Insomnia kept me awake all night so I managed to write another chapter. No
sleep can come in handy at times you know. Anyway..please R&R as always,
and if this insomnia keeps up you'll get the third chapter in no time!
Disclaimer- Read the last chapter, I'm not one for repeating myself.
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Grissom gently cradled the weeping woman in his arms for what seemed like hours. He really wasn't good with people, but something about the sorrow of this woman kept him from calling the police to come drag her away. Her soft hair brushed close to his face, giving off the sweet smell of jasmine and vanilla. Gradually woman's sobs faded to nothing and she stopped shaking. Pushing her gently away from his body, Grissom turned the woman's face to his. Her eyes were red from crying, making her iris an even more unearthly blue. A trail of tears streaked down her pale face, her dark hair clung to her cheeks. It seemed as though she was looking through him, as though he were invisible.
"Are you alright?" Grissom asked the woman. She took a deep breath and her eyes seemed to focus on him. She shivered slightly and then began to shake her head slowly back and forth.
"No..no I'm really NOT alright." she said, her voice still a little weak from crying. She tried to stand up, pushing her hands against wall to support herself. Grissom placed his hand under her arm to steady her. When she was finally on her feet she leaned herself against him, pressing the side of her body to his chest, letting him steady her. Her wide eyes now seemed to take in the whole horror of the scene. She turned back to Grissom, the pain in her eyes so raw that he had the urge to look away.
"What happened?" she asked, sweeping the tears from her face with her free hand.
"We don't know yet." Grissom simply replied. "She was found this way by her work colleague when she didn't show up for a dinner date." Grissom turned back to look at the woman. "May I ask what relation you are to Claire Docherty, Miss..?"
"Selena McGregor. I'm staying with Claire for a little while, just until I can afford to get an apartment of my own. I've only lived here in America for six months now, but Claire and I..we've just become such great friends..I..I don't really want to move out.." She stopped, her breath catching in her throat. Her voice held a strong accent; it was rich and warm, earthy. The words seemed to roll off her tongue. Grissom recognised the accent immediately. She was Scottish.
Selena took a large breath and held it, letting it out slowly. Grissom could feel the beat of her heart against him, feel it slow to a steady rhythm as she exhaled.
"If you'll just come outside with me Miss McGregor, the police will want to ask you a few questions. You might know something that will help us find who did this to Miss Docherty." Nodding Selena walked out the house towards the flashing light of the police cars. Grissom led her over to Brass who was standing the driveway talking to another officer.
"Brass" Grissom shouted as he approached him.
"What?" Brass answered back gruffly as he turned around. When he saw Grissom with Selena he walked towards them, looking a little bewildered. "Who's this?" He nodded at Selena, his tired eyes now slowly filling with curiosity.
"Miss Selena McGregor." Grissom replied, "She's the victim's housemate."
"Doctor actually." Selena interrupted and both men turned around and looked at her as though she had suddenly appeared out of thin air. "Doctor Selena McGregor." Then turning to see the surprise in Grissom's eyes she added, "I don't usually tell people, it either tends to intimidate them or they assume that I know medicine and start to drown me with their ailments."
"Well Doctor" Brass said, emphasising the word 'doctor' a little too much, "If you would like to come with me so I can take a statement from you. I'd like to know where you were when the crime was taking place and I'd also like to get off you a list of the victim's friends and any love interests that she may have had."
Selena stared at him a moment and then gave a small nod. "Okay." she replied quietly and turning to Grissom she said "Thank you."
"It was no problem" Grissom replied with what was his version of a reassuring smile. Selena returned the smile weakly and then turned to walk away. She paused then for a second and turned back. "Wait, I don't know your name."
"Gil Grissom, I'm with the Las Vegas Criminalist Department." Selena nodded again and gave a stronger smile, "Thank you, Mr Grissom." She then turned and followed Brass to the nearest police car. Grissom watched after her, deep in thought.
"Who was that?" Grissom jumped and whirled around, his startled expression quickly replaced by a frown when he saw Catherine. She was wearing a little amused smile on her face. Grissom frown got deeper.
"That was Doctor Selena McGregor, the victim's housemate." He said, glancing back to see her talking to Brass. "She managed to get past the tape and into the house. Broke down at the scene but I stopped her from disturbing anything."
"Stopped her?" Catherine raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Yes." Grissom replied and the quickly added when Catherine's eyebrows arched higher. "I led her outside, Brass is getting a statement from her now. I've only given the scene a look over; we need to start processing it soon before anymore people wander in." He then looked back at Selena as she sat wrapped in a blanket, her tear filled eyes looking up at the Brass as he loomed over her, notepad in hand.
"She's pretty." Catherine commented as she followed Grissom's gaze. Grissom turned around and gave her a 'don't even go there' look. Catherine tried to hide a smile.
"Let's go process this scene." Grissom said, walking away from Catherine. Her smiled suddenly broke through when his back was turned from her.
