Title: The Revolving Door
Author: Angie
email: hill@grics.net
Disclaimers: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation does not belong to me, they are the property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful actors who portray them.
Author's Notes: I really wasn't going to post this, it's not finished and I really didn't want to have two WIP's out there. Thanks to Rita for coming up with the title. And also to Lauri for betaing this part for me.
Spoilers: nothing really
Distribution: The GraveshiftCSI Homepage, ShipperWorldCSI… all others please ask.
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He had thought the panic and dread he had been feeling earlier was bad, but nothing compared to what he was feeling now. Closing the distance in two strides, he reached out and wrenched the door open. That's when he finally saw her… on the floor with limbs bound behind her and duct tape covering her mouth. He prayed that it wasn't her blood she was covered in, but feared it was. Setting his case beside him he knelt down, his gaze connecting with hers. He could see the look of shear terror that was embedded in her eyes and his heart broke. He wasn't sure what to do first, untie her or remove the tape. Glancing into her eyes once again he saw his answer reflected in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry Cath. This is going to hurt." He whispered before reaching for the tape. Turning his eyes from her view he grasped a corner of the tape and pulled it off, carefully, trying not to inflict anymore pain then she had already received. He winced when he heard her moan. He had always told himself he would protect her from harm, not only had he failed with Eddie, but now he found himself inflicting the pain on her. "Oh God Cath. I'm so sorry," her repeated softly.
"Please, Gil, just untie me." She pleaded, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over.
He reached for the ropes behind her, but stopped when he heard her voice.
"Don't." She waited until she had his full attention. "Use a knife or scissors, I don't want any evidence destroyed." A sad smile played upon her face as she watched Gil turn around to reach into his kit and take out a pair of scissors and a small handful of evidence bags.
He reached behind her again and gently removed the rope that bound her wrists and ankles together. He then worked on the individual rope around her wrists. Just as the scissors made contacts with the rope the phone rang. Reaching into his pocket he grabbed the phone and glanced at the caller id before answering.
"Hello… No stay where you are sweetie… Everything is fine in here… I'm with your mother right now…" He looked at Cath as he said this last line and he could see the tears she had been trying to contain slip down her cheeks. "Just stay there and wait for us okay… We'll be out as soon as we can. Okay, I'll tell her." He said just before hanging up.
"'Tell her' what?" Catherine asked
"I'll tell you soon, but first I need to know if you are all right." He told her, desperately wanting to wipe away the tears but knowing that Catherine wasn't going to let him 'destroy the evidence.' He had never hated that phrase more then he did today. Reaching behind her once more, he slowly cut the ropes that bound her wrists together. Once he cut through her bindings, he gathered up the rope and placed it in one of the evidence bags beside him.
Gently moving her arms in front of her, he got a close look at the marks that had been left there. The red welts stood out against her delicate skin and he could see where her skin had turned raw in places, from her fighting against the ropes. His fingers began caressing her arms, checking for broken bones. He quickly pulled back when he heard the quick intake of air.
"I'm okay Gil."
"No you aren't. If you were 'okay' you wouldn't have breathed in like that. The light in this closet is awful, I need to get you out of here." Even though this last part was said out loud, he was really talking to himself. Placing an arm behind her back and the other behind her knees he easily shifted her weight into his arms. He waited for Cath to place her arms around him and then stood up. He carefully extracted them from the confines of the closet and made his way to the bed.
"No."
He stopped at the sound of her voice.
"Not the bed, that's where…" Catherine stopped not wanting to continue her train of thought. "… there's going to be evidence there. You can put me down Gil, I'm sure I can walk."
With his arm firmly around her upper body, he loosened his grip behind her knees and slowly lowered her to the floor. The small scream that came out of Catherine was enough for him to quickly raise her from the floor and into his arms again.
"Just get me out of the house Gil." She was pleading with Grissom now. She had been trying to remain strong, but she knew she was going to lose control if she stayed in that room.
"Do me a favor Cath?" Gil whispered. "Keep your eyes closed as go through the house. We'll get it all cleaned up for you, but you don't need to see it now."
With complete trust, she followed Gil's request and let him carry her away from her nightmare come true.
