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A/N: Hey. Thank you for all of the reviews; A Bloom, loco, jhfortier, AetherIris and JMNchik21.You guys rock!! I'm in a very good mood, because A) It's Easter so lent is over and I can eat chocolate and B) Chocolate makes me happy! Some of you have pointed out that there hasn't been that much romance yet, well nothing major at least, so I promise now that in the next chapter there will be. I'm just not going to tell you who yet ;o) Well with out anymore waffling, here it is. R&R and ENJOY!!! Happy Easter - Bex
Grissom sat in his office, tapping his pen impatiently against his desk. Glancing at the phone, he tried to will it to rind. He needed to know if Greg had found out what the mysterious powder is. He needed Catherine to ring to say she'd found something else. He needed someone to tell him that they had found Edmund Rebus or Estella Dickens, or even Julian Sinclair. He needed something. And still he couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that he was over looking something.
A tap on the door saved him from his urge to go over all the files again for the tenth time.
"Come in."
Sara poked her head around the door and gave Grissom a small smile. He took off his glasses and returned the smile slightly.
"I've just dropped off the sleeping tablets to Greg. I've also talked to the document expert. He confirms that the suicide letter wasn't written by Ethan Sinclair. Also he thinks that he maybe able to find the forger. Have you been able to contact the wits yet?"
"Nope. Nor do we know what the powder in the glass is."
"But something else is bothering you though isn't it?" She stated after inspecting his face.
"I can't shake the feeling that we're missing something. Something Important," He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Don't worry Gris. We'll find it. We always do."
He couldn't help but smile slightly at this. He passed her over a file and she began to flick through it. The silence was broken by the phone.
"Grissom...uhum...ok," He hung up and turned to Sara, "Apparently Miss Dickens has just arrived at reception."
"I'll bring her to the interview room if you want?" Sara offered.
"Ok."
Sara walked out of his office and down the corridor to reception. She asked the receptionist where she could find Estella Dickens and she pointed at a blond girl who sat on a chair in the corner.
"Miss Dickens?" Sara called.
The girl gave no response.
"Miss Dickens?" Sara repeated a bit louder this time.
Still she received no response. She walked closer to the girl, who was still staring absent-mindedly at the floor.
"Estella Dickens?" Sara asked touching the girl's should gently.
The girl's head snapped up and she stared at Sara with a blank expression.
"Miss Dickens? I'm Sara Sidle."
She continued to give her blank look for a couple of minutes and then nodded. Sara gave her a confused look as she tried to work out why she wasn't answering her. The girl saw this and grabbed a pen and paper out of her bag. She scribbled something down and handed it to Sara. Sara read it carefully: 'Yes I'm Estella Dickens. I can't hear or talk to you. I'm a Deaf-mute.'
Sara looked up from the writing at Estella. Estella smiled slightly and pointed at her throat and ears, the shook her head slightly, as if to say 'see'.
"Great! Just leave out the fact that she's a deaf-mute. Thanks Gris!" She muttered.
Estella grabbed the paper from Sara. Her angry writing reflected her face. She then thrust it back into Sara's hand. As Sara read it, she could just imagine the pissed off tone of Estella's voice if she could speak: 'Look, I may be Deaf, but I can lip read. I'm not stupid you know!'
"Alright," Sara said taken a bit back. "Can you...follow me?"
She spoke slowly and quiet loudly for some reason she wasn't sure of and sheepishly handed the paper back to Miss Dickens. Estella put it back into her bag and indicated in front of her as if to say 'lead the way'. Sara led her back down the corridor to the interview room. They walked in to find Grissom already waiting for them.
"Hello Miss Dickens, I'm Gil Grissom," He signed the greeting as he spoke it.
Some of the annoyance on Estella's face fell away. She looked happier when she signed her reply.
"Please sit down," Grissom signed the words whilst he talked.
Grissom and Miss Dickens sat down opposite each other. Sara decided to sit down next to Gris, but to observe the interview. She decided that it was best to leave the 'talking' to him.
"You do know why you're here Miss Dickens?"
She nodded.
'Jenny didn't do it you know.'
Grissom repeated what she signed slowly in words, so Estella could see that he wasn't changing anything.
"We're just trying to confirm that. What did you do today?"
'Got up, washed, dressed and went to the university. Met up with Jen and had breakfast with her in the café. I left her around 10.15 and went to my class.'
