Title: Whisper
Author: Catherine Grissom
E-mail: kleopatra_gurl@yahoo.com
Rating: I dunno.PG-13.. Probably...Maybe R...Gil swears..
Content: Gil/Cath
Summary: The House.
Disclaimer: Do I look like Jerry Bruckheimer? Anthony Zuiker? No? Glad that's clear. I don't own the song either. The bear doesn't even belong to me...It belongs to my friend Megan (Chozen Rogue).
Archive: If you're sure ya want it, take it. Just tell me where it's going.
Feedback: Yes please.
Author's Note: Sequel to my other fics "I Would Be Stronger Than That" and "Black Eyes, Blue Tears". The song in this one is "Whisper" by Evanescence. I know that there are two more choruses to the song but I ended it where I wanted to.
Dedication: This is for anybody who wants a dedication.Doesn't matter who you are, it's for you.
As Catherine walked the immeasurably long (at least on this night) nine feet from her car to the door of her house, as, in her mind, it now could not even be thought of as a home, her mind wandered back to the two previous conversations she'd had that night. One had been punctuated by slaps, kicks and curses, the other enhanced by kindness and concern. Suddenly she mentally kicked her self repeatedly for being so stubborn as to leave the safety of the townhouse without at least asking Gil to come and help, especially with Ed being in the mood he had been in earlier.
'Well,' she reassured herself. 'If Ed starts up again Gil will be expecting me to come back.'
Catch me as I fall Say you're here and it's all over now
Her uneasiness, instead of dissipating, increased exponentially with every step she made towards the hellhole that was her residence. Part of it was because of the bedroom light that now seemed to dare her to come discover the secret of the room.
Meanwhile, halfway across Vegas, Gil Grissom was cursing himself for letting Cath go back without insisting that he go with her. Especially since Eddie had already beat her once that night. Never mind the fact that she'd been out the door and in the car by the time he'd been able to take a step. He raced down the stairs and into his vehicle, reminding himself the whole while of his guilt, which, for all intents and purposes, was over something that was not his fault.
Speaking to the atmosphere No one's here and I fall into myself
Catherine hurt. Not just superficially, her very soul hurt. Hurt that was caused by several things: Eddie's rage was only a minor contributor; mainly she hurt over her broken home. She managed to stumble down the hallway to Lindsey's room and looked in on her daughter. The child was slumbering soundly, her sleep probably full of candy dreams and new toys, as the song went. Here was another cause of her hurt. It wasn't Lindsey herself but the fact that Cath knew that she would have to explain to the girl that Mommy wasn't going to live with Daddy anymore.
'Speaking of "Daddy,"' Cath thought, looking at the ring of almost otherworldly light coming from the bedroom down the hall. 'What the hell is he doing?"
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
She slowly made her way down the hall to the room that up until this night had been her and Eddie's. Now it was simply a black hole that she would be sucked into, never to return. Yet her curiosity was piqued and she was drawn towards the room as a moth is drawn towards flame, never assuming that what was in that room would be equally as destructive. The light seemed to command her attention and she gave it without a fight.
Don't turn away Don't give into the pain Don't try to hide Though they're screaming your name
She thought she heard a low moaning as she approached but dismissed it as the wind. The weather report had said that there would be thunderstorms, maybe this time they would be right.
Don't close your eyes God knows what lies behind them
She reached the door and turned the knob, causing it to emit a ghastly, almost warning, shriek.
Don't turn out the light Never sleep, never die
Catherine opened the door just in time to see her soon-to-be ex-husband trying to push a young brunette into the closet. Her gasp of shock was audible and Ed turned to her. When he recognized her, his face changed from fear to fury.
I'm frightened by what I see But somehow I know there's much more to come
She wanted to move. To run down the hall and out of the house. To run back to the townhouse that held insects and safety. She tried to move and found that she couldn't. She realized that even if she was able to run she wouldn't get far. She was slightly faster than he was, but, in her current state, that didn't matter. Catherine didn't sense Eddie's proximity to her until his hand connected with her face and she was on the ground, punches and kicks raining down on her. She felt a rib crack. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes, a fact that only added to Eddie's fury. She hollered to Lindsey to get downstairs and stay there, hoping that she would obey.
Immobilized by my fear And soon to be blinded by tears
Elsie decided to be safe instead of sorry and left quickly. She passed the girl that was evidently Lindsey on the way down the stairs. She didn't care if the woman hated her; no one deserved to be beaten like that. She called the police.
I can stop the pain if I will it all away
If Gil had hated Las Vegas traffic before, he loathed it now. He was stuck at an intersection where some unfortunate idiot had run a red light and had been hit in the middle of the street. He decided to take a detour just as his car phone decided to ring. It was Brass. He growled and picked it up.
"Grissom," this was not his day.
"It's Brass," came the response.
"I know that!" Gil snarled. "What do you want?"
