Here's chapter two for you. Hope u like.
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Chapter 2.
The night seemed to drag on and on for Catherine. It was 5.30 and she was still waiting on the blood analysis from the knife and swab from Jade's hand. She did know that there were no prints on the hilt of the knife so at least she had something to report to the others in the meeting they had set up for now.
She walked into the break room. No-one was there yet and she walked across the room, poured herself some coffee, then sat down and studied the report on the table.
"Hey Catherine."
She looked up to see Warrick enter.
"Hey...coffee's there if you want some."
"Cheers."
He said, pouring the coffee, then joining her. It wasn't long before Nick entered. Catherine sat forwards once they all had coffee and were sitting comfortably.
"Where's Sam?"
"She went back to the scene, had a hunch."
Catherine nodded.
"Right then, we'll begin without her. The knife found upstairs, no prints on the hilt so that's a dead end. I don't have the blood results back yet."
"Yep, you do."
Greg walked in and sat down, piece of paper in his hand.
"Well...?"
Catherine was getting impatient.
"There's only one persons DNA on the knife â€" that's the old man."
"So, he did have two knifes, and he didn't go back upstairs."
Catherine said thoughtfully. Greg raised his eyebrows, gave a small smile as he handed her the paper.
"What about the swab?"
Greg shook his head.
"Nothing yet. But it's gonna take a while. There were other substances mixed up with the attackers blood, hers for one. Whatever it is, it's interfering so it's take some time to sort it all out â€" but it will work."
"Looks like we may finally be getting somewhere." Warrick said. "The footprint isn't Jade's, and it's definitely not Mr. Williams so it must be the attackers which means we are looking for a guy with small feet."
"Um...can I ask a stupid question?"
Greg asked.
"How do you know it's a guy? It could easily be a strong woman."
"We did think that, Greg," Catherine said. "Except there was a strong smell of cologne in his house and it didn't come from him or Jade."
"Ohh. Okay."
"Well, the size of the feet match with what the coroner said."
Nick stated.
"There was one clean stab wound straight through the heart. No signs or struggle or anything. But the angle the knife went in would suggest that the man's between 5'5'' and 5'8''."
"What about her clothes?"
Catherine asked. Warrick answered.
"Nothing yet, but I'm still checking them over. I did find a couple hairs on her trousers but I figure they're from the dog. I haven't got around to the top or jacket."
"There's a lot of dog hairs in the house as well." Nick said. "It's unlikely we'll find any of the attackers hairs amongst them all. All the fingerprints we found were Mr. Williams."
At this point Sam entered.
"What you got?"
Catherine asked her.
"Another footprint. In the mud in the back garden â€" it was deep as if the person was running. Matches with the one found in the hall. So the attacker left via the back door."
Catherine nodded.
"Good one Sam. Right, Nick talk us through it."
He nodded.
"Jade comes round about 7.15 to walk Sparky. According to neighbours she was later today than usual and she usually gets back at around 8.00 but according to the police she called 911 at 8.20 so she must have made up for being late."
"Do we have the tape from them yet with the phone call?"
Catherine asked.
"Not yet."
Warrick answered. Nick continued.
"So somewhere between 7.15 and 8.15 the attacker entered the house via the front door. The coroner guessed time of death to be at around 8.00. Mr. Williams was killed upstairs. He had a hairline fracture which he received after he was dead, and we found some blood on the side of his bedside cabinet. We figure the attacker caught him upstairs by surprise because there was no sign of struggle. From what we've heard Mr. Williams isn't one to go quietly. So, after dropping his knife for some reason, the attacker goes back downstairs, ransacked the place â€" probably to see if there was anything of value to take or maybe to look for something he wanted, then gets interrupted by Jade getting back. She enters, sees the mess and calls 911, but gets interrupted by the attacker who stabs her, then runs out the back door."
They sat in silence for a moment as they thought about the evidence they had. There wasn't much to go on. All they really had was the swab of the attackers blood and they were still waiting for that.
