Oops....sorry that I haven't updated in so long. I would say it was my
fantastically active social life which had kept me from writing more of my
fic, but that'd be a lie. I've just been far too lazy! But from now on I'll
make up for it, I promise!! (cough, cough, splutter, gargle)
Thanks again for the reviews, they have been much appreciated. And as a matter of fact I did try and get a job writing poems for Hallmark cards, but they didn't like my "style". They said that "Here I sit, broken hearted, spent a penny and only farted." wasn't the right kind of material for a deepest sympathy card! What can a girl do, eh?
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It was cold. So cold that with each breath that Grissom took, a large cloud of condensation would form in front of him, coiling up to the evening sky and melting away into nothing. He was stood in the middle of a large thicket of trees. In the darkness he couldn't make out what species they were, all he could see was their large round trunks reaching up for many meters before breaking out into a canapé of leaves and branches which blocked out the night stars. Looking around he noticed that a fine mist had formed along the forest floor, creating a mystical aura that seemed to enchant the whole wood. Weaving through the trees, Grissom thought he could hear a soft, singing voice carried upon the breeze.
The crunch of feet stepping upon dry leaves sounded from behind him. Turning quickly around he saw a faint ghost like shape retreating into the forest. Without hesitation he began to run after the creature, caution giving way to some unexplained need to pursue its bright form. It flitted lightly through the forest until it came to a clearing amongst the trees. There it stopped, it's back still to Grissom who approached quietly from behind it. As the he neared the figure, he put his hand out to touch its white, quivering skin. With the touch it slowly turned to face him, dark blue glittering eyes burning out of its pale face.
"Selena?" the words had barely left his mouth before he noticed that the whole front of her dress was stained red with blood. She gave a gasp, her eyes widening with pain before her body slowly began to fall backwards. Watching her fall, Grissom tried to grab her, frantic arms reaching out to catch her body. But no matter how hard he tried she just kept on falling, a scared and helpless look upon her face as her frail body crashed to the ground......
Grissom was startled out of his sleep by a ringing noise. His sheets were stuck to his body by sweat. The memory of his dream was slowly fading, leaving Grissom with an icy knot in his stomach. Half dazed he lumbered out of bed, his bleary eyes taking a moment to focus on his digital clock. It was 8.30am, four and three quarters hours sleep. With a tired sigh he walked into the living room and grabbed up his phone from the table.
"Grissom." He tried to suppress a yawn but it overwhelmed him, making his voice thicker and even more tired sounding.
"Sleeping?" Brass questioned out of the receiver, his voice tinged with amusement.
"Well I was....." Grissom frowned, the tight knot in his stomach from the dream not fully gone. "What's up?"
"There's been another homicide. A letter was left at the scene." Brass paused for a second. "It's addressed to you."
"To me?" All traces of sleep were completely gone. Grissom walked into his bedroom and started looking out clothes to put on. The icy knot in his stomach had come back with a vengeance, sending chilling little shivers down his spine.
"We haven't touched it yet. Looks like the same handwriting as the note Selena McGregor found."
"What's the address?" Grissom rested the phone between his head and his right shoulder and quickly climbed into his pants. He then pulled on a fresh dark grey shirt, one of many grey shirts in his closet, and began to fasten it.
"900 Las Vegas Boulevard, it's in the north. Ecklie and his team are already here."
"900 Las Vegas Boulevard......isn't that the Natural History Museum?"
"Yeah, the vic was found in the dinosaur exhibit."
"Okay, I'll be down there as quickly as I can." Grissom sat down on the edge of the bed and began putting on his shoes. "Tell Ecklie not to touch anything, if it is connected to yesterday's murder then it's my crime scene." Before Brass could say another word Grissom hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket. Whipping on his jacket he grabbed his keys and his wallet and headed straight for the door. He paused for a second, his hand resting on the handle.
He thought for a moment about what may be in the letter. If the killer knows his name it may be a death threat to him to get off the case. It wouldn't be his first. Maybe it will be a clue to the next victim.....or maybe it was just another twisted love poem about Selena. Taking a deep breath he realised that there was only one way to find out. Opening the door he turned out the living room lights. Taking one last look around his apartment he stepped out into the hall and closed the door.
