Sorry this chapter is so short. It was originally longer but i wanted to keep two scenes together so i shortened this one a bit. Thanks for all your reviews. I'll have the next chapter up real soon.
Amanda could hardly believe that the gun was in her hand. Mike said to just stand there and hold it on the wife while he took the husband for a walk. She looked at the gun in her hand. Something wasn't right. She pulled a cloth from the table next to her and thouroughly wiped down the gun, holding it with the cloth. Her mind seemed to tell her what an investigator would be looking for, though she guessed it was probably just too much television.
Mike walked back in, his black leather gloves and the front of his shirt were soaked with blood. Amanda's mouth hung open in shock.
"Shoot her," Mike said cooly. The woman began to cry harder. Amanda handed Mike the gun.
"I can't."
"It'll come back to you," he nodded and smiled at her, then aimed at the wife's head and pulled the trigger. Amanda jumped back.
Catherine stepped gingerly around the body of a young woman murdered in her own home. Her husband had been found in the yard and Catherine prayed that Grissom was having better luck with that then she was.
"Finally," she whispered, pulling a few strands of long brown hair from a low hanging light fixture. "Must have hit their head."
It had been a few days. Grissom had stopped taking assignments and barely left his office. Greg was finally getting caught up on his work. Somehow he'd passed over evidence from one of Catherine's cases from a few days back. He pulled a few strands of hair from a bindle and sighed. He began processing the hair.