"Search for the Truth" part 2
By Rita Widmer
All important info is in the prologue. Thanks for all feedback!
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"Hey Brass, what's going on? I just saw Grissom leave with the ambulance," said Warrick walking up to the older man, where he stood by the door.
"Grissom is staying at the victim's side. He wants to get as much information about and from the victim as possible. The victim was shot three times: twice in the chest and once in the arm," answered Brass wanting to leave out the victim's name until after they done apartment.
Warrick turned to look at Nick. Something did not seem right about the whole scene. One look at Brass told him that he was not going to get any more information from him.
"Any witnesses?" asked Warrick.
"The landlady had heard the shots from her room. She's a little hysterical after walking in on the crime scene and seeing the victim. Nick, why don't I take you to the landlady, and Warrick check out the apartment."
Warrick shook his head as he walked into the building. He knew he was not being told the whole story about the scene. He figured if it was important for him to know he would have been told.
Walking into the apartment, he noticed blood spatter on two of the walls, and then on the floor to his left was a blood spot in the rug. Actually that was only the beginning of the blood. From one blood spatter was a line leading to the final resting spot were the most significant blood spatter areas.
He started out where her purse lay so he could follow her path in the room. The objects of the purse were scattered all over the floor near the blood spot. The phone lay a little distance away from that like it had been set aside.
After dusting and checking for other evidence on the table where her purse lay he moved over to the far wall where he assumed she went first. Dodged into the wall were two bullets. There was not much gun residue so he figured she was further away from the wall, and may have fallen against it or was pushed back by the attacker.
The height of the blood spatter proved that she must have been pushed. She would have to be extremely tall to fall to the ground with her chest and arms that high up. Gathering a blood sample and taking photographs, he then moved onto the next spot.
Here another bullet was dodged into the wall. This time though blood spatter was much closer to ground like she had fallen back, but the bullet was lying higher then it.
'Maybe she had tried to go after the guy when he had turned his back to her trying to escape. Her fight to get to the purse is proof enough that she doesn't easily give up.'
He looked at the blood spatter closer and saw hand streaks in it where she had pushed herself slightly up from the ground. He followed the line of blood spots back to where her purse lay.
Saving the phone for last he went through all the other objects that had fallen out of the purse. Finding a wallet, he opened it up to find the last person he expected to see, Catherine Willows.
He picked up the phone, and it was confirmed. It was Catherine's phone, and the last number called was to Grissom at the office.
'No wonder he was able to beat us here.'
Anger was rising in him as he stood staring at the evidence that his friend was the victim. Without thinking, he ran out of the building looking for Brass. Finally finding him, Warrick stood in Brass' space as he confronted him.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
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Gil looked up at the medic's as they prepared to revive her. Something told him she needed more encouragement then just their machines. He leaned down so his mouth was right near her ear. He hoped that she could hear him as he tried to bring her back to him.
"Come on, Catherine, fight. We need you here on Earth. Lindsey loves you, and she needs her mother. She's already lost her father, she can't loose you too."
Still no sign of her coming back to him so he went on. "Not only does Lindsey need you, but so do I. You're the yin to my yang, you're my other half, and I don't know how to survive life without you in and out of work."
Gil moved away, and put his head in his hands as he tried to keep his feeling under control in front of the medics who were still trying to revive her. As they all were about to give up hope, the beeping stopped and there was again a heartbeat in Catherine, though very slow.
He could feel his heart beating again, and at once leaned over to whisper in her ear again. All he could think of to say was a simple, "Thank you." Then he prepared himself for a hellish ride to the hospital.
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Nick felt the need to step in between Brass and Warrick. He turned to Warrick and asked him what didn't Brass tell them.
Warrick never looked at Nick as he answered his question. "He never told us the victim was Catherine."
It was Nick's turn icy eyes upon Brass, but Brass only stepped away. Not letting either get to him. "If I had told you before you went to analyze the apartment your emotions would have taken over all rationale. I wanted you to go in there like it was just any other crime scene. Nick, lets go find out what the landlady was able to find out about renter. Warrick get back to the apartment, and finish going over the area."
Nick and Brass watched as Warrick walked back into the apartment. They followed a moment later to find the landlady. They met up with her in her office. She now looked more excited as she had information that could help them solve their case.
"Here's all the information I gathered on the renter before allowing him in."
"Thank you, ma'am," answered Brass as he started to shift through the papers. The name of the renter shocked him, and he had to read it over and over again to make sure he was reading it right.
"What is it?" asked Nick.
"It's Eddie Willows."
