Disclaimer: Don't own jack . but I wished I owned Eric! Too bad I don't.we
could have so much fun.hehehehe
Rated: R
Pairing: Eric/Angela (OC)
Summary thus far: Eric's older sister is killed in a car crash murder. His long-time girlfriend Angela is there to comfort him, but can she be a possible suspect?
Chapter 2: The Loss of a Loved One
After spending most of the day in the hospital, Eric drove his parents' home, as Angela drove herself home in her own car. She opened the door to an empty apartment and plopped down on the couch. Her eyes were too swollen to cry anymore. She looked at the clock on the wall. A quarter past eight. She looked out the window and a full moon looked back at her. She sat there, quiet till it was a quarter past nine.
It shouldn't take this long for him to drive his parents' house, she thought.
She called his cell and after five rings he didn't pick up. She left him a message.
"Eric, its Angela. I'm worried about you baby. Please come home soon."
After hours of waiting she finally fell asleep on the couch, only to be awaken by the sound of keys fumbling to open the door.
She opened the door to find Eric, drunk.
"Where the fuck were you?" said Angela.
"What? No kiss hello?" said Eric. As he spoke she could smell the alcohol in his breath.
She pulled him inside and walked in flinging her hand off his arm. As she closed the door, Eric clumsily made his way to the couch. She guided him there and he dropped on the couch.
"I was worried about you," said Angela. "I'll get you a wet cloth."
She went to the bathroom and soaked a face towel with lukewarm water. She grabbed a blanket from the closet on her way back to the couch.
She placed the towel on his forehead despite his efforts of knocking it off with his hand. She unbuttoned his shirt and he grabbed her hand. She looked him in the eye, blankly.
"I love you."
"Lemme get you out of these clothes," said Angela as she continued to unbutton his shirt and worked her way down to unzip his pants. Stripped down to his boxers she placed the blanket over him, knowing that he won't be able to walk to their bedroom and that she's too tired to carry him. As she walked away, she heard him mumbling.
Instinctively she knew he was talking to her, she walked back to the couch and realized he was just dreaming. But she sat there and listened.
"Don't leave," was what he kept saying over and over again.
She changed into her pj's and slept with him on the couch. She took his arms and placed them around her and as if knowing something was there he tightened his grip on her.
"Don't leave," he said.
"I won't," she replied. "I promise."
Morning:
Eric was the first to wake up and started to feel the effects of a hangover. He looked down at what he was hugging. Angela. He kissed her forehead and got up, trying not to wake her.
But she felt his movements anyway and watched him as he walked to the bathroom. She got up and made some breakfast.
Some green tea with bacon, eggs and ham, she thought.
Breakfast was done and set on the table as Eric stepped out of the bathroom.
"Good morning," said Angela with a half smile.
"Morning," said Eric with a forced half smile.
She took a mental notice of that and told him to eat some breakfast as she stepped into the bathroom herself. Minutes later she joined him. They sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence still remembering what has happened recently.
"I'm gonna go to work," said Eric as he took a sip of the tea, even though he hated it.
"So soon?" said Angela a bit shocked.
"I want to find out who did this to her."
Angela looked down at her plate and nodded. I guess everyone has their own way of dealing with things, such as death, she thought to herself.
Eric got up and Angela got up with him. He kissed her goodbye and all she could do was play along. She was confused. She had this weird feeling at the pit of her stomach but she didn't know what. Perhaps she was guilty? Where did the guilt come from?
She closed the door behind him and leaned her back against the door. Her lean body slid to the floor and she sat. Crying.
At work:
"It's kind of sad that this had to happen," said Speed as he placed a plastic bag labeled evidence on the lab table.
"Poor Eric," said Calleigh. "I hope we find who did this."
"Yeah, that's why we better start working."
"Maybe we should give Eric a call."
"No, I don't think we should bother Delko."
"Eric?" said Calleigh looking confusedly at the Hispanic CSI at the door.
"Hey guys do you have anything?" said Eric, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Eric, you should be at home, we'll let you know if we've got anything," said the Southern belle persuasively.
"Cal, I'm fine I just . I just want to help . avenge my sister's death."
"Delko." said Speed. "We'll help you."
"Thanks Speed."
"So, yesterday at the scene, we weren't able to get much but I was able to find this," said Speed as he picked up a plastic baggie containing a one- inch piece of hazel colored hair.