They sit discussing everything they have, while Warrick goes to finish analysing the clothes until 7am. They are all exhausted and are quiet when Warrick enters.
"Well, I finished analysing the clothes. Nothing of interest. Just blood and dog hairs."
He sat down. Nick's watch beeped.
"Shift's over."
He said not moving.
"Okay," Catherine started. "Nick, Sam, Warrick â€" go home. Get some sleep. I'll call if anything comes up."
"You stayin'?"
Warrick asked.
"For a few hours, for Jade's sake. I'm gonna wait for the swab and the tape."
"We can't expect you to do it all." Nick stated. "Why don't we all do a few hours throughout the day. I want to help Jade and Grissom as well."
"Me too."
Warrick agreed. Catherine looked at Sam who nodded also.
"Okay. I'll take the first few hours. Warrick, you come in for 11am. Nick, you for 2pm and Sam you come in for 5pm. If anything comes up ring me."
They all nodded and slowly got up.
"See you later, guys."
Sam said and left.
"Call me if you hear anything."
Warrick stated and followed her out.
"Me too."
Nick said and headed for the door.
"Hey Nick."
He stopped and turned to Catherine.
"Yeah?"
"You live near the hospital. Could you stop by and inform Grissom of what we've found out."
Nick smiled.
"Sure thing. And I'll get him some breakfast on the way, I'm sure he hasn't moved. Later."
He headed for the locker room, to grab his belongings, then went out to his car.
It wasn't long before he was entering the hospital. He bypassed the cafeteria and picked up some coffee and a roll for Grissom, then headed up to the floor that Jade was on. He soon spotted Grissom through one of the windows and he knocked gently. He smiled and held the coffee up when Grissom looked at him. Grissom smiled slightly and Nick took a seat as Grissom moved across the room and exited, joining Nick. Nick handed him the roll and coffee.
"Breakfast."
"Thanks Nicky."
He said taking them off him. He took a long slurp from the coffee.
"So, what have you got?"
Nick told him everything they found and also about them all taking a shift throughout the day and that Catherine was there at the moment. Grissom was very thankful to all of them. They sit and chat for a short time while Grissom eats the roll about the case and Jade, then Nick goes home to get some sleep and Grissom goes back to Jade.
*****
Around 8.30 that morning Grissom was still sitting by her bedside, watching Jade. She hadn't moved since he'd been there. He took a sip of his now luke warm coffee.
Grissom suddenly saw Jade's eyes twitch and at once he was sitting upright, placing his coffee on the bedside table. Her eyes twitched again and she moved her head just slightly.
"Jade? Jade. That's it, come on."
Grissom brushed her hair back with care as her eyelids fluttered and finally green eyes opened to meet the relieved hazel ones.
"Hey...Nice to have you back with us."
Jade blinked slowly and wearily, her eyes heavy. Her left hand lifted slowly up to her face and pulled the mask down.
"Uncle...Gil...?"
She whispered in question, her throat hoarse.
"Yeah, it's me. You're gonna be okay. Just rest."
He placed the mask back on her face. She sighed and reached a hand towards him before her eyes closed. Grissom closed his fingers around the pale hand and smiled.
"I'm not going anywhere."
He didn't get any sort of response, though. Jade was already asleep again. He smiled, cradling the hand in his own.
*****
Catherine was sitting at the desk, rubbing her eyes when Warrick entered. Photos and evidence was splayed out all over the desk. She looked up and gave him a smile, he could tell that she was looking upset.
"What is it?"
He asked, concerned.
"Just got the tape of the phone call through."
She shook her head. Warrick sat down.
"You okay?"
She gave him a smile.
"Yeah. It was just...she was screaming the whole time. Poor girl."
She sat thoughtfully.
"What about the swab?"
"Nothing yet. But Greg keeps assuring me that it will work."
Warrick nodded.
"Go home. Get some sleep. I'll call you when we get the results."
"Thanks. The tape hasn't been analysed yet so if you could get that done."
"Sure."
"See you later."
She left. Warrick turned the tape on. A lady's voice came on.
"What emergency do you require?"
