Title: What Are You Running From?
By: Mystikal Mayhem (mystikal04@hotmail.com)
Chapter: 4
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well.
Author's Notes: Reader discretion is advised. Now we're getting
into the "R" rated part of the story.
Acknowledgments: Special thanks to everyone who keeps reviewing and
pressuring me to keep writing this!
Credit Where Due: Thanks to Sing365.com for song lyrics.
***I just wanted to say really quick this I've divided this chapter into two parts, as it would be long, and is taking me awhile to write. I thought you all might like to get at least a little taste of what it to come!***
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This is my Vietnam
I'm at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
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They've discovered them. We knew they would. After all, we did put them in a pretty public place. Plus, he knew that those mechanics would be putting the cars in the garage.
So it all went according to plan...
It seemed as if the air surrounding us had transformed into a dense cloud of anger, shock, disgust, and, above all, fear. For if someone would go as far as to commit these atrocities, who knew what they were capable of.
Catherine, Warrick, Sara, and Nick immediately forgot about their victims. Greg just stood behind us, stunned. I observed my co-workers. No one moved a muscle after I announced my discovery.
Then Grissom spoke.
"I want to preserve everything exactly as it is. I want to remove the elements from the scene and process everything intact and individually." He turned around and motioned for David, the deputy coroner, to come and join us. This is when I spoke.
"Elements? Elements? Why not call them what they are, Grissom? They're corpses. They're evidence. Why not just say you want to remove the dead bodies from the scene?" I snapped. Catherine put a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down, but I then directed my anger toward her.
"Don't try to calm me down. I can see how upset you are. I see the tears welling up in your eyes. I see the anger and disgust brewing behind Sara's eyes. I can see how Nick just wants to run in the other direction and how Warrick would execute the murderer right now if we had the perp..."
Greg grabbed me from behind, clasping a gloved hand over my mouth before I could say anything else. "Why don't we just preserve everything to take back to the lab so we can get this shift the hell over with?" he whispered in my ear. Hearing his gentle voice calmed me down.
I dropped my hands to my sides. "Yeah, sure, whatever," I murmured back. "I just need a minute..." I snapped my gloves off and made my way to a vacant corner of the car lot.
Everyone knew better than to follow me. But that didn't stop Greg. After a minute or so, I heard him approach me from behind before he sat down next to me on the curb.
"I would ask you if you were ok, but I think I already know the answer to that," he sighed. I continued to stare into space, unmoving, my face as expressionless as I could manage to make it. Greg sighed again.
"Will you stop doing that?" I snapped.
"What?"
"Fucking sighing. No one else was sighing, so why are you?" It was then that I realized I had swore at Greg. I knew that I had reached my breaking point.
The dam that had been holding back the tears that had been welling up in my eyes crumbled, freeing them, allowing to stream down my cheeks. I could no longer hold myself up and let myself collapse against Greg's side. He snake his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, stroking my hair, and telling me to "let it all out."
"You may not realize this," Greg said, "but this case is getting to everyone." I looked up briefly to seek more answers in his eyes. "Everyone has their certain type of case that just pushes all of their buttons," he continued to explain. "With Catherine, it's any kind of abuse of anything involving children. Same with Sara and Nick. Warrick has trouble with cases that deal with casinos. Grissom...well, I remember this one case where a tiny baby was accidentally killed by his brother, who was only a couple years old, and the parents tried to make it look like a kidnapping. Griss looked like hell for weeks after that case."
I snuggled deeper into Greg's embrace even though I knew the other five CSIs were watching us closely. I didn't care. "What about you? What cases get to you?"
"I really don't get that much info on cases. I usually know just the bare minimum; vic's gender, age, COD, where it went down...stuff like that. But if you tell me that a kid was involved, that's when my heart really aches."
"Is your heart aching now?"
"Yeah, it is."
I wiped the last of the tears from my eyes. "Then let's go catch us a murderer...or two..."