Disclaimer: still don't own anyone. I don't own the song. It belongs to
Glen Fry.
A/N: PG-13. Some swear words that the kiddies don't need to read.
You look at the faces It's just like a dream Nobody knows where you're going Nobody cares where you been 'Cause you belong to the city You belong to the night Living in a river of darkness under the neon light You were born in the city Concrete under your feetIt's in your moves
it's in your blood:
You're a man of the streets.
When you said goodbye you were on the run
Tryin' to get away from the things you've done.
Now you're back again and you're feeling strange
So much has happened and nothing has changed.
Still don't know where you're going
Grissom and Sara head out to work, driving to go pick Catherine up. Grissom is paged, but ignores it. They drive passed a crime scene, with an ambulance close behind. Then his cell rings .
"Grissom, what's keeping-oh, good, you're here. I'm so sorry..."Brass is on the other line, stricken with grief.
"I'll go get Catherine," offers Sara. Before Brass can stop her, she is gone, leaving Grissom with Brass.
He must wait for the EMTs to pass. On the girdle, he sees a familiar head. He and Brass follow the ambulance over to the hospital, total silence drowning the vehicle.
Catherine's lifeless body lies on the cold autopsy table, with Doc Robbins and his assistant preparing for what will probably be the hardest autopsy yet. Her co-workers cannot stand to be in the same room.
While their backs are turned, Catherine's eye flutters open, drinking in her surroundings. David turns to make the first cut and she, unaware of the situation, fights back like he as if he were trying to kill her too. Mid left-hook, she realizes who she is trying to pound, and drops her hand.
"David? What the hell happened, and why am I here?"
He and Robbins try to calmly explain to her the events after her attack. Detective Brass chancing by the scene, her death on the way to the hospital. She hears every word, but has trouble comprehending their meanings.
"So let me get this straight- my car is in the shop. I walk to work, get attacked, and ultimately am knocked unconscious, then die in the ambulance. So now here I am, in a room, with you. Stark naked, I might add."
Nothing is said. After a few minutes, Catherine begins to erupt in giggles. The two men only stared at her in bewilderment, eventually joining in to laugh with her.
"So David," asks Catherine. "Did you get to play God with my dead body, make me come back to life?"
Warrick runs down the halls, barely able to contain the news. He is ecstatic, especially since he is the deliverer of joy. Skidding to a halt in front of Grissom's office, where everyone has congregated, Warrick does his best to not break down crying. Before he can breathe a word, Catherine walks by, escorted by Captain Brass, not bothering with saying 'hello' to her co-workers. She heads to the parking lot, as Brass has offered her a ride home.
The others try to catch up, but she is almost out the door. Greg shouts her name, and she goes to talk with him, Brass on her heels, edging her toward the door. Before he can ask for any details, Brass has grabbed Catherine and taken her to her ride. She does not wish to see anyone.
After Catherine gets home, she is greeted by her fellow co-workers. Brass, taking charge, escorts them out the door, leaving himself, allowing her to rest.
She returns to work after a long vacation with contact from no one except her daughter. God bless the friend who just stands by...
tbc
You look at the faces It's just like a dream Nobody knows where you're going Nobody cares where you been 'Cause you belong to the city You belong to the night Living in a river of darkness under the neon light You were born in the city Concrete under your feetIt's in your moves
it's in your blood:
You're a man of the streets.
When you said goodbye you were on the run
Tryin' to get away from the things you've done.
Now you're back again and you're feeling strange
So much has happened and nothing has changed.
Still don't know where you're going
Grissom and Sara head out to work, driving to go pick Catherine up. Grissom is paged, but ignores it. They drive passed a crime scene, with an ambulance close behind. Then his cell rings .
"Grissom, what's keeping-oh, good, you're here. I'm so sorry..."Brass is on the other line, stricken with grief.
"I'll go get Catherine," offers Sara. Before Brass can stop her, she is gone, leaving Grissom with Brass.
He must wait for the EMTs to pass. On the girdle, he sees a familiar head. He and Brass follow the ambulance over to the hospital, total silence drowning the vehicle.
Catherine's lifeless body lies on the cold autopsy table, with Doc Robbins and his assistant preparing for what will probably be the hardest autopsy yet. Her co-workers cannot stand to be in the same room.
While their backs are turned, Catherine's eye flutters open, drinking in her surroundings. David turns to make the first cut and she, unaware of the situation, fights back like he as if he were trying to kill her too. Mid left-hook, she realizes who she is trying to pound, and drops her hand.
"David? What the hell happened, and why am I here?"
He and Robbins try to calmly explain to her the events after her attack. Detective Brass chancing by the scene, her death on the way to the hospital. She hears every word, but has trouble comprehending their meanings.
"So let me get this straight- my car is in the shop. I walk to work, get attacked, and ultimately am knocked unconscious, then die in the ambulance. So now here I am, in a room, with you. Stark naked, I might add."
Nothing is said. After a few minutes, Catherine begins to erupt in giggles. The two men only stared at her in bewilderment, eventually joining in to laugh with her.
"So David," asks Catherine. "Did you get to play God with my dead body, make me come back to life?"
Warrick runs down the halls, barely able to contain the news. He is ecstatic, especially since he is the deliverer of joy. Skidding to a halt in front of Grissom's office, where everyone has congregated, Warrick does his best to not break down crying. Before he can breathe a word, Catherine walks by, escorted by Captain Brass, not bothering with saying 'hello' to her co-workers. She heads to the parking lot, as Brass has offered her a ride home.
The others try to catch up, but she is almost out the door. Greg shouts her name, and she goes to talk with him, Brass on her heels, edging her toward the door. Before he can ask for any details, Brass has grabbed Catherine and taken her to her ride. She does not wish to see anyone.
After Catherine gets home, she is greeted by her fellow co-workers. Brass, taking charge, escorts them out the door, leaving himself, allowing her to rest.
She returns to work after a long vacation with contact from no one except her daughter. God bless the friend who just stands by...
tbc