A young woman answered. Her voice was calm but Warrick could hear the underlying panic.
"Police and possible ambulance. We've been burgled. I don't know where Mr. Williams is."
"Okay. I want you to stay calm for me. Can you tell me the address."
The lady answered calmly. Warrick heard the young woman take a breath.
"Sure it's â€" "
She stopped suddenly. Warrick frowned. Did he hear the noise in the background that made her stop? He kept the tape playing, keeping that part in mind to analyse later. The lady's voice came on after a pause.
"Miss? Excuse me miss?"
"He's still here..."
This time the fear was evident in her voice. For a moment all he could hear was her deep forcibly slow breathing and the lady's voice over the phone.
"Miss? Miss can you answer me? Get out of the house, now. Miss? MISS?"
Then suddenly there was a crash and Warrick heard glass break. He heard a gasp, then stumbled movements of people struggling.
"Get a trace on this number now! She's being attacked!"
The lady's voice could be heard in the distance shouting.
For a split second there was a silence as if they'd both stopped moving for a moment, then he heard a terrified screaming coming from the young girl. The struggling became more violent and he could hear her kicking him, and he heard him shout out suddenly and then gasp sharply. Warrick knew that gasp. She must have just kicked him in the balls. She was still shouting and Warrick heard muffled footsteps as if she were trying to pull away. Suddenly everything went silent. No screaming, no muffled struggles, nothing. He could only just make out the sound of their breathing. He heard muffled steps followed by a small thud as if she'd fallen the floor. Then very faintly he thought he heard a voice, it was muffled and he couldn't make it out, but he was sure that they would soon enough. Then the laughter started. Warrick felt himself shiver slightly. It wasn't a pleasant laughter. It was the laugh of a maniac. The laughing faded out until all he could hear was her ragged breathing. A dog barked in the distance, and then faintly he could hear an ambulance in the background.
He turned the tape off and took a breathe.
Well...? Good? Bad? Terrible? Please R and R.
Disclaimer: CSI characters you recognise aren't mine. Anything you don't recognise it mine.
If you want to post it anywhere please ask for permission from moi. Cheers.
Chapter 2.
The night seemed to drag on and on for Catherine. It was 5.30 and she was still waiting on the blood analysis from the knife and swab from Jade's hand. She did know that there were no prints on the hilt of the knife so at least she had something to report to the others in the meeting they had set up for now.
She walked into the break room. No-one was there yet and she walked across the room, poured herself some coffee, then sat down and studied the report on the table.
"Hey Catherine."
She looked up to see Warrick enter.
"Hey...coffee's there if you want some."
"Cheers."
He said, pouring the coffee, then joining her. It wasn't long before Nick entered. Catherine sat forwards once they all had coffee and were sitting comfortably.
"Where's Sam?"
"She went back to the scene, had a hunch."
Catherine nodded.
"Right then, we'll begin without her. The knife found upstairs, no prints on the hilt so that's a dead end. I don't have the blood results back yet."
"Yep, you do."
Greg walked in and sat down, piece of paper in his hand.
"Well...?"
Catherine was getting impatient.
"There's only one persons DNA on the knife â€" that's the old man."
"So, he did have two knifes, and he didn't go back upstairs."
Catherine said thoughtfully. Greg raised his eyebrows, gave a small smile as he handed her the paper.
"What about the swab?"
Greg shook his head.
"Nothing yet. But it's gonna take a while. There were other substances mixed up with the attackers blood, hers for one. Whatever it is, it's interfering so it's take some time to sort it all out â€" but it will work."
"Looks like we may finally be getting somewhere." Warrick said. "The footprint isn't Jade's, and it's definitely not Mr. Williams so it must be the attackers which means we are looking for a guy with small feet."
"Um...can I ask a stupid question?"
Greg asked.
"How do you know it's a guy? It could easily be a strong woman."
"We did think that, Greg," Catherine said. "Except there was a strong smell of cologne in his house and it didn't come from him or Jade."
"Ohh. Okay."
"Well, the size of the feet match with what the coroner said."