"What did you do after your class?"
'I went out with,' She paused for a moment, 'a friend.'
"Your boyfriend?"
She gave Grissom a look which said 'how do you know about that?'.
'Yes.'
"According to Mrs Sinclair's list, you have a key and know the codes to her house."
'Yes. I feed and look after their dog, Indie, when they go away.'
"What was Mrs Sinclair relationship like with her husband?"
'They were happy.'
"Did they ever fight?"
'A bit.'
"What about?"
'He wanted to start a family. She wasn't ready. He had no patience and liked to seize the moment. Good for business, not always good for relationships.'
"What was your relationship with him like?"
She paused for a moment as if she was thinking about her answer. Grissom took this time to study her. Unlike her best friend, she didn't make any eyes contact with him. Nor did she analyse him as well. But he did notice that each of her fingernails were manicured and perfectly polished. Women who could talk always spent a lot of time look after their face and dressed it up in make-up, because when they talk, people focuses on their face. But it's different for mutes and the deaf, for when they talk, people focuses on their hands.
'He was nice. Very charming and successful. Jen loved him and he seemed to love her. But... I never really knew if he was worth it all.'
"Worth what?" Grissom was confused by her answer.
'All the prejudice and judgement she went through, that she's still going through for marrying him. No one from his world accepted her as an equal. No one accepted that they were marrying for love. Everyone said that she was after his money. Everyone treated her like dirt behind her back. I won't be able to handle it.'
Grissom considered her answer. Then something he had been considering suddenly made perfect sense. But he was not sure if he believed it. He decided not to say anything whilst he was signing the next question.
'Do you know where Edmund Rebus is?'
'Why would I know where Ed i...' She stopped and looked away guiltily.
"Gris what's going on? What did you ask her? What did she say?" Sara asked confused and worried by Grissom's silence.
Grissom didn't say anything. He just continued to stare at Estella with dark eyes. Suddenly he thumbed the table between them very hard. The noise made Sara jump and stared at him bewildered, but it was the vibrations which caused Estella to look at him.
'How long have you been having an affair with him?' His hands demanded.
'5 months. It's not what you think. He loves me, he really does,' She signed franticly and Gris could almost hear her saying the words. 'We just kept it quiet, because otherwise he would have been fired, even though he's not my teacher. I graduate in a few months time. Then it'll be ok.'
'So where is he?'
'I don't know, honest. I met up with him around 11.50, after his class. We went to lunch and I left him around 4. Then I came here. I think he went to see his lawyer.'
She looked at him desperately.
'Please don't say anything. Please.'
"Gris, what's going on? What are you saying?" Sara demanded.
"It's not important," He replied simply and stood up. "I need to talk to Brass, see if he's been able to find Professor Rebus."
And with that, he walked out of the room. Sara watched him, confused and annoyed at the fact that she didn't know what was going on. She stared at Estella, wishing for a few minutes that she could talk and tell her. Estella regarded her with worried eyes and then pulled out her pen and paper. She quickly wrote something down and slid the paper across to Sara: 'Can you do me a favour please?'
Sara was about to write her answer, but remembered that she could lip read. She met Estella's eye and talked slowly and carefully as she answered.
"Depends what it is."
Estella took the paper back and wrote something else down underneath the last: 'Can you give this to Jenny for me?'
She let Sara read the note, then placed a text book on Forensic Science and some photocopied sheets of writing on the table. She then took back the paper, wrote down something else, and handed it back: 'She left her book in the library. And I got some notes for her from the class she missed. Please, she needs something to take her mind off this. She has a test in 2 weeks. Please?'
Sara met Estella's eyes, which reflected the pleas in her writing. Before she could answer, Grissom walked back in. He made sure Miss Dickens could see him before say and signing the next thing.
"You can go now Miss Dickens. We may contact you again if we need to."
'Ok. That's good, I need a smoke.'
She turned to Sara with pleading eyes. Sara just nodded in answer. Estella smiled and mouthed something slowly so Sara could understand it; 'Thank you'. After she left, Sara turned to Grissom.
"Now are you going to tell me what you were talking about?"
But Grissom didn't answer. He simply left the room and walked back into his office.
"Grissom!" She called after him, but it was pointless.
She sighed in frustration and looked at the book and notes. Slowly, she picked them up and head off towards the cells.
