Title: On a Bed of Angels
Author: A. Beautiful. Disaster
Rating: PG.-13 [or] R
Summary: She walked towards the kitchen door way where he stood, her heels echoing loudly through the home. She winced at the sharp sound, how empty a house can be with so many people wandering through it. How empty a home came be when an innocent is snatched away.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I own lily though, that's something I guess ^_^
*first fic, Please Review it does a lot for me ^_^. Since it is my first fic I probably have the characters off but oh well... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------
"Oh god Nicky." Catherine Willows whispered breathlessly as she stepped through the door. Nick's home was full of Las Vegas police, tramping through out the house, destroying and contaminating evidence. She watched as Nick barley raised his head at the sound of her hushed voice. She walked towards the kitchen door way where he stood, her heels echoing loudly through the home. She winced at the sharp sound, how empty a house can be with so many people wandering through it. How empty a home came be when an innocent is snatched away.
"Hey Cath." He croaked, a rough sound from deep within his throat. Tears stung his eyes and Catherine had to look away. She couldn't bare to see the young man cry. Nick's glassy eyes fell to the floor as he tried to fight the tears. How can such a cruel thing happen to the most undeserving? A man so sensitive, a man so sweet and gentle. How can such a cruel thing happen to someone such as this? A man who carries around his niece's picture in his wallet like it was his own daughter and when she turned to him for help, he took her into his arms and held her with the promise to keep her safe. How can someone have such a beautiful thing taken from him?
Catherine's blue eyes traveled to the blood splatter on the floor. Rich crimson. Her eyes stung with tears and her throat burned with fear. There was not enough for a fatal blow, but the fact that a young girl's blood had been spilled didn't sit with her well and she thought of her own little girl sound asleep in her bed.
Nick closed his eyes and leaned against the door frame, releasing a heavy sigh from deep with in his chest. Catherine gently rested her hand on his shoulder trying, as best as she could, to comfort him. But how can she give comfort? How could she ease his soul, his fear..his guilt? Slowly, he opened his eyes and lifted his head. "Please." He pleaded with her, his eyes red, his throat sore. "Don't let her be dead."
She nearly choked on the words themselves. Dead. So finale. Death. So soon. The girl was merely fifteen. So much to live for. So much to experience. She was such a beautiful girl. How shocked Catherine had been when she had dropped by Nick's house earlier to give him some crime scene photos of the brutal rape and murder of a young teen, that the two were working on, and found a fifteen year old girl answer his door. Catherine recognized her from the pictures Nick showed off as much as he could. She was tall and thin with long brown hair that draped across her shoulders. Her brown eyes sparkled and her grin mirrored her uncle's. Dead. She couldn't even bare to think it.
She couldn't find her voice to answer and Nick's eyes dropped back to the floor. Back to the harsh deep crimson splattered on the ground. What had happened here? A beautiful teen girl snatched from her uncle's home late at night. For what reason? Catherine shuttered at the thought. Beauty is a danger in this world.
"Hey!" Both Catherine and Nick jumped at the booming voice from behind them. The familiar voice had startle them and Nick turned his face so that it was completely hidden from Catherine's sight. She knew that the tears had spilled over. "All of you out!" Grissom ordered from the door way. Mumbling officers stalked out slowly and Catherine wouldn't be damned if they all kicked their feet a little more, just to spite him. Sara appeared from behind Grissom and she pushed through the small space between his body and the door frame to get inside the house, Warrick followed.
"Nick!" Sara called out to her friend and was heart broken when he didn't even lift his head. She rushed toward him and trapped him in a comforting hug. He barely returned it. His arms danged loosely around Sara's back. How he longed for an embrace. How scared he was that she would let go far to soon but he was too tired, to guilty to hold her. Catherine turned away, she knew he blamed himself. She walked past the blood on the floor and moved carefully towards the back door. The shattered glass had caught her attention. The shards crunched under her heel and she shuttered at the sound.
"Was this broken by the intruder?" Catherine called as she glanced back a Nick. He shook his head mutely.
"It-I..I did it." He told her quietly, his voice low and heartbreaking just to hear. Sara reluctantly pulled herself away from Nick and hurried over to Catherine, finger print powder in hand. Warrick comforted his friend with a hug and sympathetic words.
"It's not you fault." Oh but how he was convinced other wise. It was his fault. She pleaded with him to protect her and he had failed. She was dying somewhere, if not dead already. She was bloody and chances are, was broken. Probably alone. Oh how she hated to be alone. He shouldn't had left her alone. He should've thought twice. He should have protected her. She was gone, snatched, lost, taken. The fact was he didn't know where the hell she was, how the hell she was, or who the hell took her and that scared him. He swallowed loudly, the unthinkable thought floating in his mind. Beauty was a danger in this world and Nick was not blind, his niece was a beautiful girl.
He turned violently and slammed his fist into the wooden door frame. Startled, Catherine and Sara watched with open mouths as Nick brushed past Warrick and nearly knocked Grissom to the floor as he stalked angrily to the front door. Nick entered the cool Vegas night air and the door slammed loudly behind him.
