Deadly Relations
DreamlandCatherine stood at the table, dressed in a white gown. Grissom stood beside her, beaming happily and Catherine felt her heart skip a beat as they sat down, Lindsey bouncing in her seat. Catherine attempted to calm her down.
Shots rang out.
Catherine stood and shoved Lindsey behind her, feeling a bullet slice through her abdomen and another through her chest. She fell, bleeding profusely. Grissom too had received shots, and Lindsey was already lying dead on the floor. Tears sprung to Catherine's eyes as she collapsed beside her family.
"I love you," she whispered on her last breath…
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June 20th, 2004
And was jolted thankfully back to the present. Looking behind her she found the marks of where each person fell. Taking another look around the room she noticed the food on the tables, having not been cleared because of the designated crime scene, and quickly looked at trajectories.
Livvie was right, she thought to herself, looking over at the table where Grissom was working and flicking her eyes to Sara. From the imaginary wedding her brain had conjured, it looked as if the bullets did come from either side.
Dammit! Why isn't anyone talking? Catherine was getting more and more frustrated with the case as she stood there. Her emotions were horribly on edge from the possibilities and insecurities that were down jumbling through her head. She looked down at her left hand and found Grissom's ring, snuggled comfortably at the base of her finger. She took a deep breath.
"Guys?"
"I've got a gun," Sara called, bending under the tablecloth. She pulled the black object out and held it up between thumb and forefinger. Grissom looked over.
"We need a list of every one at these two tables," he said. Catherine nodded, half way to the door. Warrick stopped her there.
"You doing alright?" Catherine smiled weakly as her imagination allowed her nightmare to flash through her head.
"Just an overactive imagination," she responded, heading out the door. Jenna had left but the mother, Marissa if she'd heard Grissom correctly, was still there.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Kyriacos?" The elderly woman turned and her eyes widened.
"Catherine Willows, I'm with the criminalists." She watched the woman's face drop.
"Right, I'm sorry dear, you just look so much like my Sharon. What would you like?" Catherine smiled reassuringly.
"I was wondering if you have a seating plan for the tables."
"Yes. Yes, I do…" She looked around the room and spotted a young man speaking to one of the employees. "Michael! Get this woman the seating!" The man turned and bowed, walking over and handing Catherine a sheet of paper.
"Thanks," she said absently, with a smile, looking over the names. She put herself back at the top table and flipped the plan accordingly. Her eyes widened.
"Is there something wrong?" the man asked. Catherine mentally jotted down the oily smoothness of his voice and resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose in disgust.
"No, nothing. Thanks again," she said and made her way back under the tape, pausing only momentarily to pick up the water bottle that Jenna Kyriacos had left behind.
"Grissom!" she called. His head snapped up from behind a back table and she waved the paper at him. He headed towards her.
"Seating plan," she said when he was a few steps from her. Then she dropped her voice.
"Did we test any of the people we interviewed for GSR?" Grissom looked at her alarmed. Even he had forgotten. His looked changed to quizzical.
"Look at where Sara found the gun and the seating plan." He flipped the page over.
"Jenna Kyriacos," he said, slightly surprised.
"The sister."
Ah, the cleverness of me! This one's probably going to move a lot faster than the other one because I have some awesome ideas to add to the series. There's still stuff to come, don't worry!
Kavi Leighanna