"But the thing is, it can be anyone's hair," said Calleigh. " It could've gotten picked up when she was driving."
"Well if we can be a bit more optimistic here, it can be from the murderer."
"It's better than nothing," said Eric, indifferently.
"I'll go see if I can get any DNA out of this," said Speed as he scurried off to the DNA lab.
As Speed walked out Horatio walked in.
"Eric I heard you came in this morning," said Horatio as he walked toward the CSI.
"Word gets out fast," said Delko.
"Sure does, just hope that the word about this asshole shows up soon."
"I appreciate what you guys are doing."
"Eric, its just part of our job and we need all the help we can get. So the first people we'll question are."
Eric finished his sentence off by saying, "My parents."
Interrogation of the Delkos:
A 12 by 12 room, dimly lit with transparent glass windows was where the Delkos sat for two hours. Pavel and Clorinda Delektorsky, Eric's parents, were the first to be interrogated.
Speed was doing the interrogating. Since Eric was family, it was by law that he stayed behind the mirrored wall, in order not to influence anything his parents were to say.
"Mr. and Mrs. Delektorsky, was your daughter Marisol having financial problems?"
"No, she was an accountant, a very smart girl, never had any trouble financially," said Mr. Delko as his wife nodded silently.
"Do you know of any past boyfriends that she might have had that were menacing?"
"No, all of her boyfriends were nice decent young men. She never told us about any problems."
Clorinda chimed in and said, "Her latest boyfriend was according to her was "the one"."
"Have you told her boyfriend yet about the accident?"
"No. Not yet."
"Okay, we're gonna need his name and number please."
The father jotted down the name: Miguel Chacon 5579485
Delko left the room that separated him from his parents. He walked a few doors down to the waiting area where his older sisters, Carolina and Isabella were sitting.
"Eric, how are mom and dad holding up?" asked his eldest sister Carolina.
"Their okay, I just wanted to see how you two are doing," said Delko.
"We're fine, still in shock though," said Isabella.
"You're not on that alone." Eric sat down next to her and placed his hand over his sisters'. "We're gonna get this guy. No te preocupas."
"Angela."
Eric got up to greet her. Their lips met but parted shortly. They both started to feel the sudden distance between them.
"Hi, how is everyone?" asked Angela.
"Not at their best," answered Delko. "You didn't have to come if you didn't want to, they just asked for family." He placed loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Eric, I thought I was family. Besides, Marisol was my best friend, I always thought of her as my older sister."
Eric kissed her and sat besides her in the waiting room until Calleigh showed up at the door with Eric's parents and asked for Carolina. Eric's family has been at CSI since 11 o'clock, they were nearing three hours, as Angela was the last one to step into the interrogation room.
"Did Marisol ever talk to you about her boyfriend?" asked Speed, trying not to put too much pressure on his best friend's girl.
"Yeah actually, lots of times," answered Angela, apprehensively.
"What did she say?"
"She said that he was the best thing that ever came to her and that he was the one for her. Whenever I saw them together they always seemed so happy. You don't think he had anything to do with this do you."
"Um, we don't have any leads yet, so we're not pointing any fingers. It's just standard procedure to ask."
Angela nodded as she stared at the floor.
Speed notices her fidgeting. "Angela if you think you know anything please let us know."
"No, no there's nothing," said Angela, her eyes filling with tears as she looked in Speed's profound brown eyes.
At Marisol's apartment:
Horatio and Calleigh stepped into Marisol's apartment to try to find any clues and saw someone sitting on the couch. Thirty-year-old Latino in a black t-shirt and sweat pants, smoking a cigarette.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked as he got up.
"The question is who are you?" asked Horatio as he and Calleigh walked toward the man, revealing their badges.
"Cops, what did she do? Get caught smoking weed?"
"Actually we're CSI's."
"Who?"
"Crime Scene Investigators."
"Whoa! This isn't my apartment aiight, so whatever you find it's not mine!"
"We know its not yours but can we at least get your name?"
"Miguel." *Hesitation* "Chacon."
"So you're the boyfriend that nobody wants to tell the news to."
"Is Marisol in some kind of trouble?"
"Trouble, no, murder, yes."
Miguel looked at the CSI as confusion filled his face.
"Marisol Delektorsky died yesterday in a suspected car crash murder."
*So people, who dunnit? Ya know that Angela seemed a bit nervous there, I dunno. You'll have to wait and see. So give me those reviews!!
