Blind Revenge
By: Manda and Allison
A/N: Week 4, chapter 4. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the previous chapters. It actually makes me want to put these chapters out a little faster...sometimes.
Chapter 4: The Theory
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As quickly as the team assembled in Catherine's hospital room, Grissom tried his best to not give Warrick a dressing down for having driven too fast. He knew the young man had been the one at the wheel- Sara's wild-eyed expression and Nick's still-whitened knuckles spoke a louder testimony than the passengers could muster. The moment they were all sequestered within the room, their superior began, turning his body away from Catherine's fevered and desperate gaze.
"Nick- I need you and Sara to go to Catherine's. Fine toothed comb- anything that even looks medical needs to be printed, bagged, and taken to trace immediately."
"I guess, I'm going to be the one to spit it out -Grissom, what exactly is going on? What happened?" Sara asked, curious as she was, voicing the unspoken thoughts of the rest of the group.
"Just go..."
"But how are we going to know what to look for if we don't even know what's going on?"
"Sara has a point," Warrick added, eyes gazing sympathetically over in Catherine's direction.
"And I'm asking you to go on the faith that I know what I'm talking about," Grissom replied, and glanced pointedly at Warrick. "I need you to stay here- to gather any evidence that may come in."
"From what? Grissom- come on, throw us a bone." Sara wouldn't leave it alone, and deep inside, Grissom couldn't blame her. "You want us to invade Catherine's space, dig through her entire life...for what?"
"You'll be gathering your evidence from Catherine." Grissom's voice lowered as he spoke to Warrick, and released a heavy sigh. "You two are looking for medicine bottles- any trace of anything she might have taken to make her-"
"Something to tell us why she's been wigging out on us?"
"Something to tell us why she's not herself, Sara." Gesturing for Nick to usher his partner away, the elder CSI directed his attention to the bed that held his equal. "Warrick- her tox screen should be coming back shortly. I want you to take the results over to Greg...see what he can make of it. The second Sara and Nick come up with anything...I want you to compare them."
"Yeah, will do."
"Gil," Cath murmured, "I think I'm gonna be sick..." Searching around the room for a moment Gil found a small basin, and held it under Cath's chin with one hand while holding her hair back with the other.
"Let it out Cath, just let it out."
"Is she going to be okay?"
"I think so, Warrick. Its just withdrawals, I think, from whatever she's been taking."
"You know, I am still in the room, you two don't have to act like I don't exist." Catherine swiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "Is there any water around? God my mouth is foul tasting."
Gil grabbed a plastic cup and went to fill it up in the bathroom sink. He returned just moments later, extending the cup to her, almost as an offering of peace between the two of them.
"Thanks." She smiled, her first genuine smile all day, letting Grissom put the glass to her lips and drinking deeply.
"Gil, I've got things covered here, why don't you head on down to the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee." Warrick walked over to his boss and took the basin in his hands, "I'm just waiting for those tox results, I don't have anything better to do, and I'm sure Cath could use a fresh face around here," he turned to Catherine and gave her a wink. "So go, get some coffee in you, you look haggard."
"Thanks Warrick, I won't be long. Twenty minutes, tops."
"Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere."
Gil left, leaving the two friends' time to catch up.
~*~*~*~
Warrick left at eight, kissing Catherine on the cheek with the affection of a worried friend, and heading for the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and to await the return of their 'leader'. Catherine was given medication to sleep- a mild dose of a sedative to which she responded easily, head sinking back into her pillow and eyes closing against the light spilling in through her open door from the hallway.
Stuffing his hands in his pocket, Warrick wandered aimlessly through the cafeteria looking for a decent cup of coffee, grimacing as he realized he most likely would end up with something comparable to the break room swill back at CSI. 'It'll have to do', he thought, and within minutes he had a cup of the foul smelling brew in his hand.
"Not much improved from what we're drinking at work, is it, Warrick?" Grissom slipped into the seat across from him, folding his hands on the reddish-orange tabletop and staring into his own steaming cup. "But for right now- we're going to have to get used to it."
"Hey, Gris." The younger man spoke with urgency, meeting his boss's gaze as Grissom tore his eyes away from the greasy liquid. "What's the deal with Catherine?"
"Legitimately?" Grissom frowned. "I think she's being poisoned, Warrick."
"You think? There's no evidence? Boss- what happened to letting the evidence speak?"
"The only evidence we have so far is Catherine," he replied, a distasteful expression spreading across his features.
"That's not going to get us very far."
"I know."
"And that's why you sent Nick and Sara over to Cath's? Is there something there you want them to find?"
"I'd like to be able to tell you that -but I can't. Not now."
"Come on Gris-man, you can trust me."
"I'll say this-just pray those tox results come back quickly."
"Yeah, I will." Warrick's eyes became solemn, wizened as he considered the words. "Yeah, Gris...I will."
"I hope so." One swig and the coffee was gone from Grissom's cup; his eyes fastened onto the dregs that lay at the bottom. Black, like Catherine's eyes when she wasn't 'right'...and he didn't fathom seeing her eyes like that.
If Nick and Sara found something...then the tox screen would help, enough to prove his theory anyway.
Or enough to keep Catherine alive.
