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It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 9
The ringing of the phone roused Wren from her sleep. With her sleep-laden eyes, she glanced at her bedside travel clock. 6 am. Who in the world would be calling at this hour?
"Hello?" she groggily answered the phone.
"Wren, you have to tell me the truth," Gil Grissom's stern voice greeted her.
Wren was taken aback by her father's tone. "What are you talking about?"
"Why are you really here, Wren?"
"I told you," Wren replied, fully awake now.
"The truth, Wren," Grissom said darkly.
"I came to invite you to my wedding," Wren replied, still not getting where Grissom was steering the conversation to. She could feel her temper beginning to flare up.
"Don't you play games with me," Grissom said. "I know you're here not just because you wanted to invite me to your wedding. You're up to something again."
"What?!" Wren exclaimed. "Honestly, Dad, I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Okay, let me refresh your memory," Grissom remarked. "What are your plans for tonight?"
"I'm meeting a friend," Wren answered. "Jessie."
"And what will you be doing with this Jessie?"
"None of your damn business!" Wren cried, really angry now. "I'm not a kid anymore, Dad. And besides, since when do you care?"
"Fine Wren," Grissom replied just as angrily. "But don't you go running to me when the police arrest you."
"Arrest me?" Wren laughed bitterly. "I may not have been the perfect daughter, Dad, but I'm not some criminal running away from the police. They wouldn't have a reason to arrest me."
"They will, after I tell Brass about what your organization has been doing."
"My organization? I don't belong to any organization!"
"You don't?" Grissom said doubtfully. "Can you explain why your name's on this list for tonight's annual meeting for-"
"Jessie invited me," Wren cut Grissom.
"Oh God," Grissom whispered, wanting to slam his head into his office wall. "I'm sorry Wren."
"Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to judge me," Wren curtly replied, not bothering to hide the hurt she felt.
"I'm so sorry," Grissom repeated. "I didn't know that the list also contained non-members."
Wren was still quite confused by what Grissom was talking about. Her anger, however, had simmered down to hurt. "I'm Jessie's guest."
"Don't go, Wren," Grissom said. "This group, Jessie's group, are involved in pretty big trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"Murder."
Wren was speechless. Jessie, involved in murder? That doesn't make sense. She had known Jessie forever, and thought Jessie may be reckless and weird sometimes, murder was something Wren knew Jessie wouldn't take a part of.
"Wren? Are you still there, Wren?"
"Jessie's not a murderer, Dad," Wren said quietly. Slowly, it dawned to her why Grissom had been so angry a while ago. The realization hurt her even more. "You actually thought I was involved in this too?"
"Wren, I-" Grissom began. He took a deep breath and tried to organize his thoughts. "I was shocked to find your name on the list. I didn't know it included non-members."
"So you assumed that I'm part of the group and that I played a part in the killings."
"Yes," Grissom admitted, wanting to kick himself. "I'm so sorry. I should've given you a chance to explain first."
"Yeah, you should have," Wren replied, not really wanting to continue the conversation. "You know what, Dad? Maybe you should forget about my wedding. You obviously still don't believe that your daughter has changed. And even if I hadn't changed, I would never have gotten involved with murder. I may have been wild, but murder is something I could never do. And since you obviously thought that I was capable of doing it, I think it's about time we part ways. I didn't think I sank that low in your eyes. And that I probably would never redeem myself."
"Wren," Grissom pleaded. "I'm sorry. Look, we have to talk. But not like this."
"Save it, Dad," Wren said coolly. "Your words and actions have told me how you really felt."
"Wren," Grissom sighed. He knew he should give her some time to cool down. "Okay, if you don't want to talk now, I'll wait. But please promise me you won't go see Jessie tonight."
"Why not?" Wren said. "Jessie's my friend, and I don't think she'd get involved in a group as bad as that group you were talking about."
"Wren, they're not what you think," Grissom said. "They do things that -"
"Bye Dad," Wren said, putting down the phone. She laid back on her bed and thought about what had just happened. He couldn't be right about Jessie, could he? I guess I'd have to find out tonight, she thought.