Rated: R
Pairing: Eric/Angela (OC)
Summary thus far: Eric's older sister is killed in a car crash murder. His long-time girlfriend Angela is there to comfort him, but can she be a possible suspect?
Chapter 2: The Loss of a Loved One
After spending most of the day in the hospital, Eric drove his parents' home, as Angela drove herself home in her own car. She opened the door to an empty apartment and plopped down on the couch. Her eyes were too swollen to cry anymore. She looked at the clock on the wall. A quarter past eight. She looked out the window and a full moon looked back at her. She sat there, quiet till it was a quarter past nine.
It shouldn't take this long for him to drive his parents' house, she thought.
She called his cell and after five rings he didn't pick up. She left him a message.
"Eric, its Angela. I'm worried about you baby. Please come home soon."
After hours of waiting she finally fell asleep on the couch, only to be awaken by the sound of keys fumbling to open the door.
She opened the door to find Eric, drunk.
"Where the fuck were you?" said Angela.
"What? No kiss hello?" said Eric. As he spoke she could smell the alcohol in his breath.
She pulled him inside and walked in flinging her hand off his arm. As she closed the door, Eric clumsily made his way to the couch. She guided him there and he dropped on the couch.
"I was worried about you," said Angela. "I'll get you a wet cloth."
She went to the bathroom and soaked a face towel with lukewarm water. She grabbed a blanket from the closet on her way back to the couch.
She placed the towel on his forehead despite his efforts of knocking it off with his hand. She unbuttoned his shirt and he grabbed her hand. She looked him in the eye, blankly.
"I love you."
"Lemme get you out of these clothes," said Angela as she continued to unbutton his shirt and worked her way down to unzip his pants. Stripped down to his boxers she placed the blanket over him, knowing that he won't be able to walk to their bedroom and that she's too tired to carry him. As she walked away, she heard him mumbling.
Instinctively she knew he was talking to her, she walked back to the couch and realized he was just dreaming. But she sat there and listened.
"Don't leave," was what he kept saying over and over again.
She changed into her pj's and slept with him on the couch. She took his arms and placed them around her and as if knowing something was there he tightened his grip on her.
"Don't leave," he said.
"I won't," she replied. "I promise."
Morning:
Eric was the first to wake up and started to feel the effects of a hangover. He looked down at what he was hugging. Angela. He kissed her forehead and got up, trying not to wake her.
But she felt his movements anyway and watched him as he walked to the bathroom. She got up and made some breakfast.
Some green tea with bacon, eggs and ham, she thought.
Breakfast was done and set on the table as Eric stepped out of the bathroom.
"Good morning," said Angela with a half smile.
"Morning," said Eric with a forced half smile.
She took a mental notice of that and told him to eat some breakfast as she stepped into the bathroom herself. Minutes later she joined him. They sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence still remembering what has happened recently.
"I'm gonna go to work," said Eric as he took a sip of the tea, even though he hated it.
"So soon?" said Angela a bit shocked.
"I want to find out who did this to her."
Angela looked down at her plate and nodded. I guess everyone has their own way of dealing with things, such as death, she thought to herself.
Eric got up and Angela got up with him. He kissed her goodbye and all she could do was play along. She was confused. She had this weird feeling at the pit of her stomach but she didn't know what. Perhaps she was guilty? Where did the guilt come from?
She closed the door behind him and leaned her back against the door. Her lean body slid to the floor and she sat. Crying.
At work:
"It's kind of sad that this had to happen," said Speed as he placed a plastic bag labeled evidence on the lab table.
"Poor Eric," said Calleigh. "I hope we find who did this."
"Yeah, that's why we better start working."
"Maybe we should give Eric a call."
"No, I don't think we should bother Delko."
"Eric?" said Calleigh looking confusedly at the Hispanic CSI at the door.
"Hey guys do you have anything?" said Eric, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Eric, you should be at home, we'll let you know if we've got anything," said the Southern belle persuasively.
"Cal, I'm fine I just . I just want to help . avenge my sister's death."
"Delko." said Speed. "We'll help you."
"Thanks Speed."
"So, yesterday at the scene, we weren't able to get much but I was able to find this," said Speed as he picked up a plastic baggie containing a one- inch piece of hazel colored hair.
"But the thing is, it can be anyone's hair," said Calleigh. " It could've gotten picked up when she was driving."