Please review!!! ^_^
Author: A. Beautiful. Disaster
Rating: PG.-13 [or] R
Summary: She walked towards the kitchen door way where he stood, her heels echoing loudly through the home. She winced at the sharp sound, how empty a house can be with so many people wandering through it. How empty a home came be when an innocent is snatched away.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I own lily though, that's something I guess ^_^
*first fic, Please Review it does a lot for me ^_^. Since it is my first fic I probably have the characters off but oh well... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------
"Oh god Nicky." Catherine Willows whispered breathlessly as she stepped through the door. Nick's home was full of Las Vegas police, tramping through out the house, destroying and contaminating evidence. She watched as Nick barley raised his head at the sound of her hushed voice. She walked towards the kitchen door way where he stood, her heels echoing loudly through the home. She winced at the sharp sound, how empty a house can be with so many people wandering through it. How empty a home came be when an innocent is snatched away.
"Hey Cath." He croaked, a rough sound from deep within his throat. Tears stung his eyes and Catherine had to look away. She couldn't bare to see the young man cry. Nick's glassy eyes fell to the floor as he tried to fight the tears. How can such a cruel thing happen to the most undeserving? A man so sensitive, a man so sweet and gentle. How can such a cruel thing happen to someone such as this? A man who carries around his niece's picture in his wallet like it was his own daughter and when she turned to him for help, he took her into his arms and held her with the promise to keep her safe. How can someone have such a beautiful thing taken from him?
Catherine's blue eyes traveled to the blood splatter on the floor. Rich crimson. Her eyes stung with tears and her throat burned with fear. There was not enough for a fatal blow, but the fact that a young girl's blood had been spilled didn't sit with her well and she thought of her own little girl sound asleep in her bed.
Nick closed his eyes and leaned against the door frame, releasing a heavy sigh from deep with in his chest. Catherine gently rested her hand on his shoulder trying, as best as she could, to comfort him. But how can she give comfort? How could she ease his soul, his fear..his guilt? Slowly, he opened his eyes and lifted his head. "Please." He pleaded with her, his eyes red, his throat sore. "Don't let her be dead."
She nearly choked on the words themselves. Dead. So finale. Death. So soon. The girl was merely fifteen. So much to live for. So much to experience. She was such a beautiful girl. How shocked Catherine had been when she had dropped by Nick's house earlier to give him some crime scene photos of the brutal rape and murder of a young teen, that the two were working on, and found a fifteen year old girl answer his door. Catherine recognized her from the pictures Nick showed off as much as he could. She was tall and thin with long brown hair that draped across her shoulders. Her brown eyes sparkled and her grin mirrored her uncle's. Dead. She couldn't even bare to think it.
She couldn't find her voice to answer and Nick's eyes dropped back to the floor. Back to the harsh deep crimson splattered on the ground. What had happened here? A beautiful teen girl snatched from her uncle's home late at night. For what reason? Catherine shuttered at the thought. Beauty is a danger in this world.
"Hey!" Both Catherine and Nick jumped at the booming voice from behind them. The familiar voice had startle them and Nick turned his face so that it was completely hidden from Catherine's sight. She knew that the tears had spilled over. "All of you out!" Grissom ordered from the door way. Mumbling officers stalked out slowly and Catherine wouldn't be damned if they all kicked their feet a little more, just to spite him. Sara appeared from behind Grissom and she pushed through the small space between his body and the door frame to get inside the house, Warrick followed.
"Nick!" Sara called out to her friend and was heart broken when he didn't even lift his head. She rushed toward him and trapped him in a comforting hug. He barely returned it. His arms danged loosely around Sara's back. How he longed for an embrace. How scared he was that she would let go far to soon but he was too tired, to guilty to hold her. Catherine turned away, she knew he blamed himself. She walked past the blood on the floor and moved carefully towards the back door. The shattered glass had caught her attention. The shards crunched under her heel and she shuttered at the sound.
"Was this broken by the intruder?" Catherine called as she glanced back a Nick. He shook his head mutely.
"It-I..I did it." He told her quietly, his voice low and heartbreaking just to hear. Sara reluctantly pulled herself away from Nick and hurried over to Catherine, finger print powder in hand. Warrick comforted his friend with a hug and sympathetic words.
"It's not you fault." Oh but how he was convinced other wise. It was his fault. She pleaded with him to protect her and he had failed. She was dying somewhere, if not dead already. She was bloody and chances are, was broken. Probably alone. Oh how she hated to be alone. He shouldn't had left her alone. He should've thought twice. He should have protected her. She was gone, snatched, lost, taken. The fact was he didn't know where the hell she was, how the hell she was, or who the hell took her and that scared him. He swallowed loudly, the unthinkable thought floating in his mind. Beauty was a danger in this world and Nick was not blind, his niece was a beautiful girl.
He turned violently and slammed his fist into the wooden door frame. Startled, Catherine and Sara watched with open mouths as Nick brushed past Warrick and nearly knocked Grissom to the floor as he stalked angrily to the front door. Nick entered the cool Vegas night air and the door slammed loudly behind him.
Please review!!! ^_^