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A/N: God bless school holidays. Thanks for all of the reviews; jhfortier, The Madhatter, MissyJane, Nickluver, Moose and AetherIris. Please keep them coming. They inspire me to write quicker. Any who, here's the next chapter. As usual, R&R and Enjoy!! - Bex
Grissom chose to stay standing with Sara and Brass whilst they interviewed Rosa Walker. She sat on the back of a van near the end of the driveway, shoulders covered with a rug and her skin sickly-pale under her natural tan. Her cheeks were stained with tears, eyes all blood shot and hand shaking. She had tried to calm them by entwining her fingers together, but they continued to shake violently. Catherine sat next to her with an arm rapped around her in support and to give some comfort.
"Mrs Walker," Brass began gently, "We need you to answer a few questions. It would be very helpful if you can answer them. Do you think you can do that?"
She nodded weakly.
"What happened to Indie?" She asked weakly.
Gris looked at Sara, slightly confused by the question.
"The dog," Sara whispered back.
"He's going to be fine. Someone just gave him a dose of anaesthetic, put him to sleep for a bit. He's at a vet now recovering," Brass replied in the same tone he'd used before.
She nodded again and tightened her grip, as she uselessly tried to force her hand to be still.
"Around what time did you arrive here?" Brass asked in the same tone.
"I don't know... 12...No! No! It was 12.18. I remember looking at the clock."
"Did you notice anything unusual?"
"No, nothing. Apart from Indie not barking his head off, everything was fine. Everything was normal. Perfectly normal. Why would anyone do this?" She demanded as she began to break down again. "Why would anyone want to do this to Mr Sinclair? Why? He was such a good man. So good and kind. Why? Why?"
Her tears had gotten the better of her again and she buried her face in her shaking hands. Her breathing was shaky and heavy. Catherine hugged the sobbing woman tighter with her arm.
"It's ok. You're doing really well. It's ok. It's ok," She soothed almost as if she was comforting Lindsey after a nightmare.
Rosa Walker sniffed loudly and wiped her face with her hands.
"Sorry," She apologised.
"Don't be. You're doing great. It's ok. Just take your time."
Mrs Walker offered a tiny smile at Catherine gratefully and brushed away a few more tears.
"You ok now Mrs Walker?" Brass asked gently.
She nodded.
"You sure?"
She nodded again with a bit more strength this time.
"Ok. What can you tell us about Mr Sinclair relationship with his wife?"
"They were happy. Such a lovely couple," She replied in a small voice.
"Did they fight?"
"A bit. Not any more then your average couple. They made up quickly."
"Had Mr Sinclair fallen out with anyone recently? Or had a bad relationship with anyone?"
"No," She replied instantly, then paused. "Actually, yes. Yes he had a few people didn't like him. Mainly because they were jealous of his success. Oh and he had fallen out with his brother."
Grissom looked at Cath. She stared back at him with the same look. The maid had just repeated what Warrick and Nick had found out.
"Do you know what about?" Cath asked the question this time.
She shook her head; "No. It was none of my business, so I didn't ask. Mrs Sinclair always seemed uneasy around Mr Sinclair's brother. Don't blame her. Nasty piece of work, Julian Sinclair," She muttered bitterly. "Nothing like his brother. Looked down on everyone he met. Didn't want them to get married in the first place."
The last remarks shocked the CSIs a bit. Grissom began to get lost deeper in his thoughts. He wondered what the two brothers had fallen out over. He wondered if Jenny Sinclair would know. The beginning of Brass' next question made him tune back in.
"Do you know who has access to the house? Who know the codes? Has a key?"
"Mr and Mrs Sinclair of course. I think his father as well. Umm...Julian maybe," She shook her head, "I'm not sure, sorry."
Sara sighed. This was not going to be easy without talking to the wife. They needed information that Sara was sure that she would know. But where is she?
"Do you know where Mrs Sinclair is?" She decided to ask.
"Um...It's Thursday right? Course it's Thursday, my son had tryouts. Umm...she usually has breakfast with her best friend at the University on a Thursday, before her first class."
"What time is her first class?" Brass has taken over the questioning again.
"Around...around 10.30, I think."
