Sadistic Sickness
June 21st, 2004
Catherine smiled at his words waving the print for him.
"If you'd like to join me," she quipped in response. He grinned and made his way to her side.
"Looks like the struggle is confined to this end of the room, basically the bed and the window," Catherine said. Grissom nodded in agreement. They moved to opposite ends of the bed without a word, both running on autopilot in their movements around each other. Fifteen minutes later, upon close inspection of the pillow, Catherine pulled back triumphantly, a distinctly red hair in her tweezers.
"The whole family is dark haired, not one of them had even the slightest trace of red, especially not this red," she said. Grissom nodded, sitting back on his heels from where he was looking under the bed and along the edge. He heard a crunching and turned swiftly, noticing the white page under his toe. He quickly pulled it out and opened it. He frowned at the contents.
"Gil?"
"Ransom note about Livvie. Apparently, our perp wants a plane ticket out of the country." Catherine's brow crinkled in confusion.
"He must have known we were coming here, that we would be on call for Livvie." Grissom pondered this.
"Or its connected to the wedding murder," he whispered. Catherine's eyes widened, her mind transported back to her nightmare. She shivered.
"Livvie knew where the shots came from," she said, rolling her eyes. "This is low, even for a murderer." Grissom sighed.
"You've got a workable print right?" Catherine nodded, moving to her kit where she picked up an evidence envelope.
"Sara and Nick have footprints," she said tersely. Grissom could tell this case was really starting to grate on her nerves and he allowed himself a mental sigh. How he was going to talk to her about it, he didn't know. Instead, he turned himself back to the room, vowing to talk to her later.
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Catherine naturally hated double shifts but this one, not to mention the kidnapping case of blind little Livvie, had her unexplainably exhausted. To add to that, she'd been feeling sick since she'd gotten up and found she couldn't stomach much at all. Now se sat back against her chair, willing her light-headedness away.
"Cath? Are you alright?" Grissom asked, catching Catherine with her hands at her temples. Originally he'd come in to talk to her about her blowup at the crime scene, but her well being came first. He'd asked her the same question when she couldn't eat much more than toast that morning. She groaned and Grissom was at her side in an instant.
"I'll be fine, Gil," she answered finally. "It's just a little dizziness." Grissom looked at her carefully, concern and worry, along with a touch of doubt shined in his gaze. Catherine mentally cursed herself. It wasn't that he actually doubted her more that he knew her and that even with a headache, he knew Catherine would work this case.
Suddenly, she paled and bolted to the women's washroom, Grissom close on her heels.
"Cath? Are you alright?" She didn't answer him and Grissom began to panic. He called in for her again, warning her of his entrance if she didn't answer. Sara passed by at that moment and rolled her eyes. She pushed by him into the bathroom.
"Catherine?" Sara called. She heard a groan from one of the closest stalls. Sara pushed open the door and found Catherine bent over a toilet bowl. Sara was beside her in an instant, lending a friendly hand to hold her hair back and rub her back as Catherine began to heave again.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Catherine asked, dreading the answer. Sara kept silent, helping Catherine stand and walking with her to the sink. The strawberry-blond washed her face and rinsed out her mouth.
"Should you be going home?" Sara asked carefully. Catherine shook her head.
"I'll be fine, Sara, thanks," she said, gracing Sara with a still weak smile. They left, finding Grissom outside the door, brow creased with worry. Catherine rolled her eyes with an affectionate smile.
"I'll go see Doc Robbins later, Gil. I promise," she said, wincing as she rolled her neck. He placed a hand on the small of her back and they began to walk away. Sara moved in the other direction. Then Catherine turned back.
"Sara?" The brunette turned. Catherine smiled, gratitude more than evident.
"Thanks."
Its almost mean for me to leave you without knowing if Catherine's okay ;)
You can thank my friend for all the work I'm doing on this and for most of the work I did on Subtle Clues. She harassed me for weeks about finishing the story. I'm stopping here and I'm going to go write Blossoming. I promised the chapters for it and so I'm going to write them.
Thank God for determination.
Kavi Leighanna