn skin gave me the impression that the killer reached in and grabbed her heart."
"Looks like we have a Frankenstein on the loose," Warrick commented.
"A Frankenstein?" Brass asked.
"Assuming this is connected to the other case, our man seems to be on an organ harvesting spree," Warrick remarked. "Sort of what Frankenstein did when he made his monster."
"Except that this guy took his parts from live people," Catherine interjected. She handed Brass the victim's IDs.
Brass nodded and pocketed them. "I'll contact you when I have more information."
Catherine and Warrick headed back to their vehicle. "Grissom thought we had a copy cat earlier," Warrick said as he got behind the wheel. "You familiar with the Barney Jones case?"
Catherine nodded. "But if these were related, this isn't Barney Jones' style. He never took any organ other than eyes, ears and tongue."
"I'd better start processing once we get back," Warrick said.
"Shift's almost over," Catherine pointed out. "You doing a double?"
"Might as well," Warrick nodded. "I want to put in as much time as I could so Grissom will let me take some time off around Christmas day."
"Oh, right, Christmas," Catherine said. "We were going to take Lindsey to Disneyworld on Christmas."
"Were?"
"I don't know now," Catherine sighed. "With Wren around, I'm not sure if Gil's still up for it."
Warrick reached out and squeezed Catherine's hand. "I'm sure he has a good explanation for that."
"He'd better have," Catherine said quietly. "He'd better."