"And what's her best friend's name?"
"I think it's Estella Dickens."
She then looked up suddenly as if something had dawned on her. She stared at each of the faces in front of her carefully, her own a mask with a bit of panic.
"You've...you've..." She swallowed hard. "You have been able to find her? Right? She does know right? Right?"
They said nothing. Rosa Walker began to look more and more worried.
"Oh my...Oh my god.....Mierda! She's...Mierda!" Rosa swore in Spanish.
Her muttering was cut off by the sight of an expensive silver car, which had just pulled up at the end of the driveway. The driver door opened and out got a young woman with long, loose mahogany hair. She was dressed in black slacks with a powder blue shirt, which only had a few buttons done up, revealing the white tank top underneath. She removed her sunglasses and took in her surroundings with her own eyes. She stared at the police cars, the people and the yellow crime scene tap which surrounded the house. She looked hauntingly pale.
"What....what's going on here?" She demanded, trying her best to keep her fear from showing in her voice.
She then noticed the van where the CSIs were with Brass and Rosa Walker. She fixed her panicked eyes on Rosa as she began to walk closer.
"Rosa? Rosa what's going on?"
She didn't like the look on her face. She didn't like the look on the strangers' faces either. It was the same look that she remembered everyone wearing when they told her that her father had died. And it worried her. It petrified her.
"Rosa?" She repeated more urgently, her vision beginning to be blurred with tears. "Rosa? What's going on? Where's...Where's Ethan? Rosa?"
"Oh Mrs Sinclair," Rosa sobbed, "He's...He's...I'm so so sorry."
Jenny Sinclair stopped dead, staring straight at Rosa, as if her words hadn't yet reached her.
"No," She whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. "No," She repeated as the first tear slid down her face. "NO!"
The last word had come out as no more than a whisper, but the silence had turned them into a scream. Jenny Sinclair fell to the ground along with her tears. She buried her head in her hands. Her uncontrollable sobs muffled her words, but Grissom could hear them as clearly as if she'd been standing right next to him.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no....
A/N: What do you think? Go on, give into temptation and hit that little blue button :o)
A/N: God bless school holidays. Thanks for all of the reviews; jhfortier, The Madhatter, MissyJane, Nickluver, Moose and AetherIris. Please keep them coming. They inspire me to write quicker. Any who, here's the next chapter. As usual, R&R and Enjoy!! - Bex
Grissom chose to stay standing with Sara and Brass whilst they interviewed Rosa Walker. She sat on the back of a van near the end of the driveway, shoulders covered with a rug and her skin sickly-pale under her natural tan. Her cheeks were stained with tears, eyes all blood shot and hand shaking. She had tried to calm them by entwining her fingers together, but they continued to shake violently. Catherine sat next to her with an arm rapped around her in support and to give some comfort.
"Mrs Walker," Brass began gently, "We need you to answer a few questions. It would be very helpful if you can answer them. Do you think you can do that?"
She nodded weakly.
"What happened to Indie?" She asked weakly.
Gris looked at Sara, slightly confused by the question.
"The dog," Sara whispered back.
"He's going to be fine. Someone just gave him a dose of anaesthetic, put him to sleep for a bit. He's at a vet now recovering," Brass replied in the same tone he'd used before.
She nodded again and tightened her grip, as she uselessly tried to force her hand to be still.
"Around what time did you arrive here?" Brass asked in the same tone.
"I don't know... 12...No! No! It was 12.18. I remember looking at the clock."
"Did you notice anything unusual?"
"No, nothing. Apart from Indie not barking his head off, everything was fine. Everything was normal. Perfectly normal. Why would anyone do this?" She demanded as she began to break down again. "Why would anyone want to do this to Mr Sinclair? Why? He was such a good man. So good and kind. Why? Why?"
Her tears had gotten the better of her again and she buried her face in her shaking hands. Her breathing was shaky and heavy. Catherine hugged the sobbing woman tighter with her arm.
"It's ok. You're doing really well. It's ok. It's ok," She soothed almost as if she was comforting Lindsey after a nightmare.
Rosa Walker sniffed loudly and wiped her face with her hands.
"Sorry," She apologised.
