AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry i kept you waiting... there are loads of school work and our past intramurals... so sorry really... This chapter will be followed by another shortly... im trying to finish them all... for now, all I can tell you is enjoy... and try to keep reviewing...
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SECOND CAHNCE
IV – OBSESSION
Later that night, Grissom, Catherine, Brass and an officer stood outside a plain house, facing a crème-colored door. Brass knocked on it three times. Nobody answered. He knocked again.
"Looks like nobody's home." Grissom stated.
"Then there's no other choice but to bust in." Brass suggested. He nodded to the officer. They took off their guns and at the signal, Brass kicked the door and the officer entered first followed by Brass, checking if there's really no one inside.
"Clear." He shouted after seeing no one.
At the confirmation, the two CSIs stepped inside and looked about for a moment. Lights in the living room are turned on, but aside from that, nothing else showed life in the house.
"We were right. Hank's not home." Cath inclined.
"Cath," Grissom turned to Catherine, "sorry to put you up to this but Warrick and Nick are on a new murder case. You're all I've got."
"It's okay, Gil. Anything for Sara."
Grissom smiled and nodded. They continued with their investigation. They headed for the living room. Catherine straightened toward the couch while Grissom examined aroud.
"hhey, what's this?" Cath called out as she picked up a booklet lying on the center table. Grissom approached and took a closer look.
"A diary?" he suggested with a raised eyebrow.
"I thought diaries were just for girls," Cath commented.
They both shrugged. She bagged it anyway.
"Hey!" Brass interrupted. "Look what I've found. Bedroom."
They both stood up and followed Brass into Hank's bedroom. It was neat inside, well-organized, even in more order than in Grissom's home, but not an ideal place for a hide-out. 'Okay. What have you got to hide, jerk?' Grissom's thoughts playing inside him. Brass pointed to an opened book on top of the desk.
"I had these goosebumps when I saw that," Brass stated.
They both walked to have a look. Grissom was shocked. Catherine stared, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. The book was actually a scrapbook. Every page had pictures of Sara with matching words like, 'I'm gonna own you one day.' and 'You are mine.' Grissom felt exasperation inside, he was speechless. Cath turned to him, "Talk about obsession."
Cath turned away and Grissom was left to see it. 'What happened to this man! I couldn't imagine Sara being with that freak!' He tore away his eyes off the scrapbook and looked at the bed beside the table. "Jim," he called, "take a look at this."
He approached the bed and picked up an unusual object. Brass was beside him. It turned out to be keys. He turned to Brass. "Room no. 314. Thus was the key to Sara's room! He had a duplicate of it and sneaked in." He bagged it, Brass shook his head.
"Hey Grissom! Check this out!" Cath called out from behind.
Grissom came up to her. She pointed to an open closet. This closet was full of Sara. Sara's portrait, pictures, forensic jacket and other things that belongs to Sara or that has Sara in it.
Cath turned to him, shocked and anger building up in her voice, "I think this guy's needs to have psychological help!"
Grissom can't help it but was speechless and just stood there in disbelief.
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