TBC...
By Rita Widmer
All important info is in the prologue. Thanks for all feedback!
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"Hey Brass, what's going on? I just saw Grissom leave with the ambulance," said Warrick walking up to the older man, where he stood by the door.
"Grissom is staying at the victim's side. He wants to get as much information about and from the victim as possible. The victim was shot three times: twice in the chest and once in the arm," answered Brass wanting to leave out the victim's name until after they done apartment.
Warrick turned to look at Nick. Something did not seem right about the whole scene. One look at Brass told him that he was not going to get any more information from him.
"Any witnesses?" asked Warrick.
"The landlady had heard the shots from her room. She's a little hysterical after walking in on the crime scene and seeing the victim. Nick, why don't I take you to the landlady, and Warrick check out the apartment."
Warrick shook his head as he walked into the building. He knew he was not being told the whole story about the scene. He figured if it was important for him to know he would have been told.
Walking into the apartment, he noticed blood spatter on two of the walls, and then on the floor to his left was a blood spot in the rug. Actually that was only the beginning of the blood. From one blood spatter was a line leading to the final resting spot were the most significant blood spatter areas.
He started out where her purse lay so he could follow her path in the room. The objects of the purse were scattered all over the floor near the blood spot. The phone lay a little distance away from that like it had been set aside.
After dusting and checking for other evidence on the table where her purse lay he moved over to the far wall where he assumed she went first. Dodged into the wall were two bullets. There was not much gun residue so he figured she was further away from the wall, and may have fallen against it or was pushed back by the attacker.
The height of the blood spatter proved that she must have been pushed. She would have to be extremely tall to fall to the ground with her chest and arms that high up. Gathering a blood sample and taking photographs, he then moved onto the next spot.
Here another bullet was dodged into the wall. This time though blood spatter was much closer to ground like she had fallen back, but the bullet was lying higher then it.
'Maybe she had tried to go after the guy when he had turned his back to her trying to escape. Her fight to get to the purse is proof enough that she doesn't easily give up.'
He looked at the blood spatter closer and saw hand streaks in it where she had pushed herself slightly up from the ground. He followed the line of blood spots back to where her purse lay.
Saving the phone for last he went through all the other objects that had fallen out of the purse. Finding a wallet, he opened it up to find the last person he expected to see, Catherine Willows.
He picked up the phone, and it was confirmed. It was Catherine's phone, and the last number called was to Grissom at the office.
'No wonder he was able to beat us here.'
Anger was rising in him as he stood staring at the evidence that his friend was the victim. Without thinking, he ran out of the building looking for Brass. Finally finding him, Warrick stood in Brass' space as he confronted him.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
**************************************
Gil looked up at the medic's as they prepared to revive her. Something told him she needed more encouragement then just their machines. He leaned down so his mouth was right near her ear. He hoped that she could hear him as he tried to bring her back to him.
"Come on, Catherine, fight. We need you here on Earth. Lindsey loves you, and she needs her mother. She's already lost her father, she can't loose you too."
Still no sign of her coming back to him so he went on. "Not only does Lindsey need you, but so do I. You're the yin to my yang, you're my other half, and I don't know how to survive life without you in and out of work."
Gil moved away, and put his head in his hands as he tried to keep his feeling under control in front of the medics who were still trying to revive her. As they all were about to give up hope, the beeping stopped and there was again a heartbeat in Catherine, though very slow.
He could feel his heart beating again, and at once leaned over to whisper in her ear again. All he could think of to say was a simple, "Thank you." Then he prepared himself for a hellish ride to the hospital.
*************************************
Nick felt the need to step in between Brass and Warrick. He turned to Warrick and asked him what didn't Brass tell them.
Warrick never looked at Nick as he answered his question. "He never told us the victim was Catherine."
It was Nick's turn icy eyes upon Brass, but Brass only stepped away. Not letting either get to him. "If I had told you before you went to analyze the apartment your emotions would have taken over all rationale. I wanted you to go in there like it was just any other crime scene. Nick, lets go find out what the landlady was able to find out about renter. Warrick get back to the apartment, and finish going over the area."
Nick and Brass watched as Warrick walked back into the apartment. They followed a moment later to find the landlady. They met up with her in her office. She now looked more excited as she had information that could help them solve their case.
"Here's all the information I gathered on the renter before allowing him in."
"Thank you, ma'am," answered Brass as he started to shift through the papers. The name of the renter shocked him, and he had to read it over and over again to make sure he was reading it right.
"What is it?" asked Nick.
"It's Eddie Willows."
TBC...