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to be continued
Author: Angie
email: hill@grics.net
Disclaimers: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation does not belong to me, they are the property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful actors who portray them.
Author's Notes: I really wasn't going to post this, it's not finished and I really didn't want to have two WIP's out there. Thanks to Rita for coming up with the title. And also to Lauri for betaing this part for me.
Spoilers: nothing really
Distribution: The GraveshiftCSI Homepage, ShipperWorldCSI… all others please ask.
* * *
He had thought the panic and dread he had been feeling earlier was bad, but nothing compared to what he was feeling now. Closing the distance in two strides, he reached out and wrenched the door open. That's when he finally saw her… on the floor with limbs bound behind her and duct tape covering her mouth. He prayed that it wasn't her blood she was covered in, but feared it was. Setting his case beside him he knelt down, his gaze connecting with hers. He could see the look of shear terror that was embedded in her eyes and his heart broke. He wasn't sure what to do first, untie her or remove the tape. Glancing into her eyes once again he saw his answer reflected in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry Cath. This is going to hurt." He whispered before reaching for the tape. Turning his eyes from her view he grasped a corner of the tape and pulled it off, carefully, trying not to inflict anymore pain then she had already received. He winced when he heard her moan. He had always told himself he would protect her from harm, not only had he failed with Eddie, but now he found himself inflicting the pain on her. "Oh God Cath. I'm so sorry," her repeated softly.
"Please, Gil, just untie me." She pleaded, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over.
He reached for the ropes behind her, but stopped when he heard her voice.
"Don't." She waited until she had his full attention. "Use a knife or scissors, I don't want any evidence destroyed." A sad smile played upon her face as she watched Gil turn around to reach into his kit and take out a pair of scissors and a small handful of evidence bags.
He reached behind her again and gently removed the rope that bound her wrists and ankles together. He then worked on the individual rope around her wrists. Just as the scissors made contacts with the rope the phone rang. Reaching into his pocket he grabbed the phone and glanced at the caller id before answering.
"Hello… No stay where you are sweetie… Everything is fine in here… I'm with your mother right now…" He looked at Cath as he said this last line and he could see the tears she had been trying to contain slip down her cheeks. "Just stay there and wait for us okay… We'll be out as soon as we can. Okay, I'll tell her." He said just before hanging up.
"'Tell her' what?" Catherine asked
"I'll tell you soon, but first I need to know if you are all right." He told her, desperately wanting to wipe away the tears but knowing that Catherine wasn't going to let him 'destroy the evidence.' He had never hated that phrase more then he did today. Reaching behind her once more, he slowly cut the ropes that bound her wrists together. Once he cut through her bindings, he gathered up the rope and placed it in one of the evidence bags beside him.
Gently moving her arms in front of her, he got a close look at the marks that had been left there. The red welts stood out against her delicate skin and he could see where her skin had turned raw in places, from her fighting against the ropes. His fingers began caressing her arms, checking for broken bones. He quickly pulled back when he heard the quick intake of air.
"I'm okay Gil."
"No you aren't. If you were 'okay' you wouldn't have breathed in like that. The light in this closet is awful, I need to get you out of here." Even though this last part was said out loud, he was really talking to himself. Placing an arm behind her back and the other behind her knees he easily shifted her weight into his arms. He waited for Cath to place her arms around him and then stood up. He carefully extracted them from the confines of the closet and made his way to the bed.
"No."
He stopped at the sound of her voice.
"Not the bed, that's where…" Catherine stopped not wanting to continue her train of thought. "… there's going to be evidence there. You can put me down Gil, I'm sure I can walk."
With his arm firmly around her upper body, he loosened his grip behind her knees and slowly lowered her to the floor. The small scream that came out of Catherine was enough for him to quickly raise her from the floor and into his arms again.
"Just get me out of the house Gil." She was pleading with Grissom now. She had been trying to remain strong, but she knew she was going to lose control if she stayed in that room.
"Do me a favor Cath?" Gil whispered. "Keep your eyes closed as go through the house. We'll get it all cleaned up for you, but you don't need to see it now."
With complete trust, she followed Gil's request and let him carry her away from her nightmare come true.
*~*~*~*
to be continued