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It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 6
Before Grissom could say another word, his pager went off. Reading the message quickly, he sighed. "Brass found another dead body in the same area. I'm heading there."
Warrick grimaced and prayed that Grissom won't ask him to accompany him to the crime scene. He knew that Grissom would be taking him or Catherine to the crime scene. Looking at Catherine, he could see that even if she and Grissom had made up, she also wasn't keen on going back.
"What's missing this time?" Catherine asked.
"Brass didn't say," Grissom said. He looked at Warrick, then at Catherine, then at Nick. "Nick, you're coming with me," he said, surprising everybody. "And you too, Cath."
Warrick heaved a sigh of relief. Grissom turned to him and asked, "Did you find anything relevant in the victims' clothing?"
Warrick shook his head. "A pack of cigarettes, a used table napkin from one of the hotels, and a pack of . " he suddenly stopped. "Wait. I found the napkin in victim number one's pocket, and the matches on victim number two. They're both from the same hotel."
"Good," Grissom said. "You follow that up."
As the team filed out of the break room, Sara sighed. It's back to the desk for her. She stood up and tried to walk without her cane, and was pleasantly surprised not to feel any pain shooting up her leg when she used her bad foot. Just a few more nights, she said to herself as she slowly walked out of the break room, carrying her cane. Just a few more nights of paperwork hell.
"Room 805 please," Wren Grissom asked for her key at the hotel desk. The woman behind the counter obligingly handed it to her with a smile. Wren smiled back and thanked her.
"Wren? Wren Grissom?"
At the sound of her name, Wren turned around. "Jessie!" she cried recognizing the dark haired woman standing a couple of paces away.
Jessie smiled at her. "Long time no see, Wren."
"It's been too long," Wren agreed. Jessie and Wren had been neighbors for as long as Wren can remember. They have been the best of friends but somehow, their closeness slowly waned when Jessie left Paris for the United States for college.
"Do you have time for a cup of coffee or something?" Jessie asked.
Wren nodded. Soon both ladies were at the hotel coffee shop, with steaming cups of coffee in front of them. "So, what brings you to this side of the world?" Jessie asked.
"My dad," Wren said. "He works here."
"And what brings you to your dad?" Jessie inquired. She knew all about Wren's family situation, and in the past, Wren had made it clear that she thought both of her parents were failures.
"Well, I just realized that he wasn't getting any younger, and that it's about time I forgive him and we try to have a real father-daughter relationship," Wren said, sipping her coffee. She intently waited for Jessie's reaction.
"That's good, Wren," Jessie nodded. "But really, you're not fooling me with that crap. Why'd you come here?"
Wren laughed. "You know me too well," she complained good-naturedly. "I invited Dad to my wedding."
Jessie paused, her coffee cup half way up. She put it back down. "You're what?"
Wren proudly presented her hand to her friend, a solitaire diamond ring on her ring finger. "I'm not kidding this time, Jessie."
"Oh wow," Jessie whispered. Then her face broke into a smile. "I'm so happy for you!"
"Thanks," Wren smiled back. "You're invited, too, you know."
"No offense, Wren, but I've totally ditched this wedding thing," Jessie said seriously. "I've sort of made a promise that I won't attend any weddings, and won't have one of my own."
"Why?"
"Oh, I belong to this group where women empowerment is a big issue," Jessie said. "It's actually a sisterhood, and one of our beliefs is that a woman should not be tied to any man to become a baby machine and a nanny."
"Okay," Wren replied. Jessie had always been involved with these kinds of stuff, and it didn't surprise Wren at all. "Since when were you a part of this, uh, sisterhood?"
"Almost five years now," Jessie said proudly. "In fact, we're here in Vegas for our annual convention." Her eyes then lit up. "Hey, I know, why don't you come to our convention? I promise we won't persuade you to call off your wedding, but I think it's good that you have to hear our stand."
"I don't know, Jes," Wren said uncertainly. "Isn't that sort of thing exclusive for group members?"
"Oh no," Jessie shook her head. "We try to reach out to as many women as we can. Come on, Wren. The meeting's tomorrow night."
"I'll think about it," Wren replied. "But I can't promise you I'll come."
"I understand," Jessie said. "But I'll include you in the guest list anyway, in case you do decide to come." She sipped her coffee. "So - tell me about this guy you're about to get hitched with."
Wren smiled and began telling her friend about Robbie. Several more cups of coffee later, the friends finally decided to call it a night. As she prepared for bed, Wren realized how good it was to see and be with Jessie again. She knew she missed Jessie, but she had forgotten how great it was to spend time with her. Reaching out for her cell phone, she keyed in a text message to her friend:
Jes, wil be at your mtg tom.
Wren entered Jessie's number and settled back on her pillow. Message sent.
