Chapter 5: Order among Chaos
After the CSIs had left Tala went to Mist's stall. She gently reached up and rubbed the velvety muzzle that had been lowered to greet her. Mist was and always would be her favorite horse. On her 14th birthday Tala's parents had given her the permission to breed any two horses she wanted, and the foal would be hers. Tala had picked Free and another mare Out of the Mist who also sported awesome bloodlines, and was well proven on the track, but even more so in passing down good traits of herself and the sire to her offspring. When Tala began training Mist she knew right away that Mist was a racehorse, he was aggressive, and fast, but he had a willingness to run that she had never seen in any other horse. Now as she sat in front of him, his gentle side showed through. He lowered his muzzle and gently rubbed her with his large friendly nose.
"Oh Mist what am I supposed to do? I'm so lost. Two people have died, and it seems that it's all my fault. They lost their lives so that someone could get to me. I don't know who it could be, and that's what scares me. I already lost one horse; I don't think I can bear to loose another. You guys are my life. I don't know how I could live without any of you." Tala spoke in a hushed voice to her gentle companion. Although Mist couldn't understand what she was saying, he seemed to know what she was feeling, and nickered softly as if to comfort her. "Mind if I join you?" She asked. Tala then opened the door to the stall and wheeled in, fighting hard against the bedding of the stall. Mist then lay down and Tala lifted herself onto the ground next to him. Taking comfort in the warmth radiating off the horse, she curled up and soon fell asleep. She awoke to the sound of a gunshot.
Tala tried to untangle her legs and get herself into her chair, but it seemed that it was taking forever. When she finally got herself out of the stall she quickly wheeled in the direction she had heard the shot come from. Then she saw a prone form at the end of the long hallway. She quickened her pace. When she was close enough to make out the person she gasped, and almost fell out of her chair.
"DAD!!!" She yelled her heart, pounding a hundred miles per hour, seemed as if it was going to burst from her chest. When she saw him move a little bit, she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "Dad? Hold on dad I'm going to call an ambulance." She quickly pulled out her cell phone and for the second time that day called 911.
At CSI headquarters, Grissom was sitting at his desk surrounded by his ordered chaos he called his office, reading intently, that he didn't notice Sara walk in.
"Grissom?" She said. When he didn't look up she said it a little louder figuring that he was deep in thought. "Gris?" He looked up quickly with a look of surprise.
"Oh, Sara, you startled me, I didn't hear you come in," He said a bit sheepishly, but under that innocent look was there a trace of fear? The look passed as quickly as it had come and Sara shook it off as her imagination.
"Yeah well I was just checking in to see if you need me to do anything before I life." She replied with a look that was begging for work.
"Sorry Sara, all I'm doing is making up a list of possible suspects for the double murder, I think I can handle it, go home and get some rest, and then come in early tonight, I will have something for you to do then." He answered
"Alright! I'll be here," She turned and left, and Grissom let out a sigh of relief. It was getting harder and harder to hide his problem, but he was determined not to tell anyone until it was absolutely necessary. His mind inadvertently turned to Tala Cale, a smart, funny, happy person who also happened to have a sever disability. 'Why am I so afraid of this?' he asked himself. 'It's not because I'm afraid of loosing my job; I know that I will keep it; I know I can get by. I know how to sign; all that I would have to do is learn how read lips, and that's not terribly hard.' He shook his head 'Stop fooling yourself Gil Grissom, you're scared.' He looked down at his list once more, and remembered something that he had told the principal of the deaf school, "You don't need to hear or speak to communicate... or commit murder." "Well I guess that applies to walking too. You don't need to be able to walk to ride a horse.or commit murder" He said out loud, if only to hear his own voice.
After the CSIs had left Tala went to Mist's stall. She gently reached up and rubbed the velvety muzzle that had been lowered to greet her. Mist was and always would be her favorite horse. On her 14th birthday Tala's parents had given her the permission to breed any two horses she wanted, and the foal would be hers. Tala had picked Free and another mare Out of the Mist who also sported awesome bloodlines, and was well proven on the track, but even more so in passing down good traits of herself and the sire to her offspring. When Tala began training Mist she knew right away that Mist was a racehorse, he was aggressive, and fast, but he had a willingness to run that she had never seen in any other horse. Now as she sat in front of him, his gentle side showed through. He lowered his muzzle and gently rubbed her with his large friendly nose.
"Oh Mist what am I supposed to do? I'm so lost. Two people have died, and it seems that it's all my fault. They lost their lives so that someone could get to me. I don't know who it could be, and that's what scares me. I already lost one horse; I don't think I can bear to loose another. You guys are my life. I don't know how I could live without any of you." Tala spoke in a hushed voice to her gentle companion. Although Mist couldn't understand what she was saying, he seemed to know what she was feeling, and nickered softly as if to comfort her. "Mind if I join you?" She asked. Tala then opened the door to the stall and wheeled in, fighting hard against the bedding of the stall. Mist then lay down and Tala lifted herself onto the ground next to him. Taking comfort in the warmth radiating off the horse, she curled up and soon fell asleep. She awoke to the sound of a gunshot.
Tala tried to untangle her legs and get herself into her chair, but it seemed that it was taking forever. When she finally got herself out of the stall she quickly wheeled in the direction she had heard the shot come from. Then she saw a prone form at the end of the long hallway. She quickened her pace. When she was close enough to make out the person she gasped, and almost fell out of her chair.
"DAD!!!" She yelled her heart, pounding a hundred miles per hour, seemed as if it was going to burst from her chest. When she saw him move a little bit, she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "Dad? Hold on dad I'm going to call an ambulance." She quickly pulled out her cell phone and for the second time that day called 911.
At CSI headquarters, Grissom was sitting at his desk surrounded by his ordered chaos he called his office, reading intently, that he didn't notice Sara walk in.
"Grissom?" She said. When he didn't look up she said it a little louder figuring that he was deep in thought. "Gris?" He looked up quickly with a look of surprise.
"Oh, Sara, you startled me, I didn't hear you come in," He said a bit sheepishly, but under that innocent look was there a trace of fear? The look passed as quickly as it had come and Sara shook it off as her imagination.
"Yeah well I was just checking in to see if you need me to do anything before I life." She replied with a look that was begging for work.
"Sorry Sara, all I'm doing is making up a list of possible suspects for the double murder, I think I can handle it, go home and get some rest, and then come in early tonight, I will have something for you to do then." He answered
"Alright! I'll be here," She turned and left, and Grissom let out a sigh of relief. It was getting harder and harder to hide his problem, but he was determined not to tell anyone until it was absolutely necessary. His mind inadvertently turned to Tala Cale, a smart, funny, happy person who also happened to have a sever disability. 'Why am I so afraid of this?' he asked himself. 'It's not because I'm afraid of loosing my job; I know that I will keep it; I know I can get by. I know how to sign; all that I would have to do is learn how read lips, and that's not terribly hard.' He shook his head 'Stop fooling yourself Gil Grissom, you're scared.' He looked down at his list once more, and remembered something that he had told the principal of the deaf school, "You don't need to hear or speak to communicate... or commit murder." "Well I guess that applies to walking too. You don't need to be able to walk to ride a horse.or commit murder" He said out loud, if only to hear his own voice.