"Gil we have a situation on Rosewood Lane."
Rosewood. Cat's street. Maybe Jim meant Lonewood. " And?" he prompted.
" Some girl called in a 417 at 7146 Rosewood. We have reason to believe it's Ed," Jim seemed awfully sympathetic.
Gil wanted to scream. Jim wasn't telling him something and he wanted to know what it was. "No shit you have reason to believe! It's her fucking address!"
Brass sighed, "Gil this is exactly why I didn't want to call you. You need to calm down."
"Damnit Jim! My best friend is in trouble and I'm going over there!"
"No."
"What?!"
"No. I don't want you over there. You're too involved."
"I'm not going as a damn CSI! I'm going as a friend who really fucked shit up! I'll talk to you later," he hung up, leaving a very confused Jim Brass on the other line wondering what had happened to his normally mild-mannered friend.
Don't turn away Don't give into the pain Don't try to hide Though they're screaming your name Don't close your eyes God knows what lies behind them Don't turn out the light Never sleep, never die
Gil raced into the house, calling her name the whole time. Lindsey was sitting on the sofa holding her toy panda bear, which she'd named 'Boo- Bear'. He asked her where her mother was.
"Upstairs," she said, quivering, ready to cry.
He ran up the stairs, looking for anything that would tell him what had happened. He finally spotted her lying at the end of the second floor corridor. As he got closer it became apparent that Eddie had beat her once more and apparently he had broken several bones.
Fallen angels at my feet Whispered voices in my ear
She couldn't see anything; it was just a black haze now. But she could make out a figure coming towards her. Calling her name. The figure seemed to be clothed in a black robe.
Death before my eyes
Gil tried to decide whether to move her or not. She hadn't moved on her own, that much was apparent. He said her name again hoping for a reaction; a blink of an eye, a twitch anything to make sure that she was alive.
Lying next to me I fear
She heard her name once more. Was this what it was like to be dying? It wasn't so bad. She wondered what Lindsey would do now. Actually, she already knew. Gil would take care of her. Cath's mind was growing fuzzier by the minute.
She beckons me shall I give in?
Once again Gil spoke her name. If nothing else it reassured him of her presence. He began to pick her up. Lindsey was still downstairs waiting; he would get Cath to the car and then bring Lindsey out and head to the hospital.
Upon my end shall I begin?
As she lost consciousness, she was aware of two things. The first was the strong arms lifting her from the floor. The other was more of a thought; the thought being that silence would forever be her enemy.
Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end
Author: Catherine Grissom
E-mail: kleopatra_gurl@yahoo.com
Rating: I dunno.PG-13.. Probably...Maybe R...Gil swears..
Content: Gil/Cath
Summary: The House.
Disclaimer: Do I look like Jerry Bruckheimer? Anthony Zuiker? No? Glad that's clear. I don't own the song either. The bear doesn't even belong to me...It belongs to my friend Megan (Chozen Rogue).
Archive: If you're sure ya want it, take it. Just tell me where it's going.
Feedback: Yes please.
Author's Note: Sequel to my other fics "I Would Be Stronger Than That" and "Black Eyes, Blue Tears". The song in this one is "Whisper" by Evanescence. I know that there are two more choruses to the song but I ended it where I wanted to.
Dedication: This is for anybody who wants a dedication.Doesn't matter who you are, it's for you.
As Catherine walked the immeasurably long (at least on this night) nine feet from her car to the door of her house, as, in her mind, it now could not even be thought of as a home, her mind wandered back to the two previous conversations she'd had that night. One had been punctuated by slaps, kicks and curses, the other enhanced by kindness and concern. Suddenly she mentally kicked her self repeatedly for being so stubborn as to leave the safety of the townhouse without at least asking Gil to come and help, especially with Ed being in the mood he had been in earlier.
'Well,' she reassured herself. 'If Ed starts up again Gil will be expecting me to come back.'
Catch me as I fall Say you're here and it's all over now
Her uneasiness, instead of dissipating, increased exponentially with every step she made towards the hellhole that was her residence. Part of it was because of the bedroom light that now seemed to dare her to come discover the secret of the room.
Meanwhile, halfway across Vegas, Gil Grissom was cursing himself for letting Cath go back without insisting that he go with her. Especially since Eddie had already beat her once that night. Never mind the fact that she'd been out the door and in the car by the time he'd been able to take a step. He raced down the stairs and into his vehicle, reminding himself the whole while of his guilt, which, for all intents and purposes, was over something that was not his fault.
Speaking to the atmosphere No one's here and I fall into myself
Catherine hurt. Not just superficially, her very soul hurt. Hurt that was caused by several things: Eddie's rage was only a minor contributor; mainly she hurt over her broken home. She managed to stumble down the hallway to Lindsey's room and looked in on her daughter. The child was slumbering soundly, her sleep probably full of candy dreams and new toys, as the song went. Here was another cause of her hurt. It wasn't Lindsey herself but the fact that Cath knew that she would have to explain to the girl that Mommy wasn't going to live with Daddy anymore.
