"How come you never told me that Jennifer was bulimic Gil?" Nick asked as
he sat down in his soon to be father-in-laws and supervisors office.
"Because she didn't want anyone knowing. Her mother and I were the only ones who knew. It was something she wanted to forget about fast, and the less people knew about it, the faster it would disappear. Is it making you upset that you don't know about it?" Gil questioned Nick.
"Yeah it does. I'm going to be her husband in less than a week, and we should know each others secrets. I have told her everything that there is to know about me. Married people don't keep secrets from each other. That's why marriages fail. Because they either lie or keep secrets and I don't want that."
"I think Nick, that you should be discussing this with Jennifer and not me. I know she's have a difficult time telling you about this, but that's because she doesn't want to remember any of it. It was a really painful time for her and you need to understand that. Just talk to her. Be there for her when she tells you. She'll need a shoulder to cry on." Gil sighed. "Trust me Nick. She loves you, and she hates keeping things from you. But it takes time to heal all wounds, but maybe now she'll talk about it."
Nick nodded as he neared the door. "Thanks."
"So, we need to ask a question. How do they know each other?" Sara said walking around the corpses in the morgue.
"Girlfriend, maybe?" Warrick thought sitting in the chair. "Or maybe..." He trailed off.
"Her pimp?" Sara added to Warrick's theory.
"Nah." Catherine started. "I don't think he is. Telling by the chemicals on his hand, it looks like he poisoned her. But how did he end up dead. Warrick, you did explain that maybe he owed some debts and didn't pay up and was killed because of it. Maybe she was a girlfriend." Catherine paused. "We need to ask around. I'll see if Mr. Spencer had any friends or family here in Vegas. Warrick, you and Sara ask Miss LaCross' co-workers some general questions about herself, if she had a boyfriend, if she has any family here. Then we'll meet back here, share our information and piece together this case."
"Sure. Will do." Sara smiled as she grabbed her coat from the back of the chair.
"Jen, I know it hurts. That's why I'm here. To help the pain. To make it go away." Nick said trying to pull Jennifer close, but she pulled away each time.
"You don't know what it's like." She cried.
"Then tell me. Jen, baby. Please. I don't like seeing you like this. I want to know, so we can both get rid of the pain together. Please Jen. Tell me." He said wiping away her tears.
"I thought I was doing something good. I thought I was getting rid of the bad stuff inside of my body." She paused. "But it got worse. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. Anything I put it, it had to come out and if it didn't I felt sick. I was fourteen and I noticed I was getting pudgier. But I wasn't eating much. I was always a light eater. I could never understand where it came from. Where the whole thing started. Then when it was finally over I remembered." She paused once more. "I was at a pool party, at my best friends house. It was the last day of school, and we threw it afterwards. I was sitting in the lounger next to her and Mark came over and said, 'You know Jen, I'd go out with you, but you're not my type.' I could understand why, then later on he told me that I had too much meat on my bones. I figured out that if I were bulimic that it wouldn't be a drastic notice. When you're anorexic you starve yourself and it shows right away."
"How did your dad find out?" Nick asked pulling her closer.
"He was wondering why I was eating so much. I just said I was getting these cravings, like I felt that I wasn't eating too much. And my body just wanted more. He found me in the bathroom purging one day. He didn't freak out, he didn't get upset. He just got on the floor with me and when it was finished held me for the longest time. He said that everything would be alright and that he was there for me. Mark said I wasn't pretty enough. And that's what started everything." Jennifer wrapped her arms around Nick and cried even more.
He stroked her hair and calmly replied, "I think you're pretty."
"Because she didn't want anyone knowing. Her mother and I were the only ones who knew. It was something she wanted to forget about fast, and the less people knew about it, the faster it would disappear. Is it making you upset that you don't know about it?" Gil questioned Nick.
"Yeah it does. I'm going to be her husband in less than a week, and we should know each others secrets. I have told her everything that there is to know about me. Married people don't keep secrets from each other. That's why marriages fail. Because they either lie or keep secrets and I don't want that."
"I think Nick, that you should be discussing this with Jennifer and not me. I know she's have a difficult time telling you about this, but that's because she doesn't want to remember any of it. It was a really painful time for her and you need to understand that. Just talk to her. Be there for her when she tells you. She'll need a shoulder to cry on." Gil sighed. "Trust me Nick. She loves you, and she hates keeping things from you. But it takes time to heal all wounds, but maybe now she'll talk about it."
Nick nodded as he neared the door. "Thanks."
"So, we need to ask a question. How do they know each other?" Sara said walking around the corpses in the morgue.
"Girlfriend, maybe?" Warrick thought sitting in the chair. "Or maybe..." He trailed off.
"Her pimp?" Sara added to Warrick's theory.
"Nah." Catherine started. "I don't think he is. Telling by the chemicals on his hand, it looks like he poisoned her. But how did he end up dead. Warrick, you did explain that maybe he owed some debts and didn't pay up and was killed because of it. Maybe she was a girlfriend." Catherine paused. "We need to ask around. I'll see if Mr. Spencer had any friends or family here in Vegas. Warrick, you and Sara ask Miss LaCross' co-workers some general questions about herself, if she had a boyfriend, if she has any family here. Then we'll meet back here, share our information and piece together this case."
"Sure. Will do." Sara smiled as she grabbed her coat from the back of the chair.
"Jen, I know it hurts. That's why I'm here. To help the pain. To make it go away." Nick said trying to pull Jennifer close, but she pulled away each time.
"You don't know what it's like." She cried.
"Then tell me. Jen, baby. Please. I don't like seeing you like this. I want to know, so we can both get rid of the pain together. Please Jen. Tell me." He said wiping away her tears.
"I thought I was doing something good. I thought I was getting rid of the bad stuff inside of my body." She paused. "But it got worse. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. Anything I put it, it had to come out and if it didn't I felt sick. I was fourteen and I noticed I was getting pudgier. But I wasn't eating much. I was always a light eater. I could never understand where it came from. Where the whole thing started. Then when it was finally over I remembered." She paused once more. "I was at a pool party, at my best friends house. It was the last day of school, and we threw it afterwards. I was sitting in the lounger next to her and Mark came over and said, 'You know Jen, I'd go out with you, but you're not my type.' I could understand why, then later on he told me that I had too much meat on my bones. I figured out that if I were bulimic that it wouldn't be a drastic notice. When you're anorexic you starve yourself and it shows right away."
"How did your dad find out?" Nick asked pulling her closer.
"He was wondering why I was eating so much. I just said I was getting these cravings, like I felt that I wasn't eating too much. And my body just wanted more. He found me in the bathroom purging one day. He didn't freak out, he didn't get upset. He just got on the floor with me and when it was finished held me for the longest time. He said that everything would be alright and that he was there for me. Mark said I wasn't pretty enough. And that's what started everything." Jennifer wrapped her arms around Nick and cried even more.
He stroked her hair and calmly replied, "I think you're pretty."
