And she watched her sleep. Beneath covers, flecked in stars, on a midnight blue background; and Cath hope she's dreaming.
She closed the door behind her, watching the sliver of light across her daughters face decrease, until it dissipates entirely.
And now, her face is only illuminated by the soft glow from the outside lights.
Cath watched her; not out of fear for the present or past, but fear of the future.
And not the fear that eventually her daughter would be a teenager, and one day she would not be able to protect her.
She went through those fears before Lindsey even had a name
Before she felt the warmth inside of her.
She feared for a different reason. 'Genetic predisposition,' – that was what Grissom had purposely called it on a case.
And that….description struck so close to home.
As women in her family, had a tendency to die of Cancer.
And she feared that maybe, she have dealt her daughter a card of something destructive.
But it wasn't a loaded gun……just simple genetics.
And unlike a suspect, if it came knocking at the door; she could not stop it.
Greg had bought that fact home to her. And it sickened her; a friend was suffering, and she was pitying her daughter; a perfectly healthy child.
And she didn't want to leave her child. And she didn't want to see Greg; not because of what he had wrong with him, but because he was a remind that, 'bad things happen to good people.'
The thought of calling Grissom; telling him she wasn't going to be at work, crossed her mind.
But only briefly.
She walk over to her daughter, intending to leave a kiss on her forehead, but she hesitated.
It felt like saying goodbye, and she didn't know why. She felt like in the few seconds of contemplating her daughters' future; she'd written it of.
She sighed, and let her mind organise the mess it had created. Then she kissed her daughter, and left the room.
No-ones life was over. Not Lindsey's, not Greg's.
But it was a hard thought to believe in, especially when she knew that tonight there may be a murder, or suicide….or any other form of death.
It was hard to escape it.
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Sorry, short chapter – I want to move on from the characters thoughts – and Cath's was the last one to do. I think I struggle writing Cath's thoughts – I just can't seem to get inside her head.
Revelations take time to reveal, and chapters take time to write, but eventually, all will be known. [……the more interesting chapters will follow….]
[How does Sara and Greg on a shopping spree sound? – idea for a subsequent chapter.]
She closed the door behind her, watching the sliver of light across her daughters face decrease, until it dissipates entirely.
And now, her face is only illuminated by the soft glow from the outside lights.
Cath watched her; not out of fear for the present or past, but fear of the future.
And not the fear that eventually her daughter would be a teenager, and one day she would not be able to protect her.
She went through those fears before Lindsey even had a name
Before she felt the warmth inside of her.
She feared for a different reason. 'Genetic predisposition,' – that was what Grissom had purposely called it on a case.
And that….description struck so close to home.
As women in her family, had a tendency to die of Cancer.
And she feared that maybe, she have dealt her daughter a card of something destructive.
But it wasn't a loaded gun……just simple genetics.
And unlike a suspect, if it came knocking at the door; she could not stop it.
Greg had bought that fact home to her. And it sickened her; a friend was suffering, and she was pitying her daughter; a perfectly healthy child.
And she didn't want to leave her child. And she didn't want to see Greg; not because of what he had wrong with him, but because he was a remind that, 'bad things happen to good people.'
The thought of calling Grissom; telling him she wasn't going to be at work, crossed her mind.
But only briefly.
She walk over to her daughter, intending to leave a kiss on her forehead, but she hesitated.
It felt like saying goodbye, and she didn't know why. She felt like in the few seconds of contemplating her daughters' future; she'd written it of.
She sighed, and let her mind organise the mess it had created. Then she kissed her daughter, and left the room.
No-ones life was over. Not Lindsey's, not Greg's.
But it was a hard thought to believe in, especially when she knew that tonight there may be a murder, or suicide….or any other form of death.
It was hard to escape it.
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Sorry, short chapter – I want to move on from the characters thoughts – and Cath's was the last one to do. I think I struggle writing Cath's thoughts – I just can't seem to get inside her head.
Revelations take time to reveal, and chapters take time to write, but eventually, all will be known. [……the more interesting chapters will follow….]
[How does Sara and Greg on a shopping spree sound? – idea for a subsequent chapter.]