Disclaimer.
All characters, except Grissom, are fictional, as are the names of towns
and places mentioned. Any resemblance to existing people or places is
totally coincidental.
***Revised February 6, 2003, I thank everybody who wrote a R/R, already have some great plans to continue the story. I can tell you that this chapter and the one called "Family" indeed are parts of a greater whole. Upcoming chapters will become more comic and action packed. (I don't hope I disappoint readers who more like angst) "On the edge" and "Family" are more of introductions to which characters will play major roles in the continuing story. ***
Frozen feelings part 1 on the edge
Somewhere on route 9, outside Duchess Town, around 21:00 PM
The night was dark and cold; he had not slept very well the day before. His hands felt numb on the steering wheel, as if he held on to a rubber hose with wet fingers. Grissom could not get this feeling out of his head. The first day he got to work after Christmas everyone he talked to, Cat, Warrick, Sara and Nick, they all seemed so different to him.
As if they were strangers. While he drove further into the night, the cars that passed by looked like strange lines of light connected to dark invisible bodies. His mind was a blur. He had seen too many bodies, torn and ripped, mutilated on the weirdest places, in the strangest positions.
"Everything alright Griss?"
Were the last words he remembered spoken to him, who had said it, he could not remember any more.
He drove on instinct with no certain destination on mind.
It has been a week now since he took off for leave from the bureau. His colleagues all thought that he was visiting a relative somewhere in Mississippi.
It had all started when they found 2 little kids, 3 and 4 years of age. Dumped, into a garbage bin. Thrown away like two old dolls. Not to be used anymore. Just to rot away. Useless.
Since that day Grissom found it needful to take a few weeks of. Needed space alone to contemplate.
But all this time the two dead kids were haunting him. It was as if somebody was beating him with a pillow, in front, on top and on both sides of his head. Not a soft feeling but as if the pillow was filled with cold, almost frozen water. Cold and ruthless, annoying.
He felt his hands shaking and realized that he drove too slowly, but not that slow! He gave an abrupt yank on his steering wheel to the right; the cars behind him honked and flashed their lights.
The one directly on his rear pulled his breaks in a loud shriek, in a flash he saw the driver cussing at him with angry eyes behind his wheel before he took up speed again with shrieking tires.
Grissoms car came to a hold but what he didn't realized was that he almost had made a 180 degree spin, and that the road ahead became the road behind.
He put his head on the wheel and was heavily breathing, his heart was pounding fast, he felt like passing out.
'Out of this car!" he thought, "must get out of this car!".
He shifted his body to the left side to the door, forgot his belt, nervously got it off, but when he opened the door he felt the car wobble, his instincts told him to pull his leg back in.
"Omigod!"
In the seconds that he had put his leg outside he didn't feel solid ground! And the corners of his eyes only caught gawking darkness!
"Omigod!" his car was balancing on the edge!
His blood raced through his body, gasping for air, his mouth felt dry like after smoking too much cigarettes. But he had given up smoking for how long he did not remember any more.
God he really had the need to have a drink right now, the cool taste of water, feel its wetness dripping along his chin and neck. The image of the two mutilated kids kept on lingering in his mind. To him it seemed like an eternity that he lay there on his right side covering both seats of his car his head almost touching the handle of the passengers' seat.
His car dangling on the border of life and death. He realized that he only had to sit up into the drivers' side and let gravity do his business.
Every case he ever before witnessed, never had been as gruesome as this case, they called it "the case of the Siamese twins" at office. Details of the crime scene flashed through his head.
Two kids bundled up together like they where tied up in a knot, like they where embracing each other as if they were searching protecting in each others arms, and, My god those eyes! They spoke of some much fear; staring, deprived of all live, hollow like charcoal.
After a while Grissom came to his senses again and had to think how he would get himself out of this mess.
Slowly he tucked in both legs until he was in fetal position; carefully he shoved his whole body to the passengers' side until he felt his back touching the car door. He felt a cool breeze in his neck it was not from fear but the wind blowing through a slit from the window produced by the cars that were passing by.
He felt the car wobble, sucked in air in heavy breaths, and desperately searched with both his hands behind his back for the door handle. A light panic overtook him; he could not find the handle!
Damn it!
The car seemed to wobble more heavily, his feet slipped from the passengers seat and a shoelace from his left foot got stuck to something in the drivers seat!
'Hell!" Never will wear shoes with laces again he cursed to himself!
Finally he got grip on the door handle he moved it aside.
"Damn it!" The door was locked!
Nervously again and again he pulled at it, feeling the car really slipping underneath him, inch by inch.
In a quick move he turned his body, so he could look at the door behind him. In a flash his left hand grabbed the door bolt, unlocked the door, pushed his body through the door that gave way.
The car was still slipping away underneath his body; his shoelace still was caught to that damn something from the seat!
He felt his left foot jerking at his whole body, the car made a strange sound; the starry night sky was above him.
Like a diver he jumped to that sky, there was a cracking sound and his left foot went cold. Felt pain.