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 9
The ringing of the phone roused Wren from her sleep. With her sleep-laden eyes, she glanced at her bedside travel clock. 6 am. Who in the world would be calling at this hour?
"Hello?" she groggily answered the phone.
"Wren, you have to tell me the truth," Gil Grissom's stern voice greeted her.
Wren was taken aback by her father's tone. "What are you talking about?"
"Why are you really here, Wren?"
"I told you," Wren replied, fully awake now.
"The truth, Wren," Grissom said darkly.
"I came to invite you to my wedding," Wren replied, still not getting where Grissom was steering the conversation to. She could feel her temper beginning to flare up.
"Don't you play games with me," Grissom said. "I know you're here not just because you wanted to invite me to your wedding. You're up to something again."
"What?!" Wren exclaimed. "Honestly, Dad, I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Okay, let me refresh your memory," Grissom remarked. "What are your plans for tonight?"
"I'm meeting a friend," Wren answered. "Jessie."
"And what will you be doing with this Jessie?"
"None of your damn business!" Wren cried, really angry now. "I'm not a kid anymore, Dad. And besides, since when do you care?"
"Fine Wren," Grissom replied just as angrily. "But don't you go running to me when the police arrest you."
"Arrest me?" Wren laughed bitterly. "I may not have been the perfect daughter, Dad, but I'm not some criminal running away from the police. They wouldn't have a reason to arrest me."
"They will, after I tell Brass about what your organization has been doing."
"My organization? I don't belong to any organization!"
"You don't?" Grissom said doubtfully. "Can you explain why your name's on this list for tonight's annual meeting for-"
"Jessie invited me," Wren cut Grissom.
"Oh God," Grissom whispered, wanting to slam his head into his office wall. "I'm sorry Wren."
"Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to judge me," Wren curtly replied, not bothering to hide the hurt she felt.
"I'm so sorry," Grissom repeated. "I didn't know that the list also contained non-members."
Wren was still quite confused by what Grissom was talking about. Her anger, however, had simmered down to hurt. "I'm Jessie's guest."
"Don't go, Wren," Grissom said. "This group, Jessie's group, are involved in pretty big trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"Murder."
Wren was speechless. Jessie, involved in murder? That doesn't make sense. She had known Jessie forever, and thought Jessie may be reckless and weird sometimes, murder was something Wren knew Jessie wouldn't take a part of.
"Wren? Are you still there, Wren?"
"Jessie's not a murderer, Dad," Wren said quietly. Slowly, it dawned to her why Grissom had been so angry a while ago. The realization hurt her even more. "You actually thought I was involved in this too?"
"Wren, I-" Grissom began. He took a deep breath and tried to organize his thoughts. "I was shocked to find your name on the list. I didn't know it included non-members."
"So you assumed that I'm part of the group and that I played a part in the killings."
"Yes," Grissom admitted, wanting to kick himself. "I'm so sorry. I should've given you a chance to explain first."
"Yeah, you should have," Wren replied, not really wanting to continue the conversation. "You know what, Dad? Maybe you should forget about my wedding. You obviously still don't believe that your daughter has changed. And even if I hadn't changed, I would never have gotten involved with murder. I may have been wild, but murder is something I could never do. And since you obviously thought that I was capable of doing it, I think it's about time we part ways. I didn't think I sank that low in your eyes. And that I probably would never redeem myself."
"Wren," Grissom pleaded. "I'm sorry. Look, we have to talk. But not like this."
"Save it, Dad," Wren said coolly. "Your words and actions have told me how you really felt."
"Wren," Grissom sighed. He knew he should give her some time to cool down. "Okay, if you don't want to talk now, I'll wait. But please promise me you won't go see Jessie tonight."
"Why not?" Wren said. "Jessie's my friend, and I don't think she'd get involved in a group as bad as that group you were talking about."
"Wren, they're not what you think," Grissom said. "They do things that -"
"Bye Dad," Wren said, putting down the phone. She laid back on her bed and thought about what had just happened. He couldn't be right about Jessie, could he? I guess I'd have to find out tonight, she thought.