TBC.
By: Manda and Allison
A/N: Week 4, chapter 4. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the previous chapters. It actually makes me want to put these chapters out a little faster...sometimes.
Chapter 4: The Theory
++++++
As quickly as the team assembled in Catherine's hospital room, Grissom tried his best to not give Warrick a dressing down for having driven too fast. He knew the young man had been the one at the wheel- Sara's wild-eyed expression and Nick's still-whitened knuckles spoke a louder testimony than the passengers could muster. The moment they were all sequestered within the room, their superior began, turning his body away from Catherine's fevered and desperate gaze.
"Nick- I need you and Sara to go to Catherine's. Fine toothed comb- anything that even looks medical needs to be printed, bagged, and taken to trace immediately."
"I guess, I'm going to be the one to spit it out -Grissom, what exactly is going on? What happened?" Sara asked, curious as she was, voicing the unspoken thoughts of the rest of the group.
"Just go..."
"But how are we going to know what to look for if we don't even know what's going on?"
"Sara has a point," Warrick added, eyes gazing sympathetically over in Catherine's direction.
"And I'm asking you to go on the faith that I know what I'm talking about," Grissom replied, and glanced pointedly at Warrick. "I need you to stay here- to gather any evidence that may come in."
"From what? Grissom- come on, throw us a bone." Sara wouldn't leave it alone, and deep inside, Grissom couldn't blame her. "You want us to invade Catherine's space, dig through her entire life...for what?"
"You'll be gathering your evidence from Catherine." Grissom's voice lowered as he spoke to Warrick, and released a heavy sigh. "You two are looking for medicine bottles- any trace of anything she might have taken to make her-"
"Something to tell us why she's been wigging out on us?"
"Something to tell us why she's not herself, Sara." Gesturing for Nick to usher his partner away, the elder CSI directed his attention to the bed that held his equal. "Warrick- her tox screen should be coming back shortly. I want you to take the results over to Greg...see what he can make of it. The second Sara and Nick come up with anything...I want you to compare them."
"Yeah, will do."
"Gil," Cath murmured, "I think I'm gonna be sick..." Searching around the room for a moment Gil found a small basin, and held it under Cath's chin with one hand while holding her hair back with the other.
"Let it out Cath, just let it out."
"Is she going to be okay?"
"I think so, Warrick. Its just withdrawals, I think, from whatever she's been taking."
"You know, I am still in the room, you two don't have to act like I don't exist." Catherine swiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "Is there any water around? God my mouth is foul tasting."
Gil grabbed a plastic cup and went to fill it up in the bathroom sink. He returned just moments later, extending the cup to her, almost as an offering of peace between the two of them.
"Thanks." She smiled, her first genuine smile all day, letting Grissom put the glass to her lips and drinking deeply.
"Gil, I've got things covered here, why don't you head on down to the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee." Warrick walked over to his boss and took the basin in his hands, "I'm just waiting for those tox results, I don't have anything better to do, and I'm sure Cath could use a fresh face around here," he turned to Catherine and gave her a wink. "So go, get some coffee in you, you look haggard."
"Thanks Warrick, I won't be long. Twenty minutes, tops."
"Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere."
Gil left, leaving the two friends' time to catch up.
~*~*~*~
Warrick left at eight, kissing Catherine on the cheek with the affection of a worried friend, and heading for the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and to await the return of their 'leader'. Catherine was given medication to sleep- a mild dose of a sedative to which she responded easily, head sinking back into her pillow and eyes closing against the light spilling in through her open door from the hallway.
Stuffing his hands in his pocket, Warrick wandered aimlessly through the cafeteria looking for a decent cup of coffee, grimacing as he realized he most likely would end up with something comparable to the break room swill back at CSI. 'It'll have to do', he thought, and within minutes he had a cup of the foul smelling brew in his hand.
"Not much improved from what we're drinking at work, is it, Warrick?" Grissom slipped into the seat across from him, folding his hands on the reddish-orange tabletop and staring into his own steaming cup. "But for right now- we're going to have to get used to it."
"Hey, Gris." The younger man spoke with urgency, meeting his boss's gaze as Grissom tore his eyes away from the greasy liquid. "What's the deal with Catherine?"
"Legitimately?" Grissom frowned. "I think she's being poisoned, Warrick."
"You think? There's no evidence? Boss- what happened to letting the evidence speak?"
"The only evidence we have so far is Catherine," he replied, a distasteful expression spreading across his features.
"That's not going to get us very far."
"I know."
"And that's why you sent Nick and Sara over to Cath's? Is there something there you want them to find?"
"I'd like to be able to tell you that -but I can't. Not now."
"Come on Gris-man, you can trust me."
"I'll say this-just pray those tox results come back quickly."
"Yeah, I will." Warrick's eyes became solemn, wizened as he considered the words. "Yeah, Gris...I will."
"I hope so." One swig and the coffee was gone from Grissom's cup; his eyes fastened onto the dregs that lay at the bottom. Black, like Catherine's eyes when she wasn't 'right'...and he didn't fathom seeing her eyes like that.
If Nick and Sara found something...then the tox screen would help, enough to prove his theory anyway.
Or enough to keep Catherine alive.
TBC.