A/N: So what do you think? Go on. Hit the little blue button. Make its Easter! Lol! :o)
A/N: Hey. Thank you for all of the reviews; A Bloom, loco, jhfortier, AetherIris and JMNchik21.You guys rock!! I'm in a very good mood, because A) It's Easter so lent is over and I can eat chocolate and B) Chocolate makes me happy! Some of you have pointed out that there hasn't been that much romance yet, well nothing major at least, so I promise now that in the next chapter there will be. I'm just not going to tell you who yet ;o) Well with out anymore waffling, here it is. R&R and ENJOY!!! Happy Easter - Bex
Grissom sat in his office, tapping his pen impatiently against his desk. Glancing at the phone, he tried to will it to rind. He needed to know if Greg had found out what the mysterious powder is. He needed Catherine to ring to say she'd found something else. He needed someone to tell him that they had found Edmund Rebus or Estella Dickens, or even Julian Sinclair. He needed something. And still he couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that he was over looking something.
A tap on the door saved him from his urge to go over all the files again for the tenth time.
"Come in."
Sara poked her head around the door and gave Grissom a small smile. He took off his glasses and returned the smile slightly.
"I've just dropped off the sleeping tablets to Greg. I've also talked to the document expert. He confirms that the suicide letter wasn't written by Ethan Sinclair. Also he thinks that he maybe able to find the forger. Have you been able to contact the wits yet?"
"Nope. Nor do we know what the powder in the glass is."
"But something else is bothering you though isn't it?" She stated after inspecting his face.
"I can't shake the feeling that we're missing something. Something Important," He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Don't worry Gris. We'll find it. We always do."
He couldn't help but smile slightly at this. He passed her over a file and she began to flick through it. The silence was broken by the phone.
"Grissom...uhum...ok," He hung up and turned to Sara, "Apparently Miss Dickens has just arrived at reception."
"I'll bring her to the interview room if you want?" Sara offered.
"Ok."
Sara walked out of his office and down the corridor to reception. She asked the receptionist where she could find Estella Dickens and she pointed at a blond girl who sat on a chair in the corner.
"Miss Dickens?" Sara called.
The girl gave no response.
"Miss Dickens?" Sara repeated a bit louder this time.
Still she received no response. She walked closer to the girl, who was still staring absent-mindedly at the floor.
"Estella Dickens?" Sara asked touching the girl's should gently.
The girl's head snapped up and she stared at Sara with a blank expression.
"Miss Dickens? I'm Sara Sidle."
She continued to give her blank look for a couple of minutes and then nodded. Sara gave her a confused look as she tried to work out why she wasn't answering her. The girl saw this and grabbed a pen and paper out of her bag. She scribbled something down and handed it to Sara. Sara read it carefully: 'Yes I'm Estella Dickens. I can't hear or talk to you. I'm a Deaf-mute.'
Sara looked up from the writing at Estella. Estella smiled slightly and pointed at her throat and ears, the shook her head slightly, as if to say 'see'.
"Great! Just leave out the fact that she's a deaf-mute. Thanks Gris!" She muttered.
Estella grabbed the paper from Sara. Her angry writing reflected her face. She then thrust it back into Sara's hand. As Sara read it, she could just imagine the pissed off tone of Estella's voice if she could speak: 'Look, I may be Deaf, but I can lip read. I'm not stupid you know!'
"Alright," Sara said taken a bit back. "Can you...follow me?"
She spoke slowly and quiet loudly for some reason she wasn't sure of and sheepishly handed the paper back to Miss Dickens. Estella put it back into her bag and indicated in front of her as if to say 'lead the way'. Sara led her back down the corridor to the interview room. They walked in to find Grissom already waiting for them.
"Hello Miss Dickens, I'm Gil Grissom," He signed the greeting as he spoke it.
Some of the annoyance on Estella's face fell away. She looked happier when she signed her reply.
"Please sit down," Grissom signed the words whilst he talked.
Grissom and Miss Dickens sat down opposite each other. Sara decided to sit down next to Gris, but to observe the interview. She decided that it was best to leave the 'talking' to him.
"You do know why you're here Miss Dickens?"
She nodded.
'Jenny didn't do it you know.'
Grissom repeated what she signed slowly in words, so Estella could see that he wasn't changing anything.
"We're just trying to confirm that. What did you do today?"
'Got up, washed, dressed and went to the university. Met up with Jen and had breakfast with her in the café. I left her around 10.15 and went to my class.'
