The Master
Grissom heard a gentle knock on the door and right after Catherine entered the room carrying a tray.
"I'm just the nurse bringing the sick person something to eat. I have no idea as to what it is but it doesn't smell that bad" she said placing the tray at the table next to the bed.
"How are you feeling?"
"My back and head hurts, but otherwise I'm fine"
"Good" she said and started to laugh.
She had no idea as to why, it just jumped on her.
"I'm so sorry Gil. I don't know why I'm laughing."
She took some deep breaths trying to stop but it didn't work. Grissom just watched her. She looked so happy. Of course she was laughing, but there was something else hidden behind it. When he saw her like that he too felt the laughter building up inside and soon booth were laughing at nothing in particular. Eventually the laughter faded away.
"Come on Grissom, its time for you to eat that dinner the nurse so kindly brought to you"
"Ok, I will do that, as long as you tell me what happened over there." She put the tray on his bed.
"Well, he hit you with a baseball bat in the back, which I believe you felt. Then he hit you in the head" she said lightly touching the bump on the side of his head.
"You're quite lucky actually. He could have hurt you a lot more." She look at him in concern "I… I called for Brass and then he just stopped. He looked at me as if I was a ghost or something and the he freaked and ran towards the door where he met Brass. He swung the bat at him but he shot him in the leg before it hit him. He actually lies at this hospital. There are cops everywhere in the hall." She took Grissom's hand in hers and squeezed it.
"I love you"
He looked deep into her eyes and gave her a kiss.
"I love you to"
The police entered the small house in the outer region of Las Vegas. It was well decorated with lots of porcelain figures on every shelf. They found a door leading down to the basement. The yellow light illuminated the smooth empty grey walls leading to another door at the end of the stairs. When opening it they where met by a musty smell. Papers were spread everywhere containing unreadable scribble. Another door led to a small bathroom with a bloody sink and towel, and the last one to a small room with a working table with lots of cotton strings and on the wall hung a chainsaw.
There was a knock on the door and a police woman entered.
"Excuse me Miss. I think there's something you should see. It concerns David Gilmoor" Catherine nodded
"You stay here I'll be right back"
She accompanied the police to the room and went inside with her. The sight that met Catherine wasn't really what she had expected. There he laid, eyes opened and blood covering almost the entire bed. The blood ran down his cheeks, just like tears.
"What the…"
On the table by his bed they found a note
"Oh, sweet Christabel. Share with me your poem.
For I know now, I'm a puppet on this silent stage show.
I'm but a poet who failed his best play.
A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending
To each of his poems."
When the evening came Grissom was allowed to leave the hospital and Catherine drove him home.
"Look, I really don't feel that bad. Why don't you drive to work instead?"
Catherine looked at him
"Nope, doctors orders. You're going to rest this night, no point arguing"
Grissom sighed as she stopped the car in front of his house.
"Now, get out of the car" she said jumping out of it herself.
Opening Grissom's door and holding out her hand
"At your service"
"You know, that reminds me of something. I never got that desert you promised me" he grinned and felt triumph when there was no answer.
"After all I have been through, I really could need some"
Catherine still hadn't said anything when she opened the door. Grissom turned on the lights and went to the kitchen.
"Want something to drink?"
"No thanks" she walked up to him
"I did promise the doctor to get you home and into bed" she said as she put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a kiss.
"I think I should follow his advice"
Grissom nodded. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She stopped just before entering.
"By the way Gil, you got any ice cubes?"
The end
A.N: Thanks for all the review, always fun to hear what people think about your work.
And with that, it's the end of that dream, hope it wasn't to bad. I at least had a great time dreaming it
"Oh, sweet Christable..." is a takeout from Beauty of the Beast by Nightwish
Grissom heard a gentle knock on the door and right after Catherine entered the room carrying a tray.
"I'm just the nurse bringing the sick person something to eat. I have no idea as to what it is but it doesn't smell that bad" she said placing the tray at the table next to the bed.
"How are you feeling?"
"My back and head hurts, but otherwise I'm fine"
"Good" she said and started to laugh.
She had no idea as to why, it just jumped on her.
"I'm so sorry Gil. I don't know why I'm laughing."
She took some deep breaths trying to stop but it didn't work. Grissom just watched her. She looked so happy. Of course she was laughing, but there was something else hidden behind it. When he saw her like that he too felt the laughter building up inside and soon booth were laughing at nothing in particular. Eventually the laughter faded away.
"Come on Grissom, its time for you to eat that dinner the nurse so kindly brought to you"
"Ok, I will do that, as long as you tell me what happened over there." She put the tray on his bed.
"Well, he hit you with a baseball bat in the back, which I believe you felt. Then he hit you in the head" she said lightly touching the bump on the side of his head.
"You're quite lucky actually. He could have hurt you a lot more." She look at him in concern "I… I called for Brass and then he just stopped. He looked at me as if I was a ghost or something and the he freaked and ran towards the door where he met Brass. He swung the bat at him but he shot him in the leg before it hit him. He actually lies at this hospital. There are cops everywhere in the hall." She took Grissom's hand in hers and squeezed it.
"I love you"
He looked deep into her eyes and gave her a kiss.
"I love you to"
The police entered the small house in the outer region of Las Vegas. It was well decorated with lots of porcelain figures on every shelf. They found a door leading down to the basement. The yellow light illuminated the smooth empty grey walls leading to another door at the end of the stairs. When opening it they where met by a musty smell. Papers were spread everywhere containing unreadable scribble. Another door led to a small bathroom with a bloody sink and towel, and the last one to a small room with a working table with lots of cotton strings and on the wall hung a chainsaw.
There was a knock on the door and a police woman entered.
"Excuse me Miss. I think there's something you should see. It concerns David Gilmoor" Catherine nodded
"You stay here I'll be right back"
She accompanied the police to the room and went inside with her. The sight that met Catherine wasn't really what she had expected. There he laid, eyes opened and blood covering almost the entire bed. The blood ran down his cheeks, just like tears.
"What the…"
On the table by his bed they found a note
"Oh, sweet Christabel. Share with me your poem.
For I know now, I'm a puppet on this silent stage show.
I'm but a poet who failed his best play.
A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending
To each of his poems."
When the evening came Grissom was allowed to leave the hospital and Catherine drove him home.
"Look, I really don't feel that bad. Why don't you drive to work instead?"
Catherine looked at him
"Nope, doctors orders. You're going to rest this night, no point arguing"
Grissom sighed as she stopped the car in front of his house.
"Now, get out of the car" she said jumping out of it herself.
Opening Grissom's door and holding out her hand
"At your service"
"You know, that reminds me of something. I never got that desert you promised me" he grinned and felt triumph when there was no answer.
"After all I have been through, I really could need some"
Catherine still hadn't said anything when she opened the door. Grissom turned on the lights and went to the kitchen.
"Want something to drink?"
"No thanks" she walked up to him
"I did promise the doctor to get you home and into bed" she said as she put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a kiss.
"I think I should follow his advice"
Grissom nodded. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She stopped just before entering.
"By the way Gil, you got any ice cubes?"
The end
A.N: Thanks for all the review, always fun to hear what people think about your work.
And with that, it's the end of that dream, hope it wasn't to bad. I at least had a great time dreaming it
"Oh, sweet Christable..." is a takeout from Beauty of the Beast by Nightwish