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 6
Before Grissom could say another word, his pager went off. Reading the message quickly, he sighed. "Brass found another dead body in the same area. I'm heading there."
Warrick grimaced and prayed that Grissom won't ask him to accompany him to the crime scene. He knew that Grissom would be taking him or Catherine to the crime scene. Looking at Catherine, he could see that even if she and Grissom had made up, she also wasn't keen on going back.
"What's missing this time?" Catherine asked.
"Brass didn't say," Grissom said. He looked at Warrick, then at Catherine, then at Nick. "Nick, you're coming with me," he said, surprising everybody. "And you too, Cath."
Warrick heaved a sigh of relief. Grissom turned to him and asked, "Did you find anything relevant in the victims' clothing?"
Warrick shook his head. "A pack of cigarettes, a used table napkin from one of the hotels, and a pack of . " he suddenly stopped. "Wait. I found the napkin in victim number one's pocket, and the matches on victim number two. They're both from the same hotel."
"Good," Grissom said. "You follow that up."
As the team filed out of the break room, Sara sighed. It's back to the desk for her. She stood up and tried to walk without her cane, and was pleasantly surprised not to feel any pain shooting up her leg when she used her bad foot. Just a few more nights, she said to herself as she slowly walked out of the break room, carrying her cane. Just a few more nights of paperwork hell.
"Room 805 please," Wren Grissom asked for her key at the hotel desk. The woman behind the counter obligingly handed it to her with a smile. Wren smiled back and thanked her.
"Wren? Wren Grissom?"
At the sound of her name, Wren turned around. "Jessie!" she cried recognizing the dark haired woman standing a couple of paces away.
Jessie smiled at her. "Long time no see, Wren."
"It's been too long," Wren agreed. Jessie and Wren had been neighbors for as long as Wren can remember. They have been the best of friends but somehow, their closeness slowly waned when Jessie left Paris for the United States for college.
"Do you have time for a cup of coffee or something?" Jessie asked.
Wren nodded. Soon both ladies were at the hotel coffee shop, with steaming cups of coffee in front of them. "So, what brings you to this side of the world?" Jessie asked.
"My dad," Wren said. "He works here."
"And what brings you to your dad?" Jessie inquired. She knew all about Wren's family situation, and in the past, Wren had made it clear that she thought both of her parents were failures.
"Well, I just realized that he wasn't getting any younger, and that it's about time I forgive him and we try to have a real father-daughter relationship," Wren said, sipping her coffee. She intently waited for Jessie's reaction.
"That's good, Wren," Jessie nodded. "But really, you're not fooling me with that crap. Why'd you come here?"
Wren laughed. "You know me too well," she complained good-naturedly. "I invited Dad to my wedding."
Jessie paused, her coffee cup half way up. She put it back down. "You're what?"
Wren proudly presented her hand to her friend, a solitaire diamond ring on her ring finger. "I'm not kidding this time, Jessie."
"Oh wow," Jessie whispered. Then her face broke into a smile. "I'm so happy for you!"
"Thanks," Wren smiled back. "You're invited, too, you know."
"No offense, Wren, but I've totally ditched this wedding thing," Jessie said seriously. "I've sort of made a promise that I won't attend any weddings, and won't have one of my own."
"Why?"
"Oh, I belong to this group where women empowerment is a big issue," Jessie said. "It's actually a sisterhood, and one of our beliefs is that a woman should not be tied to any man to become a baby machine and a nanny."
"Okay," Wren replied. Jessie had always been involved with these kinds of stuff, and it didn't surprise Wren at all. "Since when were you a part of this, uh, sisterhood?"
"Almost five years now," Jessie said proudly. "In fact, we're here in Vegas for our annual convention." Her eyes then lit up. "Hey, I know, why don't you come to our convention? I promise we won't persuade you to call off your wedding, but I think it's good that you have to hear our stand."
"I don't know, Jes," Wren said uncertainly. "Isn't that sort of thing exclusive for group members?"
"Oh no," Jessie shook her head. "We try to reach out to as many women as we can. Come on, Wren. The meeting's tomorrow night."
"I'll think about it," Wren replied. "But I can't promise you I'll come."
"I understand," Jessie said. "But I'll include you in the guest list anyway, in case you do decide to come." She sipped her coffee. "So - tell me about this guy you're about to get hitched with."
Wren smiled and began telling her friend about Robbie. Several more cups of coffee later, the friends finally decided to call it a night. As she prepared for bed, Wren realized how good it was to see and be with Jessie again. She knew she missed Jessie, but she had forgotten how great it was to spend time with her. Reaching out for her cell phone, she keyed in a text message to her friend:
Jes, wil be at your mtg tom.
Wren entered Jessie's number and settled back on her pillow. Message sent.