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Here you are folks, chapter 2.
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Chapter 2

Catherine slowly sat down on the lab chair and Greg placed a glass of water in her shaking hand. She was visibly shaken by this extraordinary news but he needed her to calm down so they could sort this mess out. She slowly sipped the water and shuddered as the cold liquid went down her throat. Her eyes unfocused on a distant point and face unnaturally pale Greg was scared.

"Catherine?" he asked softly, trying to get her attention. "Catherine. I know this is. hard, but I need you to sort this out."

"You're right." Setting the glass down on the desk she stood up, a resolute look on her face. "Show me. I want to see her."

"Are you sure?"

"Greg. Show me the body."

Greg led her to the morgue in silence. Her head was spinning and she wanted to be sick but she knew she had to keep together. She had to find out what had happened even though there must have been a reason why Gil kept this from her. No, she corrected herself. Why Gil kept his daughter from her.

Doctor Robbins was slightly reluctant but let Catherine and Greg in. Pulling back the white cloth he heard Catherine gasp.

The young girl looked so peaceful and at rest, like she was asleep. Catherine briefly wondered, wished, that this was simply a nightmare but she knew it was real. She ran her hand down Jessica's cold cheek then entwined her soft, curly brow hair round her fingers. A sob escaped her the tears she desperately tried to fight back rolled down her cheek.

After a moment she looked at Doctor Robbins.

"Cause of death?"

"Catherine, I don't think-"

"Just tell me," she burst out angrier than she had anticipated. "I'm sick of people keeping things from me."

The doctor pulled various photographs out of a folder and handed them to Catherine. She quickly raised a hand to her mouth. The crime scene photos showed that she had been in her house, various shattered ornaments indicating she had put up a good struggle. She closed her eyes and held her breath but the next image would not disappear from her mind's eye. A young girl spread out on the floor in a large pool of blood, numerous stab wounds to her chest. Another of a man a woman, both spread out over the floor with gun shots to the head and chest.

"Foster parents," Catherine said. It was more a statement than a question. "Who was on the case?" Her voice shook and she was still nauseous but she now felt she had something to do.

"Warrick," Greg informed her. Only the three of them in this room knew who the dead body was. Jessica Grissom. And her father had a reason this was a secret.

"We can't pull him off the investigation, he'll only ask questions. Greg, tell him that there wasn't a DNA match. Grissom should be back soon, probably tomorrow morning."

"And what are you going to do Catherine?" asked Doctor Robbins, concerned that she was going to do something stupid and regrettable.

"I'm going to get the sick bastards who did this and put them away for good," she said simply then left leaving Greg and Doctor Robbins stood in silence.

Catherine just managed to get to the toilets in time. There she heaved repeatedly and emptied the contents of her stomach. Sara walked in just in time to hear another retch and quickly walked over to see what was wrong.

"Cath, you okay?"

"Not really," she said quickly before retching again. Even though she had nothing to vomit her body still tried.

"I think you'd better go home."

"No. I need to. I have stuff to do." She ducked her head again and Sara rubbed her back.

"Really, Cath. Go home, you're no good like this, especially if you give this bug to the rest of us."

Catherine laughed inside. 'Bug.' No, the truth was worse.

Slowly she knelt up and stood, shakily. Looking in the mirror she saw an ashen face sharing back at her, shaking involuntarily.

"I'm fine now. Thanks."

Sara could tell she was trying to get her to go but she wanted to make sure she went home and got the rest she needed.

"Are you gonna get home okay?"

"Yeah."

Reluctantly, Sara turned and left. Catherine slumped against the wall, inhaled deeply and tried to steady herself. After washing her hands and face she quickly left.

When she walked into her house Lindsay looked up from her homework.

"Hey mom."

"Hey sweetie," Catherine said weakly and enveloped her in a huge hug, and kissed the top of her head.

"Mom, what's up? What's wrong?" Lindsay asked. She could feel her shaking and her cheek was cold and clammy.

"Nothing. Nothings wrong," Catherine said unconvincingly. "You know I love you don't you, baby."

"Yeah. I love you too mom."
The next day Catherine turned up at work early, but not early enough. Greg come out of the lab and intercepted Catherine on her way to the break room. She groaned, judging by his face Gil already knew.

"He came in this morning and saw Warrick's report left on the table. He saw the photos and everything," Greg almost whispered.

Catherine could feel the nausea coming back again. What a way to find out that your daughter has been murdered.

"What was the report doing on the table?" Catherine felt angry even though she knew she couldn't blame Warrick for something he didn't know.

"I don't know. He'd gone to see if there was a match on the knife used, I think he just forgot it because his shift was over and Nick offered to go for drinks. I think you need to go see him."

Catherine quietly entered Grissom's office. His head was cradled in his hands. As she crossed round behind him she saw a photograph lay down on the table in front of him. A man in glasses had his arm round a beautiful woman holding a small baby.

"Gil." Catherine was unable to think of anything to say that would comfort him. Instead, she knelt down and placed her hands round his. Grissom looked down at her, red eyed from crying.

"Gil, why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly. "You have a wife and a daughter-" she said then cringed.

"Had," he said bluntly.

"I'm so sorry Gil."

"Catherine, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault."

"We are going to do everything possible to track down whoever did this Gil, I promise you. I- I just want to know why you haven't told me about your wife and your child."

"Not here. Now isn't really the time or the place."

At that moment Warrick burst in the office.

"Hey, Griss. I think I left a report in the break- have I interrupted something?"

A quick glance at Catherine told Grissom that Warrick didn't know about Jessica.

"Which report?" Grissom said quickly as he stood to follow Warrick out of the office. "This one?" He handed over the folder. Warrick nodded appreciatively then left quickly before Grissom reprimanded him for leaving files lying around.

"Gil?

"I told you. Not now."

"Then when?" Catherine's temper rose uncontrollably despite her best efforts to bite her tongue.

Grissom looked around to find all his team and the lab technicians watching.

"Catherine, I said not now."

Grissom's tone scared Catherine. The dangerousness and warning in his voice that she had never heard from him before.
TBC.
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