"What did you do after your class?"
'I went out with,' She paused for a moment, 'a friend.'
"Your boyfriend?"
She gave Grissom a look which said 'how do you know about that?'.
'Yes.'
"According to Mrs Sinclair's list, you have a key and know the codes to her house."
'Yes. I feed and look after their dog, Indie, when they go away.'
"What was Mrs Sinclair relationship like with her husband?"
'They were happy.'
"Did they ever fight?"
'A bit.'
"What about?"
'He wanted to start a family. She wasn't ready. He had no patience and liked to seize the moment. Good for business, not always good for relationships.'
"What was your relationship with him like?"
She paused for a moment as if she was thinking about her answer. Grissom took this time to study her. Unlike her best friend, she didn't make any eyes contact with him. Nor did she analyse him as well. But he did notice that each of her fingernails were manicured and perfectly polished. Women who could talk always spent a lot of time look after their face and dressed it up in make-up, because when they talk, people focuses on their face. But it's different for mutes and the deaf, for when they talk, people focuses on their hands.
'He was nice. Very charming and successful. Jen loved him and he seemed to love her. But... I never really knew if he was worth it all.'
"Worth what?" Grissom was confused by her answer.
'All the prejudice and judgement she went through, that she's still going through for marrying him. No one from his world accepted her as an equal. No one accepted that they were marrying for love. Everyone said that she was after his money. Everyone treated her like dirt behind her back. I won't be able to handle it.'
Grissom considered her answer. Then something he had been considering suddenly made perfect sense. But he was not sure if he believed it. He decided not to say anything whilst he was signing the next question.
'Do you know where Edmund Rebus is?'
'Why would I know where Ed i...' She stopped and looked away guiltily.
"Gris what's going on? What did you ask her? What did she say?" Sara asked confused and worried by Grissom's silence.
Grissom didn't say anything. He just continued to stare at Estella with dark eyes. Suddenly he thumbed the table between them very hard. The noise made Sara jump and stared at him bewildered, but it was the vibrations which caused Estella to look at him.
'How long have you been having an affair with him?' His hands demanded.
'5 months. It's not what you think. He loves me, he really does,' She signed franticly and Gris could almost hear her saying the words. 'We just kept it quiet, because otherwise he would have been fired, even though he's not my teacher. I graduate in a few months time. Then it'll be ok.'
'So where is he?'
'I don't know, honest. I met up with him around 11.50, after his class. We went to lunch and I left him around 4. Then I came here. I think he went to see his lawyer.'
She looked at him desperately.
'Please don't say anything. Please.'
"Gris, what's going on? What are you saying?" Sara demanded.
"It's not important," He replied simply and stood up. "I need to talk to Brass, see if he's been able to find Professor Rebus."
And with that, he walked out of the room. Sara watched him, confused and annoyed at the fact that she didn't know what was going on. She stared at Estella, wishing for a few minutes that she could talk and tell her. Estella regarded her with worried eyes and then pulled out her pen and paper. She quickly wrote something down and slid the paper across to Sara: 'Can you do me a favour please?'
Sara was about to write her answer, but remembered that she could lip read. She met Estella's eye and talked slowly and carefully as she answered.
"Depends what it is."
Estella took the paper back and wrote something else down underneath the last: 'Can you give this to Jenny for me?'
She let Sara read the note, then placed a text book on Forensic Science and some photocopied sheets of writing on the table. She then took back the paper, wrote down something else, and handed it back: 'She left her book in the library. And I got some notes for her from the class she missed. Please, she needs something to take her mind off this. She has a test in 2 weeks. Please?'
Sara met Estella's eyes, which reflected the pleas in her writing. Before she could answer, Grissom walked back in. He made sure Miss Dickens could see him before say and signing the next thing.
"You can go now Miss Dickens. We may contact you again if we need to."
'Ok. That's good, I need a smoke.'
She turned to Sara with pleading eyes. Sara just nodded in answer. Estella smiled and mouthed something slowly so Sara could understand it; 'Thank you'. After she left, Sara turned to Grissom.
"Now are you going to tell me what you were talking about?"
But Grissom didn't answer. He simply left the room and walked back into his office.
"Grissom!" She called after him, but it was pointless.
She sighed in frustration and looked at the book and notes. Slowly, she picked them up and head off towards the cells.
A/N: So what do you think? Go on. Hit the little blue button. Make its Easter! Lol! :o)