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Extended Summery: Strippers and prostitutes have been going missing, then turning up 3 nights later, raped and drowned. And the killer couldn't have come at a worse time; Warrick is having problems with his feelings, Catherine's been removed from the case, the return of Nick's ex has caused tension in his and Sara's relationship, and Grissom's thinking about his future with Cath. But can they put their problems aside and catch the killer before his next victim becomes one of their own?
Timeline- Set a year after 'The Hidden Truth'. C/G and N/S are still together and Jenny's given birth.
A/N: Hey I'm back again! Thank you firstly to everyone who reviewed the last chapter of 'The Hidden Truth'. By popular demand I've written a sequel, with a new case and the promised the return of Jenny and Brit during this story. It doesn't matter too much if you didn't read the first one. I'll fill you in on the details you've missed. I've just finished a week full of tests and I've got an important science one I need to continue to revise for. But writing this has been a refreshing break. Any who, R&R and Enjoy!! - Bex
Original Characters From 'T.H.T'- Brit Warner: Ex-criminologist and friend of Catherine and Grissom. He retired after his wife and daughter were kidnapped then murdered. On trying to catch the perp, he got a bullet in his leg leaving him with a limp. His protégé is Jenny Sinclair.
Jenny Sinclair: She's 26, has a degree in psychology and forensic science and wants to become a CSI. Her father was murdered when she was 12 and Brit Warner trained her when she was 18. Her husband, Ethan Sinclair, was murdered a year ago (The Hidden Truth) and she gave birth to their daughter, Melissa, six months ago.
Hoped that filled you in if you didn't know before. Well on with the show.
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Someone was watching her, she was sure of it. But in her line of work, you get used to people watching you. Except right now she was in the deserted locker room, preparing for her shift to start, hidden away from the perverts who got their jollies from seeing her dance.
'Paranoid,' she snapped at herself as she flung her locker door open.
Yet she still couldn't shake that felling.
Portia sighed and ran a tried hand through her golden hair, blinking as her weary cloudy-blue eyes tried to focus. Portia Hrubeck was a 40-year-old woman, who's neither figure nor face showed it. Nor maturity when you thought about it. She knew that she was anything but a responsible, mature adult. She had trouble enough caring for herself, let alone her two children.
Looking up at the picture of the pair stuck on the inside of her locker door, she couldn't help but smile. Her eldest, Marie, was 13 almost 14, except her maturity out numbered her years. Her other daughter, Abby, was barely 3. Really Marie had raised Abby more then she had. And what a good job she'd done. Portia felt a swell of pride and thought how her daughter was probably tucking in Abby right now. Both girls had never met their fathers. Their fathers were abandoning assholes and their mother a slut. What a life to be born into.
She felt a trickle of liquid running down her face. Turning her head her head to look in her mirror, she saw a fine river of blood running from her nose.
"Shit," She swore softly, grabbing a tissue to stop the blood.
'Maybe Catherine's right,' Portia thought. 'Maybe I should give up my habit.'
'Of course she's right,' a voice snapped. 'She's always right. She managed to get out of this life and do something useful. But look at you, still stuck here.'
She stared at the picture of her and Catherine together with their 'colleges'. Cath had a life she could only dream of having. She had a well- paid and respected job, gave up her habit, broke free of the cycle of abusive partners and was a great mother. Portia felt her stomach knot in jealousy towards her friend.
She continued to timidly change. She'd never felt comfortable in her own skin. Years of men's eyes greedily watching it had made her feel dirty. A dirt she could never wash off.
Her hand itched to reach for her stash. One snort and for a few hours she wouldn't give a damn. For a few hours she'd be free. She weighed the options about in her head and finally shoved aside her weak self-restraint. The craving was too strong for her to fight. Her hand had just clasped around her stash, when a noise echoed around her, making her jump and drop it.
Portia looked wildly around herself. The locker room was eerily empty. But where did that noise come from?
"Joe?" She called, wondering if it was her boss about to tell her to hurry up.
Silence.
'Paranoid,' She snapped angrily to herself and turned back to her locker.
But the coke never reached her nose. A cloth got there first. A strong hand sealed it around her mouth and nose. Portia tried to struggle, but the intoxicating fumes she inhaled from the cloth made her head spin.
'Where the hell did this guy come from?' Her swaying head asked desperately.
But she was too confused to think of an answer. She tried feebly to fight the drug, thinking of her two girls, before she sank into the darkness.
