Obsession
By: Robyn
Room of Krystalle DeMorris
First Presbyterian Hospital
May 26, 2005
Krystalle looked at the Detectives curiously. Goren was flipping through his folder and Detective Eames was talking to a nurse. Goren scratched his head.
"You said that you'd had an accident at home...and that's why you got surgery?" he asked, his brows furrowed. Krystalle nodded. "Did you file a report with the insurance company to pay for the surgery?" Krystalle shrugged.
"It wasnt that big of a deal." she said, looking out the window. Goren nodded slowly.
"What did you do when you got back home?" he asked. "Whenwe found you, you still had your dress on."
"I set some stuff up, read a magazine." she said, shrugging. "I wasn't really that tired." Eames looked in the window at her partner and walked in. Goren looked at her, he was confused.
Major Case Squad
1 Police Plaza
May 26, 2005
"I dontget it." Detective Goren took a sip of coffee and looked over his desk at his partner. "Blumenthal has a motive, no alibi..." he looked up and flipped through the report. Detective Eames frowned and shook her head.
"They're making it to easy." she nodded. She watched as her partner dialed a phone number.
"Madame DeMorris." said a voice.
"Mrs. DeMorris? This is Detective Robert Goren, I contacted you a few weeks ago?" he said.
"Yes." the woman said. Detective Eames could hear the disdain in her voice.
"Did Krystalle have any family that she was close to?" he asked. The woman sighed heavily.
"She only has one cousin, Catherine. I did not like Krystalle hanging around with her, and they hated each other anyway. Well, Krystalle hated her cousin." she said. Goren looked up.
"Well, thank you." he said and Mrs. DeMorris hung up. "I wonder how Catherine felt about her cousin." he said.
"Lets find out." Eames said.
Apartment of Catherine Blumenthal
May 26, 2005
"Miss Blumenthal," came a call through the door. Catherine answered the door and looked up.
"Oh! Detective." she said, stepping back. "Come in, come in." Detective Goren noticed bags under her eyes. She looked up again and smiled half heartedly. "Coffee?" she asked, motioning to the newly brewed blend.
"Uh, no." Detective Goren said and walked back over to Krystalle's family portrait. Eames smiled.
"I'll take some if you dont mind." she said.
"No not at all." Catherine said and poured her a mug. "Sugar?"
"Black is fine." the detective said and took it. Catherine smiled and looked over at Goren, a little intimidated. He turned around, holding the picture.
"I was curious," he began. "Were you and your cousin close?" Catherine smiled wistfully.
"She always stayed arms length." she said. "Her mother was very picky about who she hung out with. She always wanted Krystalle to stay 'in her class'"
"Your aunt is your-"
"Mother's sister." Catherine said. "I heard she was normal until she got married."
"The last time you saw Krystalle, did she look like this?" he asked, holding up the picture. Catherine nodded, confused.
"Why?" she asked, but Goren was scribbling furiously on his pad. Eames shook her head and finished her coffee, eyebrows raised.
"You didnt know that she'd had plastic surgery?" she asked. Catherine shook her head.
"I havent been able to visit her in the hospital yet. I have to find some associates to fill in for me so I can take a leave." she said. "Why?" she repeated. Goren was staring out into space as though the meaning of life had suddenly written itself onto the wall. He opened his mouth, nodded towards Catherine and left.
"Thanks for the coffee." Detective Eames said. Catherine nodded, confused.
First Presbyterian Hospital
May 26, 2005
"It's almost 8!" said a nurse. "Visiting hours are over." Detective Goren inhaled and looked down at her.
"Is Miss DeMorris in her room?" he asked. The nurse consulted a chart.
"No. She checked out this morning. Doctor James didn't like it, but he couldn't stop her." she said. Goren slammed his palm on the table.
"She left." he said. "We have to get to the lab." Eames yawned and sighed, her partner looked over at her. "You go home, I just want to get something checked." Eames smiled appreciatively and shook her head.
"Buddy boy system." she said. Her partner frowned and they walked back to the parking lot. A car sped out of the lot and into the street. Detective Eames frowned and they made their way to the aisle it had come from. There was a large bloodstain on the floor and there was an open car. Eames cursed quietly and picked up her radio. Detective Goren walked up to the car and opened the glove box. He pulled out the registration and looked over at Eames. She walked over.
"Dammit." he cursed as Eames took the paper.
I'm trying to make it cool and twisty but...it isnt...grr.
Rob