Nick stated.
"There was one clean stab wound straight through the heart. No signs or struggle or anything. But the angle the knife went in would suggest that the man's between 5'5'' and 5'8''."
"What about her clothes?"
Catherine asked. Warrick answered.
"Nothing yet, but I'm still checking them over. I did find a couple hairs on her trousers but I figure they're from the dog. I haven't got around to the top or jacket."
"There's a lot of dog hairs in the house as well." Nick said. "It's unlikely we'll find any of the attackers hairs amongst them all. All the fingerprints we found were Mr. Williams."
At this point Sam entered.
"What you got?"
Catherine asked her.
"Another footprint. In the mud in the back garden â€" it was deep as if the person was running. Matches with the one found in the hall. So the attacker left via the back door."
Catherine nodded.
"Good one Sam. Right, Nick talk us through it."
He nodded.
"Jade comes round about 7.15 to walk Sparky. According to neighbours she was later today than usual and she usually gets back at around 8.00 but according to the police she called 911 at 8.20 so she must have made up for being late."
"Do we have the tape from them yet with the phone call?"
Catherine asked.
"Not yet."
Warrick answered. Nick continued.
"So somewhere between 7.15 and 8.15 the attacker entered the house via the front door. The coroner guessed time of death to be at around 8.00. Mr. Williams was killed upstairs. He had a hairline fracture which he received after he was dead, and we found some blood on the side of his bedside cabinet. We figure the attacker caught him upstairs by surprise because there was no sign of struggle. From what we've heard Mr. Williams isn't one to go quietly. So, after dropping his knife for some reason, the attacker goes back downstairs, ransacked the place â€" probably to see if there was anything of value to take or maybe to look for something he wanted, then gets interrupted by Jade getting back. She enters, sees the mess and calls 911, but gets interrupted by the attacker who stabs her, then runs out the back door."
They sat in silence for a moment as they thought about the evidence they had. There wasn't much to go on. All they really had was the swab of the attackers blood and they were still waiting for that.
They sit discussing everything they have, while Warrick goes to finish analysing the clothes until 7am. They are all exhausted and are quiet when Warrick enters.
"Well, I finished analysing the clothes. Nothing of interest. Just blood and dog hairs."
He sat down. Nick's watch beeped.
"Shift's over."
He said not moving.
"Okay," Catherine started. "Nick, Sam, Warrick â€" go home. Get some sleep. I'll call if anything comes up."
"You stayin'?"
Warrick asked.
"For a few hours, for Jade's sake. I'm gonna wait for the swab and the tape."
"We can't expect you to do it all." Nick stated. "Why don't we all do a few hours throughout the day. I want to help Jade and Grissom as well."
"Me too."
Warrick agreed. Catherine looked at Sam who nodded also.
"Okay. I'll take the first few hours. Warrick, you come in for 11am. Nick, you for 2pm and Sam you come in for 5pm. If anything comes up ring me."
They all nodded and slowly got up.
"See you later, guys."
Sam said and left.
"Call me if you hear anything."
Warrick stated and followed her out.
"Me too."
Nick said and headed for the door.
"Hey Nick."
He stopped and turned to Catherine.
"Yeah?"
"You live near the hospital. Could you stop by and inform Grissom of what we've found out."
Nick smiled.
"Sure thing. And I'll get him some breakfast on the way, I'm sure he hasn't moved. Later."
He headed for the locker room, to grab his belongings, then went out to his car.
It wasn't long before he was entering the hospital. He bypassed the cafeteria and picked up some coffee and a roll for Grissom, then headed up to the floor that Jade was on. He soon spotted Grissom through one of the windows and he knocked gently. He smiled and held the coffee up when Grissom looked at him. Grissom smiled slightly and Nick took a seat as Grissom moved across the room and exited, joining Nick. Nick handed him the roll and coffee.
"Breakfast."
"Thanks Nicky."
He said taking them off him. He took a long slurp from the coffee.
"So, what have you got?"