"Well if we can be a bit more optimistic here, it can be from the murderer."
"It's better than nothing," said Eric, indifferently.
"I'll go see if I can get any DNA out of this," said Speed as he scurried off to the DNA lab.
As Speed walked out Horatio walked in.
"Eric I heard you came in this morning," said Horatio as he walked toward the CSI.
"Word gets out fast," said Delko.
"Sure does, just hope that the word about this asshole shows up soon."
"I appreciate what you guys are doing."
"Eric, its just part of our job and we need all the help we can get. So the first people we'll question are."
Eric finished his sentence off by saying, "My parents."
Interrogation of the Delkos:
A 12 by 12 room, dimly lit with transparent glass windows was where the Delkos sat for two hours. Pavel and Clorinda Delektorsky, Eric's parents, were the first to be interrogated.
Speed was doing the interrogating. Since Eric was family, it was by law that he stayed behind the mirrored wall, in order not to influence anything his parents were to say.
"Mr. and Mrs. Delektorsky, was your daughter Marisol having financial problems?"
"No, she was an accountant, a very smart girl, never had any trouble financially," said Mr. Delko as his wife nodded silently.
"Do you know of any past boyfriends that she might have had that were menacing?"
"No, all of her boyfriends were nice decent young men. She never told us about any problems."
Clorinda chimed in and said, "Her latest boyfriend was according to her was "the one"."
"Have you told her boyfriend yet about the accident?"
"No. Not yet."
"Okay, we're gonna need his name and number please."
The father jotted down the name: Miguel Chacon 5579485
Delko left the room that separated him from his parents. He walked a few doors down to the waiting area where his older sisters, Carolina and Isabella were sitting.
"Eric, how are mom and dad holding up?" asked his eldest sister Carolina.
"Their okay, I just wanted to see how you two are doing," said Delko.
"We're fine, still in shock though," said Isabella.
"You're not on that alone." Eric sat down next to her and placed his hand over his sisters'. "We're gonna get this guy. No te preocupas."
"Angela."
Eric got up to greet her. Their lips met but parted shortly. They both started to feel the sudden distance between them.
"Hi, how is everyone?" asked Angela.
"Not at their best," answered Delko. "You didn't have to come if you didn't want to, they just asked for family." He placed loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Eric, I thought I was family. Besides, Marisol was my best friend, I always thought of her as my older sister."
Eric kissed her and sat besides her in the waiting room until Calleigh showed up at the door with Eric's parents and asked for Carolina. Eric's family has been at CSI since 11 o'clock, they were nearing three hours, as Angela was the last one to step into the interrogation room.
"Did Marisol ever talk to you about her boyfriend?" asked Speed, trying not to put too much pressure on his best friend's girl.
"Yeah actually, lots of times," answered Angela, apprehensively.
"What did she say?"
"She said that he was the best thing that ever came to her and that he was the one for her. Whenever I saw them together they always seemed so happy. You don't think he had anything to do with this do you."
"Um, we don't have any leads yet, so we're not pointing any fingers. It's just standard procedure to ask."
Angela nodded as she stared at the floor.
Speed notices her fidgeting. "Angela if you think you know anything please let us know."
"No, no there's nothing," said Angela, her eyes filling with tears as she looked in Speed's profound brown eyes.
At Marisol's apartment:
Horatio and Calleigh stepped into Marisol's apartment to try to find any clues and saw someone sitting on the couch. Thirty-year-old Latino in a black t-shirt and sweat pants, smoking a cigarette.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked as he got up.
"The question is who are you?" asked Horatio as he and Calleigh walked toward the man, revealing their badges.
"Cops, what did she do? Get caught smoking weed?"
"Actually we're CSI's."
"Who?"
"Crime Scene Investigators."
"Whoa! This isn't my apartment aiight, so whatever you find it's not mine!"
"We know its not yours but can we at least get your name?"
"Miguel." *Hesitation* "Chacon."
"So you're the boyfriend that nobody wants to tell the news to."
"Is Marisol in some kind of trouble?"
"Trouble, no, murder, yes."
Miguel looked at the CSI as confusion filled his face.
"Marisol Delektorsky died yesterday in a suspected car crash murder."
*So people, who dunnit? Ya know that Angela seemed a bit nervous there, I dunno. You'll have to wait and see. So give me those reviews!!