Thicker Than Water
By Bec
G/C
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Chapter 7
The room was dark, but she knew it was daytime from the way the heavy curtains faintly glowed in the strong sunlight. It made it light enough for her to see the man sitting across the other side of the room, watching them. The two men had not said too much since they had arrived here, wherever 'here' was, but it was enough for her to realise that there was a deep-seated psychological reason for them to do this, and it was a hatred that she could partly understand. They had a problem with a mother that had abandoned them, raised their sister, but had left them in a home and never come back for them. She wondered if her longing for her father would ever have gotten this bad.
She tried to shake her head, still foggy from the chloroform they had used, but she could not move it. When they had tied her down to the chair, they had taped her head to the back of it. She could not see her mother, but she assumed she was just as immobile.
He saw that she was fully awake and he stood, walked slowly towards her as she fought to quell the rising panic inside her. She tried to struggle free, but the sudden shooting pain from her shoulder overwhelmed her and made her nauseous. She was helpless to watch him make his way over to her, staring as he went until he was standing in front of her, grinning. She prayed that Uncle Gil was on his way, that he had worked out where they were and he was coming to save them. She did not want to think she would never see him again.
And then she saw the knife in front of her face, watched it move up, screwed her eyes shut as she felt the tip enter her head just above her left eye. He dragged it sideways so slowly, she could feel the skin splitting as it moved. The gag she was wearing muted her, but she was so desperate to scream out, to get someone to know where they were.
As the first drips of blood blurred her vision, the pain got too much to bear, and she passed into unconsciousness.
Catherine sat down on a stool waiting for Greg to find her results, when she noticed a file on the desktop next to her, the case name matching the one they were working on.
"What about these?" she asked as she flipped over the cover to look inside. Greg's eyes widened and he ran across the lab to take the file, his expression turning to one of panic as Catherine lifted it out of his reach. "Greg?" Her voice was a warning.
"They're Grissom's blood sample results. He said that I wasn't to let anyone see them." He looked away, knowing that he had already said too much that he should not have.
This peaked the investigator's interest. It wasn't just his case. What was he trying to hide?
"Blood came back without a match," she read aloud. "Did you cross-reference it for a relatives match?" She glanced up at him and he looked down at his feet feeling defeated.
"Next page."
She turned the top sheet over and read the results. Then she read them again. Then she finally understood what it was that she was reading and the shock registered on her face. Greg stood frozen to the spot watching her and hoping that he wasn't in trouble. Catherine shut the file and headed towards the door as Greg reached out a hand after her.
"I'll take it to Grissom, Greg. Not a word about this to anyone."
She didn't wait for his answer as she rushed out of the door, turning towards her supervisor's office.
TBC…
