**Title: Meet You in the Red Room.
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Rating: PG-13
**Summary: .close the door and dim the lights.
**Disclaimer: "I don't have much money but if I did, I buy a big house where Grissom and I could live" in less poetic terms: I'm a poor college student, don't sue ;)
**Author's Note: this idea has been brewing in my head since before Christmas. Now I'm sure some of you are saying "But Juliet, you have about a million stories in progress, why would be so crazy as to start another one?" My answer is this: the idea will not leave me alone. It's been stuck in my head for a long time now begging to come out. This is not to say that my other stories aren't. They are on there way ASAP.
Thank-you's: Gabe-for being you. Joe-for the endless trips to LaRosa's and Mavericks. Eric-I promise we'll make a trip to Atlanta soon!! Mr. Heman-for enriching my life with literature such as Milton's Paradise Lost. And finally to the Graveyard Shifters-thank you for your constant badgering for me to write (you know who you are hehe) and for all our fun chats.you guys are the best!!
**Author's Note #2: I realize that this chapter is a bit odd..the use of the quotes and the general weirdness will all make sense eventually, I promise!! By the way, if you are curious, the title comes from the song Meet You in the Red Room (from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack vol 2). The two quotes are from Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe and Paradise Lost by John Milton.
"You know, this is really going to kill this month's budget on Luminol," Sara muttered as she peered into the strangely decorated room.
"But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet --a deep blood color," Grissom replied, as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. As Sara's funny look, he said, "The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allen Poe. It appears our victim was a fan."
Sara merely nodded her reply, as Grissom began to dial.
"I need you to do me favor," he said into the phone. "Come out to Shangri- La..no the mansion, not the club Catherine...yes I'm dead serious..yes I know it's your night off..fine I owe you dinner..I'll meet you out front in fifteen minutes"
Fifteen minutes later, Catherine pulled up in front of the stately house, the music in her car at top volume.
"So why exactly am I here?" she asked getting out of the car.
"Well my guess would be the huge bloody mess we've got in there," Sara replied gathering some gear out of a Tahoe. "But it's nothing the two of us couldn't have handled."
Catherine nodded, sensing the younger woman's defensiveness. As they entered house's impressive atrium, which was decorated in Gothic style, Catherine murmured, "Now I know why they call this place Shangri-La."
"For Heaven hides nothing from thy view, nor the deep tract of Hell," a voice said from behind them. Catherine whirled around to find herself face to face with Grissom. "So what've got?" she asked, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. "Because I know you didn't wake me up at 2:30 just to quote Milton."
Sara rolled her eyes as a guilty look appeared on Grissom's face. She found herself slowly becoming irritated with the way Grissom had of ignoring her when Catherine was around. "Like I said outside, it's a big bloody mess," Sara replied more tersly than she had intended. "But the weird thing is the location of the murders."
"What do you mean?" Catherine asked.
"Grissom," Brass interrupted, approaching the group. "I just located the last person to see our victims alive. She's requesting to speak with you."
"Requesting you," Catherine murmured. "This is certainly a first."
"Sara, you and Catherine go ahead upstairs. I'll take care of this," Grissom said as he made his way outside.
"Apparently I'm missing something here," Catherine snapped, causing Grissom to turn around. "I've been here for 15 minutes and all I know is there's been a murder in a big house and it's a big mess."
"Grissom, you coming?" Brass called from outside.
"Cath," he said her name apologetically. Then he offered her a lopsided smile, "Meet you in the Red Room."
****Why did Grissom call Catherine?? Why did the witness request to speak with Grissom?? And what the heck is the Red Room?? This and more in the next Chapter!!!!
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Rating: PG-13
**Summary: .close the door and dim the lights.
**Disclaimer: "I don't have much money but if I did, I buy a big house where Grissom and I could live" in less poetic terms: I'm a poor college student, don't sue ;)
**Author's Note: this idea has been brewing in my head since before Christmas. Now I'm sure some of you are saying "But Juliet, you have about a million stories in progress, why would be so crazy as to start another one?" My answer is this: the idea will not leave me alone. It's been stuck in my head for a long time now begging to come out. This is not to say that my other stories aren't. They are on there way ASAP.
Thank-you's: Gabe-for being you. Joe-for the endless trips to LaRosa's and Mavericks. Eric-I promise we'll make a trip to Atlanta soon!! Mr. Heman-for enriching my life with literature such as Milton's Paradise Lost. And finally to the Graveyard Shifters-thank you for your constant badgering for me to write (you know who you are hehe) and for all our fun chats.you guys are the best!!
**Author's Note #2: I realize that this chapter is a bit odd..the use of the quotes and the general weirdness will all make sense eventually, I promise!! By the way, if you are curious, the title comes from the song Meet You in the Red Room (from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack vol 2). The two quotes are from Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe and Paradise Lost by John Milton.
"You know, this is really going to kill this month's budget on Luminol," Sara muttered as she peered into the strangely decorated room.
"But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet --a deep blood color," Grissom replied, as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. As Sara's funny look, he said, "The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allen Poe. It appears our victim was a fan."
Sara merely nodded her reply, as Grissom began to dial.
"I need you to do me favor," he said into the phone. "Come out to Shangri- La..no the mansion, not the club Catherine...yes I'm dead serious..yes I know it's your night off..fine I owe you dinner..I'll meet you out front in fifteen minutes"
Fifteen minutes later, Catherine pulled up in front of the stately house, the music in her car at top volume.
"So why exactly am I here?" she asked getting out of the car.
"Well my guess would be the huge bloody mess we've got in there," Sara replied gathering some gear out of a Tahoe. "But it's nothing the two of us couldn't have handled."
Catherine nodded, sensing the younger woman's defensiveness. As they entered house's impressive atrium, which was decorated in Gothic style, Catherine murmured, "Now I know why they call this place Shangri-La."
"For Heaven hides nothing from thy view, nor the deep tract of Hell," a voice said from behind them. Catherine whirled around to find herself face to face with Grissom. "So what've got?" she asked, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. "Because I know you didn't wake me up at 2:30 just to quote Milton."
Sara rolled her eyes as a guilty look appeared on Grissom's face. She found herself slowly becoming irritated with the way Grissom had of ignoring her when Catherine was around. "Like I said outside, it's a big bloody mess," Sara replied more tersly than she had intended. "But the weird thing is the location of the murders."
"What do you mean?" Catherine asked.
"Grissom," Brass interrupted, approaching the group. "I just located the last person to see our victims alive. She's requesting to speak with you."
"Requesting you," Catherine murmured. "This is certainly a first."
"Sara, you and Catherine go ahead upstairs. I'll take care of this," Grissom said as he made his way outside.
"Apparently I'm missing something here," Catherine snapped, causing Grissom to turn around. "I've been here for 15 minutes and all I know is there's been a murder in a big house and it's a big mess."
"Grissom, you coming?" Brass called from outside.
"Cath," he said her name apologetically. Then he offered her a lopsided smile, "Meet you in the Red Room."
****Why did Grissom call Catherine?? Why did the witness request to speak with Grissom?? And what the heck is the Red Room?? This and more in the next Chapter!!!!
