A/N: I was so happy with all of the reviews that I got for my last chapter thank you so much! I am so sorry that this chapter is so short, but please, bear with me, as I dont really have time, but I promise from the bottom of my heart that the next chapter will be longer and much more interesting, as Grissom gets another surprise. Thanks again and plz R&R.
Grissom Gurl
CHAPTER 3: MIRRORED EYES REFLECT THE PAST
"Damn. Look at all of the blood spatter." Warrick commented as they walked into the bedroom.
"By the looks of it, she was slashed from behind." Sara said, putting her case down.
"Hey Griss. What do you think?" Warrick called.
Grissom walked into the room and looked around.
"Well, I agree with Sara. She was definitely slashed from behind."
Brass walked into the room.
"We ID 'd the victims. The mother; Mrs. Eliza Milton. She was a widow and lived alone with her daughter, Jamie Milton.
"Have you found the late Mrs. Milton?" Grissom asked turning to Brass.
"Yes. She's in the bathroom."
Grissom nodded.
"Warrick take the bathroom. Sara you're with me."
"Aww, man. Why do I always get the nasty jobs?" Warrick muttered.
He walked out of the room, across the hall and into the bathroom. There was the stench of death, but no blood. He looked at his victim, who stared lifelessly at him. Warrick shuddered a little, and went to work. He slowly looked around. In the corner near the body, he spotted white fibers; impossible to trace. But when he looked a little harder, there was something in the sink. He tried to pull it out but it was no use. He knew that he had to unscrew the pipes.
Grissom carefully looked around the room and inspected the area near the body. There was nothing in particular besides a dark crimson pool of blood. He turned on his flashlight and inspected the body. On it, near the neck, there were reddish brown flecks. Grissom grabbed his tweezers, and put the flecks in a small bag.
All the while, Sara was looking at the blood spatter and trying to visualize the attacker. She pictured Jamie looking in her mirror and while she was getting ready, someone snuck up behind her and slashed her throat.
"Hey Sara." Grissom called interrupting her thoughts.
"Yeah, what do you got?" she asked walking over to him.
"I think our killer may have been reckless." He said and held up a voice recorder.
"What's on it?" Sara asked.
Grissom pushed the rewind button, and when it clicked, he pressed play.
"Today's mission is to go talk to Jamie. Her stupid bitch of a mother is probably going to turn down again though and not let me see her daughter. I have to get her out of the way somehow…" Click.
Sara looked at Grissom. "Why would this guy record only his plan, then clumsily leave it behind?"
"I don't know, that's why we have to dust for prints." Grissom said with a smirk.
Sara smiled, then suddenly, she saw something in Grissom's eyes that she hadn't seen in a while. His eyes reflected warmth and his lively spark returned. She could swear that he was the Grissom she once knew a long time ago.
He smiled back at her, and couldn't help but feel something warm deep down. He peered into her dark eyes and he could see a hopeful glint in them. He and Sara were very close in that room at the moment. They could almost feel each other's warmth. But Warrick walked in, interrupting them.
"Hey, I found a cloth in the sink." Warrick said not noticing their sudden withdrawl.
"Does it have any blood on it?" Grissom asked.
"Well, not to the naked eye, to say the least, but I could test it."
"Good. We're done here for now so let's return to the lab and get this evidence to Greg." Grissom suggested.
Warrick nodded and walked out. Grissom turned to face Sara.
"Let's go." He said as he got up.
Sara nodded, but then she frowned. The spark Grissom held in his eyes for the few moments they were alone had vanished once again. She sighed, got up to her feet and followed Grissom and Warrick out of the room.
A/N: Like I said, I'm sorry that this chap is so short, but I will post the next chapter as soon as I can and I promise it will be longer!