"Don't be. You're doing great. It's ok. Just take your time."
Mrs Walker offered a tiny smile at Catherine gratefully and brushed away a few more tears.
"You ok now Mrs Walker?" Brass asked gently.
She nodded.
"You sure?"
She nodded again with a bit more strength this time.
"Ok. What can you tell us about Mr Sinclair relationship with his wife?"
"They were happy. Such a lovely couple," She replied in a small voice.
"Did they fight?"
"A bit. Not any more then your average couple. They made up quickly."
"Had Mr Sinclair fallen out with anyone recently? Or had a bad relationship with anyone?"
"No," She replied instantly, then paused. "Actually, yes. Yes he had a few people didn't like him. Mainly because they were jealous of his success. Oh and he had fallen out with his brother."
Grissom looked at Cath. She stared back at him with the same look. The maid had just repeated what Warrick and Nick had found out.
"Do you know what about?" Cath asked the question this time.
She shook her head; "No. It was none of my business, so I didn't ask. Mrs Sinclair always seemed uneasy around Mr Sinclair's brother. Don't blame her. Nasty piece of work, Julian Sinclair," She muttered bitterly. "Nothing like his brother. Looked down on everyone he met. Didn't want them to get married in the first place."
The last remarks shocked the CSIs a bit. Grissom began to get lost deeper in his thoughts. He wondered what the two brothers had fallen out over. He wondered if Jenny Sinclair would know. The beginning of Brass' next question made him tune back in.
"Do you know who has access to the house? Who know the codes? Has a key?"
"Mr and Mrs Sinclair of course. I think his father as well. Umm...Julian maybe," She shook her head, "I'm not sure, sorry."
Sara sighed. This was not going to be easy without talking to the wife. They needed information that Sara was sure that she would know. But where is she?
"Do you know where Mrs Sinclair is?" She decided to ask.
"Um...It's Thursday right? Course it's Thursday, my son had tryouts. Umm...she usually has breakfast with her best friend at the University on a Thursday, before her first class."
"What time is her first class?" Brass has taken over the questioning again.
"Around...around 10.30, I think."
"And what's her best friend's name?"
"I think it's Estella Dickens."
She then looked up suddenly as if something had dawned on her. She stared at each of the faces in front of her carefully, her own a mask with a bit of panic.
"You've...you've..." She swallowed hard. "You have been able to find her? Right? She does know right? Right?"
They said nothing. Rosa Walker began to look more and more worried.
"Oh my...Oh my god.....Mierda! She's...Mierda!" Rosa swore in Spanish.
Her muttering was cut off by the sight of an expensive silver car, which had just pulled up at the end of the driveway. The driver door opened and out got a young woman with long, loose mahogany hair. She was dressed in black slacks with a powder blue shirt, which only had a few buttons done up, revealing the white tank top underneath. She removed her sunglasses and took in her surroundings with her own eyes. She stared at the police cars, the people and the yellow crime scene tap which surrounded the house. She looked hauntingly pale.
"What....what's going on here?" She demanded, trying her best to keep her fear from showing in her voice.
She then noticed the van where the CSIs were with Brass and Rosa Walker. She fixed her panicked eyes on Rosa as she began to walk closer.
"Rosa? Rosa what's going on?"
She didn't like the look on her face. She didn't like the look on the strangers' faces either. It was the same look that she remembered everyone wearing when they told her that her father had died. And it worried her. It petrified her.
"Rosa?" She repeated more urgently, her vision beginning to be blurred with tears. "Rosa? What's going on? Where's...Where's Ethan? Rosa?"
"Oh Mrs Sinclair," Rosa sobbed, "He's...He's...I'm so so sorry."
Jenny Sinclair stopped dead, staring straight at Rosa, as if her words hadn't yet reached her.
"No," She whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. "No," She repeated as the first tear slid down her face. "NO!"
The last word had come out as no more than a whisper, but the silence had turned them into a scream. Jenny Sinclair fell to the ground along with her tears. She buried her head in her hands. Her uncontrollable sobs muffled her words, but Grissom could hear them as clearly as if she'd been standing right next to him.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no....
A/N: What do you think? Go on, give into temptation and hit that little blue button :o)