A/N: What do you think? I'm sure you've got opinions and I want to hear them. So give in and hit that little button now! :o)
Extended Summery: Strippers and prostitutes have been going missing, then turning up 3 nights later, raped and drowned. And the killer couldn't have come at a worse time; Warrick is having problems with his feelings, Catherine's been removed from the case, the return of Nick's ex has caused tension in his and Sara's relationship, and Grissom's thinking about his future with Cath. But can they put their problems aside and catch the killer before his next victim becomes one of their own?
Timeline- Set a year after 'The Hidden Truth'. C/G and N/S are still together and Jenny's given birth.
A/N: Hey I'm back again! Thank you firstly to everyone who reviewed the last chapter of 'The Hidden Truth'. By popular demand I've written a sequel, with a new case and the promised the return of Jenny and Brit during this story. It doesn't matter too much if you didn't read the first one. I'll fill you in on the details you've missed. I've just finished a week full of tests and I've got an important science one I need to continue to revise for. But writing this has been a refreshing break. Any who, R&R and Enjoy!! - Bex
Original Characters From 'T.H.T'- Brit Warner: Ex-criminologist and friend of Catherine and Grissom. He retired after his wife and daughter were kidnapped then murdered. On trying to catch the perp, he got a bullet in his leg leaving him with a limp. His protégé is Jenny Sinclair.
Jenny Sinclair: She's 26, has a degree in psychology and forensic science and wants to become a CSI. Her father was murdered when she was 12 and Brit Warner trained her when she was 18. Her husband, Ethan Sinclair, was murdered a year ago (The Hidden Truth) and she gave birth to their daughter, Melissa, six months ago.
Hoped that filled you in if you didn't know before. Well on with the show.
~*~*~*~*~
Someone was watching her, she was sure of it. But in her line of work, you get used to people watching you. Except right now she was in the deserted locker room, preparing for her shift to start, hidden away from the perverts who got their jollies from seeing her dance.
'Paranoid,' she snapped at herself as she flung her locker door open.
Yet she still couldn't shake that felling.
Portia sighed and ran a tried hand through her golden hair, blinking as her weary cloudy-blue eyes tried to focus. Portia Hrubeck was a 40-year-old woman, who's neither figure nor face showed it. Nor maturity when you thought about it. She knew that she was anything but a responsible, mature adult. She had trouble enough caring for herself, let alone her two children.
Looking up at the picture of the pair stuck on the inside of her locker door, she couldn't help but smile. Her eldest, Marie, was 13 almost 14, except her maturity out numbered her years. Her other daughter, Abby, was barely 3. Really Marie had raised Abby more then she had. And what a good job she'd done. Portia felt a swell of pride and thought how her daughter was probably tucking in Abby right now. Both girls had never met their fathers. Their fathers were abandoning assholes and their mother a slut. What a life to be born into.
She felt a trickle of liquid running down her face. Turning her head her head to look in her mirror, she saw a fine river of blood running from her nose.
"Shit," She swore softly, grabbing a tissue to stop the blood.
'Maybe Catherine's right,' Portia thought. 'Maybe I should give up my habit.'
'Of course she's right,' a voice snapped. 'She's always right. She managed to get out of this life and do something useful. But look at you, still stuck here.'
She stared at the picture of her and Catherine together with their 'colleges'. Cath had a life she could only dream of having. She had a well- paid and respected job, gave up her habit, broke free of the cycle of abusive partners and was a great mother. Portia felt her stomach knot in jealousy towards her friend.
She continued to timidly change. She'd never felt comfortable in her own skin. Years of men's eyes greedily watching it had made her feel dirty. A dirt she could never wash off.
Her hand itched to reach for her stash. One snort and for a few hours she wouldn't give a damn. For a few hours she'd be free. She weighed the options about in her head and finally shoved aside her weak self-restraint. The craving was too strong for her to fight. Her hand had just clasped around her stash, when a noise echoed around her, making her jump and drop it.
Portia looked wildly around herself. The locker room was eerily empty. But where did that noise come from?
"Joe?" She called, wondering if it was her boss about to tell her to hurry up.
Silence.
'Paranoid,' She snapped angrily to herself and turned back to her locker.
But the coke never reached her nose. A cloth got there first. A strong hand sealed it around her mouth and nose. Portia tried to struggle, but the intoxicating fumes she inhaled from the cloth made her head spin.
'Where the hell did this guy come from?' Her swaying head asked desperately.
But she was too confused to think of an answer. She tried feebly to fight the drug, thinking of her two girls, before she sank into the darkness.
A/N: What do you think? I'm sure you've got opinions and I want to hear them. So give in and hit that little button now! :o)