Chapter 3
Sitting in the Tahoe on the way to Catherine's house Grissom thought back to a few moments before when he had heard the news.
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"What?!" Grissom yelled.
"I'm sorry but this is Catherine's address, I remember from the last time we were there. Grissom! Grissom, are you Ok?"
"I'm fine. The report didn't say anything about a missing person so Catherine must be fine, we will treat this as any other case." Grissom replied. 'She must be alright,.' He thought to himself. 'But why didn't she tell me herself?'
"I'll come with you to her house. I mean the scene." He said to Warrick 'Maybe I can find out why she didn't call me first'. He thought.
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So here he was, sitting in the passenger seat, thinking about Cath, while Warrick drove and talked about something.
Glancing over at Grissom, Warrick could see he wasn't listening to him. He could see the concern etched over the elder mans face. As much as Grissom tried to hide it, they all knew how much he cared for Catherine. Warrick had seen it, every time the three of them had worked together, he saw the quick glances toward Catherine when she want looking, and he also saw the ones she gave when she thought no one was watching. He knew that their relationship was much deeper than just friends and lots more than lovers. They each other more fully than they did themselves.
But then something had happened, suddenly they seemed to part. No one knew why. They just didn't speak anymore. Warrick didn't understand it. They never worked together anymore, unless it was completely necessary, and when it was they still didn't talk except about the case. But the glances were still there, but his were full of guilt and hers of remorse, and longing.
Both men were brought out of their thoughts by the scene before them. There were police cars everywhere as they pulled up to Catherine's house.
Exiting the car, they both exchanged a glance filled with confusion and then walked over to Brass.
"So what's with all the police?" Warrick asked, pointing to all the men questioning onlookers.
"Um, well." For the first time since they had seen Brass, Grissom saw the discomfort in his face.
"What is it?" Grissom asked, trying hard to hide the worry from his voice.
"Well at first we thought it was just a break in, the neighbour heard crashing next door and then a car screeching away, that's when we called you guys. When we looked in side, well, we found something else." Brass paused again trying to find the right words. "We, eh, found blood." There he had said it. Seeing the look of horror flash across Grissom's face Brass continued. "We don't know if it is Catherine's, but well she's not here, we've tried to contact her, but her mobile's off and we found her pager on the kitchen table. None of her neighbours saw her leave and her sister doesn't know where she is. But we are doing everything we can to find out who did this and where she is. Grissom, did you hear me, we are treating this as top priority and we wont rest until we find her." He stopped talking and watched as the man before him just stared at the ground, his eyes glazed over and his breathing becoming sharp.
Warrick saw it too. Knowing that they would never find Catherine if they didn't start collecting evidence, he turned to Brass.
"Where is the blood? I'll process that." He asked Brass.
"Living room." He stated simply, the concern also evident in his voice.
Following Warrick into the house, Grissom heard Brass call to him.
"We will find her Gil. She's smart she would have left you some clues. She wouldn't let this guy get away with this either. We will find her."
'Yeah, but will it be too late?'
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There it was, the next chapter. Sorry it's short again but you wanted another chapter so here it is. Hopefully I will be able to write longer chapters and quicker soon. (The holidays are nearly here. YAY). But until then I'm sorry if they are too short and take too long to get to you. Anyway, tell me what you think and the more reviews the faster I will think about writing the next chapter, hopefully longer than the others.
-*Lindsey Grissom*-
Sitting in the Tahoe on the way to Catherine's house Grissom thought back to a few moments before when he had heard the news.
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"What?!" Grissom yelled.
"I'm sorry but this is Catherine's address, I remember from the last time we were there. Grissom! Grissom, are you Ok?"
"I'm fine. The report didn't say anything about a missing person so Catherine must be fine, we will treat this as any other case." Grissom replied. 'She must be alright,.' He thought to himself. 'But why didn't she tell me herself?'
"I'll come with you to her house. I mean the scene." He said to Warrick 'Maybe I can find out why she didn't call me first'. He thought.
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So here he was, sitting in the passenger seat, thinking about Cath, while Warrick drove and talked about something.
Glancing over at Grissom, Warrick could see he wasn't listening to him. He could see the concern etched over the elder mans face. As much as Grissom tried to hide it, they all knew how much he cared for Catherine. Warrick had seen it, every time the three of them had worked together, he saw the quick glances toward Catherine when she want looking, and he also saw the ones she gave when she thought no one was watching. He knew that their relationship was much deeper than just friends and lots more than lovers. They each other more fully than they did themselves.
But then something had happened, suddenly they seemed to part. No one knew why. They just didn't speak anymore. Warrick didn't understand it. They never worked together anymore, unless it was completely necessary, and when it was they still didn't talk except about the case. But the glances were still there, but his were full of guilt and hers of remorse, and longing.
Both men were brought out of their thoughts by the scene before them. There were police cars everywhere as they pulled up to Catherine's house.
Exiting the car, they both exchanged a glance filled with confusion and then walked over to Brass.
"So what's with all the police?" Warrick asked, pointing to all the men questioning onlookers.
"Um, well." For the first time since they had seen Brass, Grissom saw the discomfort in his face.
"What is it?" Grissom asked, trying hard to hide the worry from his voice.
"Well at first we thought it was just a break in, the neighbour heard crashing next door and then a car screeching away, that's when we called you guys. When we looked in side, well, we found something else." Brass paused again trying to find the right words. "We, eh, found blood." There he had said it. Seeing the look of horror flash across Grissom's face Brass continued. "We don't know if it is Catherine's, but well she's not here, we've tried to contact her, but her mobile's off and we found her pager on the kitchen table. None of her neighbours saw her leave and her sister doesn't know where she is. But we are doing everything we can to find out who did this and where she is. Grissom, did you hear me, we are treating this as top priority and we wont rest until we find her." He stopped talking and watched as the man before him just stared at the ground, his eyes glazed over and his breathing becoming sharp.
Warrick saw it too. Knowing that they would never find Catherine if they didn't start collecting evidence, he turned to Brass.
"Where is the blood? I'll process that." He asked Brass.
"Living room." He stated simply, the concern also evident in his voice.
Following Warrick into the house, Grissom heard Brass call to him.
"We will find her Gil. She's smart she would have left you some clues. She wouldn't let this guy get away with this either. We will find her."
'Yeah, but will it be too late?'
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There it was, the next chapter. Sorry it's short again but you wanted another chapter so here it is. Hopefully I will be able to write longer chapters and quicker soon. (The holidays are nearly here. YAY). But until then I'm sorry if they are too short and take too long to get to you. Anyway, tell me what you think and the more reviews the faster I will think about writing the next chapter, hopefully longer than the others.
-*Lindsey Grissom*-