The last thing he remembered was that his head hit the hard cold road. A cars break shrieked. Then everything went black...
***Revised February 6, 2003, I thank everybody who wrote a R/R, already have some great plans to continue the story. I can tell you that this chapter and the one called "Family" indeed are parts of a greater whole. Upcoming chapters will become more comic and action packed. (I don't hope I disappoint readers who more like angst) "On the edge" and "Family" are more of introductions to which characters will play major roles in the continuing story. ***
Frozen feelings part 1 on the edge
Somewhere on route 9, outside Duchess Town, around 21:00 PM
The night was dark and cold; he had not slept very well the day before. His hands felt numb on the steering wheel, as if he held on to a rubber hose with wet fingers. Grissom could not get this feeling out of his head. The first day he got to work after Christmas everyone he talked to, Cat, Warrick, Sara and Nick, they all seemed so different to him.
As if they were strangers. While he drove further into the night, the cars that passed by looked like strange lines of light connected to dark invisible bodies. His mind was a blur. He had seen too many bodies, torn and ripped, mutilated on the weirdest places, in the strangest positions.
"Everything alright Griss?"
Were the last words he remembered spoken to him, who had said it, he could not remember any more.
He drove on instinct with no certain destination on mind.
It has been a week now since he took off for leave from the bureau. His colleagues all thought that he was visiting a relative somewhere in Mississippi.
It had all started when they found 2 little kids, 3 and 4 years of age. Dumped, into a garbage bin. Thrown away like two old dolls. Not to be used anymore. Just to rot away. Useless.
Since that day Grissom found it needful to take a few weeks of. Needed space alone to contemplate.
But all this time the two dead kids were haunting him. It was as if somebody was beating him with a pillow, in front, on top and on both sides of his head. Not a soft feeling but as if the pillow was filled with cold, almost frozen water. Cold and ruthless, annoying.
He felt his hands shaking and realized that he drove too slowly, but not that slow! He gave an abrupt yank on his steering wheel to the right; the cars behind him honked and flashed their lights.
The one directly on his rear pulled his breaks in a loud shriek, in a flash he saw the driver cussing at him with angry eyes behind his wheel before he took up speed again with shrieking tires.
Grissoms car came to a hold but what he didn't realized was that he almost had made a 180 degree spin, and that the road ahead became the road behind.
He put his head on the wheel and was heavily breathing, his heart was pounding fast, he felt like passing out.
'Out of this car!" he thought, "must get out of this car!".
He shifted his body to the left side to the door, forgot his belt, nervously got it off, but when he opened the door he felt the car wobble, his instincts told him to pull his leg back in.
"Omigod!"
In the seconds that he had put his leg outside he didn't feel solid ground! And the corners of his eyes only caught gawking darkness!
"Omigod!" his car was balancing on the edge!
His blood raced through his body, gasping for air, his mouth felt dry like after smoking too much cigarettes. But he had given up smoking for how long he did not remember any more.
God he really had the need to have a drink right now, the cool taste of water, feel its wetness dripping along his chin and neck. The image of the two mutilated kids kept on lingering in his mind. To him it seemed like an eternity that he lay there on his right side covering both seats of his car his head almost touching the handle of the passengers' seat.
His car dangling on the border of life and death. He realized that he only had to sit up into the drivers' side and let gravity do his business.
Every case he ever before witnessed, never had been as gruesome as this case, they called it "the case of the Siamese twins" at office. Details of the crime scene flashed through his head.
Two kids bundled up together like they where tied up in a knot, like they where embracing each other as if they were searching protecting in each others arms, and, My god those eyes! They spoke of some much fear; staring, deprived of all live, hollow like charcoal.
After a while Grissom came to his senses again and had to think how he would get himself out of this mess.
Slowly he tucked in both legs until he was in fetal position; carefully he shoved his whole body to the passengers' side until he felt his back touching the car door. He felt a cool breeze in his neck it was not from fear but the wind blowing through a slit from the window produced by the cars that were passing by.
He felt the car wobble, sucked in air in heavy breaths, and desperately searched with both his hands behind his back for the door handle. A light panic overtook him; he could not find the handle!
Damn it!
The car seemed to wobble more heavily, his feet slipped from the passengers seat and a shoelace from his left foot got stuck to something in the drivers seat!
'Hell!" Never will wear shoes with laces again he cursed to himself!
Finally he got grip on the door handle he moved it aside.
"Damn it!" The door was locked!
Nervously again and again he pulled at it, feeling the car really slipping underneath him, inch by inch.
In a quick move he turned his body, so he could look at the door behind him. In a flash his left hand grabbed the door bolt, unlocked the door, pushed his body through the door that gave way.
The car was still slipping away underneath his body; his shoelace still was caught to that damn something from the seat!
He felt his left foot jerking at his whole body, the car made a strange sound; the starry night sky was above him.
Like a diver he jumped to that sky, there was a cracking sound and his left foot went cold. Felt pain.
The last thing he remembered was that his head hit the hard cold road. A cars break shrieked. Then everything went black...