Nick told him everything they found and also about them all taking a shift throughout the day and that Catherine was there at the moment. Grissom was very thankful to all of them. They sit and chat for a short time while Grissom eats the roll about the case and Jade, then Nick goes home to get some sleep and Grissom goes back to Jade.
*****
Around 8.30 that morning Grissom was still sitting by her bedside, watching Jade. She hadn't moved since he'd been there. He took a sip of his now luke warm coffee.
Grissom suddenly saw Jade's eyes twitch and at once he was sitting upright, placing his coffee on the bedside table. Her eyes twitched again and she moved her head just slightly.
"Jade? Jade. That's it, come on."
Grissom brushed her hair back with care as her eyelids fluttered and finally green eyes opened to meet the relieved hazel ones.
"Hey...Nice to have you back with us."
Jade blinked slowly and wearily, her eyes heavy. Her left hand lifted slowly up to her face and pulled the mask down.
"Uncle...Gil...?"
She whispered in question, her throat hoarse.
"Yeah, it's me. You're gonna be okay. Just rest."
He placed the mask back on her face. She sighed and reached a hand towards him before her eyes closed. Grissom closed his fingers around the pale hand and smiled.
"I'm not going anywhere."
He didn't get any sort of response, though. Jade was already asleep again. He smiled, cradling the hand in his own.
*****
Catherine was sitting at the desk, rubbing her eyes when Warrick entered. Photos and evidence was splayed out all over the desk. She looked up and gave him a smile, he could tell that she was looking upset.
"What is it?"
He asked, concerned.
"Just got the tape of the phone call through."
She shook her head. Warrick sat down.
"You okay?"
She gave him a smile.
"Yeah. It was just...she was screaming the whole time. Poor girl."
She sat thoughtfully.
"What about the swab?"
"Nothing yet. But Greg keeps assuring me that it will work."
Warrick nodded.
"Go home. Get some sleep. I'll call you when we get the results."
"Thanks. The tape hasn't been analysed yet so if you could get that done."
"Sure."
"See you later."
She left. Warrick turned the tape on. A lady's voice came on.
"What emergency do you require?"
A young woman answered. Her voice was calm but Warrick could hear the underlying panic.
"Police and possible ambulance. We've been burgled. I don't know where Mr. Williams is."
"Okay. I want you to stay calm for me. Can you tell me the address."
The lady answered calmly. Warrick heard the young woman take a breath.
"Sure it's â€" "
She stopped suddenly. Warrick frowned. Did he hear the noise in the background that made her stop? He kept the tape playing, keeping that part in mind to analyse later. The lady's voice came on after a pause.
"Miss? Excuse me miss?"
"He's still here..."
This time the fear was evident in her voice. For a moment all he could hear was her deep forcibly slow breathing and the lady's voice over the phone.
"Miss? Miss can you answer me? Get out of the house, now. Miss? MISS?"
Then suddenly there was a crash and Warrick heard glass break. He heard a gasp, then stumbled movements of people struggling.
"Get a trace on this number now! She's being attacked!"
The lady's voice could be heard in the distance shouting.
For a split second there was a silence as if they'd both stopped moving for a moment, then he heard a terrified screaming coming from the young girl. The struggling became more violent and he could hear her kicking him, and he heard him shout out suddenly and then gasp sharply. Warrick knew that gasp. She must have just kicked him in the balls. She was still shouting and Warrick heard muffled footsteps as if she were trying to pull away. Suddenly everything went silent. No screaming, no muffled struggles, nothing. He could only just make out the sound of their breathing. He heard muffled steps followed by a small thud as if she'd fallen the floor. Then very faintly he thought he heard a voice, it was muffled and he couldn't make it out, but he was sure that they would soon enough. Then the laughter started. Warrick felt himself shiver slightly. It wasn't a pleasant laughter. It was the laugh of a maniac. The laughing faded out until all he could hear was her ragged breathing. A dog barked in the distance, and then faintly he could hear an ambulance in the background.
He turned the tape off and took a breathe.
Well...? Good? Bad? Terrible? Please R and R.