PA41: Hmm, I got a sort of mixed result of reviews for the prologue. But
anyway here's the first chapter.
TRUE LOVE chapter one
She looked up at the road to see Grissom's car drive around the corner. Then there was nothing, but blackness.
"Catherine!" Grissom screamed as he ran to her side after hastily parking his Chevy Tahoe on the road in front of her house. He held her in his arms for a moment before his hand reached into his jacket pocket for his mobile phone and clumsily dropping it once before dialling 911. "Hang on Cath."
"Hello, you have called 911, please clearly state which service you need, what has happened and where you are." The electronically programmed voice said in a monotone. The monotone was replied with Grissom's answer of 'an ambulance, my colleague has been stabbed' and Catherine's address.
He hurriedly took off his coat and placed it like a pad on her leg and pushed down. He wiped hair out of her eyes with a bloody hand leaving a streak of blood on her forehead. Her usually cobalt eyes were half open and the blue was a sort of cloudy colour at the moment. Grissom's eyes never left Catherine's eyes in these precious few moments before the ambulance and police arrived after, to Grissom, what seemed eternity.
The ride to the hospital lasted forever as Grissom watched the ambulance doctor's do their stuff with Catherine; fixing her up, cleaning away blood, reducing the bleeding, etc. . .
The only reason Grissom rode in the ambulance with Catherine was that he told the ambulance men he was 'a crime scene investigator who needed to know if his colleague was going to be okay and gather evidence for the investigation.' He had called the rest of the team on the way to the hospital and they were already at the crime scene, collecting evidence, etc . . .
"Please wait here while Ms Willows is being looked after Mr Grissom. Her surgery won't take longer than a few hours." The nurse said carefully so as not to trigger any bottled up emotions he had stored up after all those seventeen years he had known Catherine. Love (for Catherine), sadness (when she was sad), happiness (to be around her), loath (for Eddie when he treated her bad), anger (for whoever did this to her), etc. . .
*~~~*
Nick and Warrick unhappily investigated the scene of Catherine's attempted murder or attack. While Sara and Brass investigated the scene of her history- who would want to hurt her, did she have any enemies, any living relatives, etc . . .
Personally Brass thought it was a waste of time as they already knew all of this stuff and it would take ages as she had put many a criminal and murderer in jail. It was just that it was all relative to the investigation that the detectives and Crime Scene Investigators had to check out all possible attackers etc had to be taken off of the suspect list which would narrow down to a couple of possible attackers. It was always routine. Sigh.
*~~~*
Somewhere across the city, a dark haired man laughed maniacally at the sight of his computer's screen: Catherine Willows had just entered surgery and was still unconscious. The only registered visitor for her was Gil Grissom; the same Gil Grissom who helped put him in jail for all that time. By this he would succeed in hurting them both. Kill if he must. Grissom had annoyed him right from the start, since he had raped and murdered that young girl.
~Flashback~
"NO!" A young brunette screamed in sheer, undying terror. "HELP ME!" Her brown eyes submitted tears before she blacked out from the pain of a dagger being shoved through her upper thigh.
~end flashback~
Grissom awoke with a fright; he knew he had fallen asleep with the wait and all. Yet in his heart and mind he was guilty: guilty he had fallen asleep waiting for the surgery to finish, also to know she was still alive.
"Excuse me Mr Grissom?" Grissom jumped at hearing the nurse's voice right by his ear.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Ms Willows has _____"
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
PA41: Now that you've been put through my babbling, you can review.
TRUE LOVE chapter one
She looked up at the road to see Grissom's car drive around the corner. Then there was nothing, but blackness.
"Catherine!" Grissom screamed as he ran to her side after hastily parking his Chevy Tahoe on the road in front of her house. He held her in his arms for a moment before his hand reached into his jacket pocket for his mobile phone and clumsily dropping it once before dialling 911. "Hang on Cath."
"Hello, you have called 911, please clearly state which service you need, what has happened and where you are." The electronically programmed voice said in a monotone. The monotone was replied with Grissom's answer of 'an ambulance, my colleague has been stabbed' and Catherine's address.
He hurriedly took off his coat and placed it like a pad on her leg and pushed down. He wiped hair out of her eyes with a bloody hand leaving a streak of blood on her forehead. Her usually cobalt eyes were half open and the blue was a sort of cloudy colour at the moment. Grissom's eyes never left Catherine's eyes in these precious few moments before the ambulance and police arrived after, to Grissom, what seemed eternity.
The ride to the hospital lasted forever as Grissom watched the ambulance doctor's do their stuff with Catherine; fixing her up, cleaning away blood, reducing the bleeding, etc. . .
The only reason Grissom rode in the ambulance with Catherine was that he told the ambulance men he was 'a crime scene investigator who needed to know if his colleague was going to be okay and gather evidence for the investigation.' He had called the rest of the team on the way to the hospital and they were already at the crime scene, collecting evidence, etc . . .
"Please wait here while Ms Willows is being looked after Mr Grissom. Her surgery won't take longer than a few hours." The nurse said carefully so as not to trigger any bottled up emotions he had stored up after all those seventeen years he had known Catherine. Love (for Catherine), sadness (when she was sad), happiness (to be around her), loath (for Eddie when he treated her bad), anger (for whoever did this to her), etc. . .
*~~~*
Nick and Warrick unhappily investigated the scene of Catherine's attempted murder or attack. While Sara and Brass investigated the scene of her history- who would want to hurt her, did she have any enemies, any living relatives, etc . . .
Personally Brass thought it was a waste of time as they already knew all of this stuff and it would take ages as she had put many a criminal and murderer in jail. It was just that it was all relative to the investigation that the detectives and Crime Scene Investigators had to check out all possible attackers etc had to be taken off of the suspect list which would narrow down to a couple of possible attackers. It was always routine. Sigh.
*~~~*
Somewhere across the city, a dark haired man laughed maniacally at the sight of his computer's screen: Catherine Willows had just entered surgery and was still unconscious. The only registered visitor for her was Gil Grissom; the same Gil Grissom who helped put him in jail for all that time. By this he would succeed in hurting them both. Kill if he must. Grissom had annoyed him right from the start, since he had raped and murdered that young girl.
~Flashback~
"NO!" A young brunette screamed in sheer, undying terror. "HELP ME!" Her brown eyes submitted tears before she blacked out from the pain of a dagger being shoved through her upper thigh.
~end flashback~
Grissom awoke with a fright; he knew he had fallen asleep with the wait and all. Yet in his heart and mind he was guilty: guilty he had fallen asleep waiting for the surgery to finish, also to know she was still alive.
"Excuse me Mr Grissom?" Grissom jumped at hearing the nurse's voice right by his ear.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Ms Willows has _____"
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
PA41: Now that you've been put through my babbling, you can review.