"You're the boss." she whispered under her breath and then followed him into the house.
Disclaimer- Read the last chapter, I'm not one for repeating myself.
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Grissom gently cradled the weeping woman in his arms for what seemed like hours. He really wasn't good with people, but something about the sorrow of this woman kept him from calling the police to come drag her away. Her soft hair brushed close to his face, giving off the sweet smell of jasmine and vanilla. Gradually woman's sobs faded to nothing and she stopped shaking. Pushing her gently away from his body, Grissom turned the woman's face to his. Her eyes were red from crying, making her iris an even more unearthly blue. A trail of tears streaked down her pale face, her dark hair clung to her cheeks. It seemed as though she was looking through him, as though he were invisible.
"Are you alright?" Grissom asked the woman. She took a deep breath and her eyes seemed to focus on him. She shivered slightly and then began to shake her head slowly back and forth.
"No..no I'm really NOT alright." she said, her voice still a little weak from crying. She tried to stand up, pushing her hands against wall to support herself. Grissom placed his hand under her arm to steady her. When she was finally on her feet she leaned herself against him, pressing the side of her body to his chest, letting him steady her. Her wide eyes now seemed to take in the whole horror of the scene. She turned back to Grissom, the pain in her eyes so raw that he had the urge to look away.
"What happened?" she asked, sweeping the tears from her face with her free hand.
"We don't know yet." Grissom simply replied. "She was found this way by her work colleague when she didn't show up for a dinner date." Grissom turned back to look at the woman. "May I ask what relation you are to Claire Docherty, Miss..?"
"Selena McGregor. I'm staying with Claire for a little while, just until I can afford to get an apartment of my own. I've only lived here in America for six months now, but Claire and I..we've just become such great friends..I..I don't really want to move out.." She stopped, her breath catching in her throat. Her voice held a strong accent; it was rich and warm, earthy. The words seemed to roll off her tongue. Grissom recognised the accent immediately. She was Scottish.
Selena took a large breath and held it, letting it out slowly. Grissom could feel the beat of her heart against him, feel it slow to a steady rhythm as she exhaled.
"If you'll just come outside with me Miss McGregor, the police will want to ask you a few questions. You might know something that will help us find who did this to Miss Docherty." Nodding Selena walked out the house towards the flashing light of the police cars. Grissom led her over to Brass who was standing the driveway talking to another officer.
"Brass" Grissom shouted as he approached him.
"What?" Brass answered back gruffly as he turned around. When he saw Grissom with Selena he walked towards them, looking a little bewildered. "Who's this?" He nodded at Selena, his tired eyes now slowly filling with curiosity.
"Miss Selena McGregor." Grissom replied, "She's the victim's housemate."
"Doctor actually." Selena interrupted and both men turned around and looked at her as though she had suddenly appeared out of thin air. "Doctor Selena McGregor." Then turning to see the surprise in Grissom's eyes she added, "I don't usually tell people, it either tends to intimidate them or they assume that I know medicine and start to drown me with their ailments."
"Well Doctor" Brass said, emphasising the word 'doctor' a little too much, "If you would like to come with me so I can take a statement from you. I'd like to know where you were when the crime was taking place and I'd also like to get off you a list of the victim's friends and any love interests that she may have had."
Selena stared at him a moment and then gave a small nod. "Okay." she replied quietly and turning to Grissom she said "Thank you."
"It was no problem" Grissom replied with what was his version of a reassuring smile. Selena returned the smile weakly and then turned to walk away. She paused then for a second and turned back. "Wait, I don't know your name."
"Gil Grissom, I'm with the Las Vegas Criminalist Department." Selena nodded again and gave a stronger smile, "Thank you, Mr Grissom." She then turned and followed Brass to the nearest police car. Grissom watched after her, deep in thought.
"Who was that?" Grissom jumped and whirled around, his startled expression quickly replaced by a frown when he saw Catherine. She was wearing a little amused smile on her face. Grissom frown got deeper.
"That was Doctor Selena McGregor, the victim's housemate." He said, glancing back to see her talking to Brass. "She managed to get past the tape and into the house. Broke down at the scene but I stopped her from disturbing anything."
"Stopped her?" Catherine raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Yes." Grissom replied and the quickly added when Catherine's eyebrows arched higher. "I led her outside, Brass is getting a statement from her now. I've only given the scene a look over; we need to start processing it soon before anymore people wander in." He then looked back at Selena as she sat wrapped in a blanket, her tear filled eyes looking up at the Brass as he loomed over her, notepad in hand.
"She's pretty." Catherine commented as she followed Grissom's gaze. Grissom turned around and gave her a 'don't even go there' look. Catherine tried to hide a smile.
"Let's go process this scene." Grissom said, walking away from Catherine. Her smiled suddenly broke through when his back was turned from her.
"You're the boss." she whispered under her breath and then followed him into the house.