'Speaking of "Daddy,"' Cath thought, looking at the ring of almost otherworldly light coming from the bedroom down the hall. 'What the hell is he doing?"
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
She slowly made her way down the hall to the room that up until this night had been her and Eddie's. Now it was simply a black hole that she would be sucked into, never to return. Yet her curiosity was piqued and she was drawn towards the room as a moth is drawn towards flame, never assuming that what was in that room would be equally as destructive. The light seemed to command her attention and she gave it without a fight.
Don't turn away Don't give into the pain Don't try to hide Though they're screaming your name
She thought she heard a low moaning as she approached but dismissed it as the wind. The weather report had said that there would be thunderstorms, maybe this time they would be right.
Don't close your eyes God knows what lies behind them
She reached the door and turned the knob, causing it to emit a ghastly, almost warning, shriek.
Don't turn out the light Never sleep, never die
Catherine opened the door just in time to see her soon-to-be ex-husband trying to push a young brunette into the closet. Her gasp of shock was audible and Ed turned to her. When he recognized her, his face changed from fear to fury.
I'm frightened by what I see But somehow I know there's much more to come
She wanted to move. To run down the hall and out of the house. To run back to the townhouse that held insects and safety. She tried to move and found that she couldn't. She realized that even if she was able to run she wouldn't get far. She was slightly faster than he was, but, in her current state, that didn't matter. Catherine didn't sense Eddie's proximity to her until his hand connected with her face and she was on the ground, punches and kicks raining down on her. She felt a rib crack. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes, a fact that only added to Eddie's fury. She hollered to Lindsey to get downstairs and stay there, hoping that she would obey.
Immobilized by my fear And soon to be blinded by tears
Elsie decided to be safe instead of sorry and left quickly. She passed the girl that was evidently Lindsey on the way down the stairs. She didn't care if the woman hated her; no one deserved to be beaten like that. She called the police.
I can stop the pain if I will it all away
If Gil had hated Las Vegas traffic before, he loathed it now. He was stuck at an intersection where some unfortunate idiot had run a red light and had been hit in the middle of the street. He decided to take a detour just as his car phone decided to ring. It was Brass. He growled and picked it up.
"Grissom," this was not his day.
"It's Brass," came the response.
"I know that!" Gil snarled. "What do you want?"
"Gil we have a situation on Rosewood Lane."
Rosewood. Cat's street. Maybe Jim meant Lonewood. " And?" he prompted.
" Some girl called in a 417 at 7146 Rosewood. We have reason to believe it's Ed," Jim seemed awfully sympathetic.
Gil wanted to scream. Jim wasn't telling him something and he wanted to know what it was. "No shit you have reason to believe! It's her fucking address!"
Brass sighed, "Gil this is exactly why I didn't want to call you. You need to calm down."
"Damnit Jim! My best friend is in trouble and I'm going over there!"
"No."
"What?!"
"No. I don't want you over there. You're too involved."
"I'm not going as a damn CSI! I'm going as a friend who really fucked shit up! I'll talk to you later," he hung up, leaving a very confused Jim Brass on the other line wondering what had happened to his normally mild-mannered friend.
Don't turn away Don't give into the pain Don't try to hide Though they're screaming your name Don't close your eyes God knows what lies behind them Don't turn out the light Never sleep, never die
Gil raced into the house, calling her name the whole time. Lindsey was sitting on the sofa holding her toy panda bear, which she'd named 'Boo- Bear'. He asked her where her mother was.
"Upstairs," she said, quivering, ready to cry.
He ran up the stairs, looking for anything that would tell him what had happened. He finally spotted her lying at the end of the second floor corridor. As he got closer it became apparent that Eddie had beat her once more and apparently he had broken several bones.
Fallen angels at my feet Whispered voices in my ear
She couldn't see anything; it was just a black haze now. But she could make out a figure coming towards her. Calling her name. The figure seemed to be clothed in a black robe.
Death before my eyes
Gil tried to decide whether to move her or not. She hadn't moved on her own, that much was apparent. He said her name again hoping for a reaction; a blink of an eye, a twitch anything to make sure that she was alive.
Lying next to me I fear
She heard her name once more. Was this what it was like to be dying? It wasn't so bad. She wondered what Lindsey would do now. Actually, she already knew. Gil would take care of her. Cath's mind was growing fuzzier by the minute.
She beckons me shall I give in?
Once again Gil spoke her name. If nothing else it reassured him of her presence. He began to pick her up. Lindsey was still downstairs waiting; he would get Cath to the car and then bring Lindsey out and head to the hospital.
Upon my end shall I begin?
As she lost consciousness, she was aware of two things. The first was the strong arms lifting her from the floor. The other was more of a thought; the thought being that silence would forever be her enemy.
Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end