Thanks again for the reviews, they have been much appreciated. And as a matter of fact I did try and get a job writing poems for Hallmark cards, but they didn't like my "style". They said that "Here I sit, broken hearted, spent a penny and only farted." wasn't the right kind of material for a deepest sympathy card! What can a girl do, eh?
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It was cold. So cold that with each breath that Grissom took, a large cloud of condensation would form in front of him, coiling up to the evening sky and melting away into nothing. He was stood in the middle of a large thicket of trees. In the darkness he couldn't make out what species they were, all he could see was their large round trunks reaching up for many meters before breaking out into a canapé of leaves and branches which blocked out the night stars. Looking around he noticed that a fine mist had formed along the forest floor, creating a mystical aura that seemed to enchant the whole wood. Weaving through the trees, Grissom thought he could hear a soft, singing voice carried upon the breeze.
The crunch of feet stepping upon dry leaves sounded from behind him. Turning quickly around he saw a faint ghost like shape retreating into the forest. Without hesitation he began to run after the creature, caution giving way to some unexplained need to pursue its bright form. It flitted lightly through the forest until it came to a clearing amongst the trees. There it stopped, it's back still to Grissom who approached quietly from behind it. As the he neared the figure, he put his hand out to touch its white, quivering skin. With the touch it slowly turned to face him, dark blue glittering eyes burning out of its pale face.
"Selena?" the words had barely left his mouth before he noticed that the whole front of her dress was stained red with blood. She gave a gasp, her eyes widening with pain before her body slowly began to fall backwards. Watching her fall, Grissom tried to grab her, frantic arms reaching out to catch her body. But no matter how hard he tried she just kept on falling, a scared and helpless look upon her face as her frail body crashed to the ground......
Grissom was startled out of his sleep by a ringing noise. His sheets were stuck to his body by sweat. The memory of his dream was slowly fading, leaving Grissom with an icy knot in his stomach. Half dazed he lumbered out of bed, his bleary eyes taking a moment to focus on his digital clock. It was 8.30am, four and three quarters hours sleep. With a tired sigh he walked into the living room and grabbed up his phone from the table.
"Grissom." He tried to suppress a yawn but it overwhelmed him, making his voice thicker and even more tired sounding.
"Sleeping?" Brass questioned out of the receiver, his voice tinged with amusement.
"Well I was....." Grissom frowned, the tight knot in his stomach from the dream not fully gone. "What's up?"
"There's been another homicide. A letter was left at the scene." Brass paused for a second. "It's addressed to you."
"To me?" All traces of sleep were completely gone. Grissom walked into his bedroom and started looking out clothes to put on. The icy knot in his stomach had come back with a vengeance, sending chilling little shivers down his spine.
"We haven't touched it yet. Looks like the same handwriting as the note Selena McGregor found."
"What's the address?" Grissom rested the phone between his head and his right shoulder and quickly climbed into his pants. He then pulled on a fresh dark grey shirt, one of many grey shirts in his closet, and began to fasten it.
"900 Las Vegas Boulevard, it's in the north. Ecklie and his team are already here."
"900 Las Vegas Boulevard......isn't that the Natural History Museum?"
"Yeah, the vic was found in the dinosaur exhibit."
"Okay, I'll be down there as quickly as I can." Grissom sat down on the edge of the bed and began putting on his shoes. "Tell Ecklie not to touch anything, if it is connected to yesterday's murder then it's my crime scene." Before Brass could say another word Grissom hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket. Whipping on his jacket he grabbed his keys and his wallet and headed straight for the door. He paused for a second, his hand resting on the handle.
He thought for a moment about what may be in the letter. If the killer knows his name it may be a death threat to him to get off the case. It wouldn't be his first. Maybe it will be a clue to the next victim.....or maybe it was just another twisted love poem about Selena. Taking a deep breath he realised that there was only one way to find out. Opening the door he turned out the living room lights. Taking one last look around his apartment he stepped out into the hall and closed the door.
