A/N Okay not quiet sure if this will be a long chapter or a short one. It will mainly just be some father/son bonding for Gil and Alex but I might get the others in it. I feel like responding to peoples reviews for the last chapter:
Zoderella -Thank you very much it makes me happy to know people love my story.
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A/N again: Do people actually read these things?
Chapter Six:
Grissom's Office
Alex was holding Grissom's favorite tarantula in his hand with a large grin. He was sitting at the desk chair while Grissom leaned up against the desk watching. Looking up his smile grew. "Mom freaks anytime I hold a spider to her. Its funny," he spoke softly while looking back down at the spider. Standing he carefully put it back in the cage. Sitting back down he pouted. "Did you know I was even alive?"
"No I didn't. But it doesn't mean I don't love you."
"What about my sister? Did you know of her?"
"Yes I knew of her. Your mother used to live here and I'm her godfather."
"What's that mean?"
"Well if your mommy dies then Lindsey would go to me to take care of."
"Who do I go to?"
"I'm your dad so you would also be with me. Plus if they tried to take you away I would fight for you."
"Grissom," Mia said entering the office with Jacqui. He looked up at them surprised to see worried looks. "Uh ... well Agent Flynn told us to give her these reports but we can't find her."
"I thought AFIS and CODIS were shut down?" He asked taking the reports.
"They are but there are these separate systems now for people who work in law enforcement only. Basically CSI, police officers, detectives, etcetera. She asked us to run them through there," Jacqui informed.
"Told us not to look at the results and give them to her immediately," Mia continued. He opened the results and his eyes widened in shock.
"You said she isn't here right," his eyes hadn't left from the paper.
"Yeah ... we checked everywhere then came straight to you," they said at the same time. "Why?"
"Alex stay here," he opened his desk draw and pulled out his gun. Mia and Jacqui were shocked as he sprinted from the room and down the hall. Heading off towards the layout room they knew the others were in they tried to figure out what could have him acting strange. Entering they found that the entire room was silent but when they entered all looked at them.
"Um ... what's up," Mia asked looking at the upset faces.
"Catherine's back," Greg said looking back at the file in front of him.
"Really. Where? We haven't seen her," Jacqui said getting ready to go look for her. They were best friends, not as close as her and Grissom but still they were good friends.
"Oh you saw her already. Her and her son Alex," Sara snapped. "Oh and Lindsey. She's Agent Flynn."
"What," Mia sat down in a chair. "We just gave results to Grissom that she wanted. He ... he went weird on us. Grabbed his gun and sprinted off."
"I thought systems were done," Nick asked. Jacqui quickly filled them in. Warrick just shrugged and went back to searching the file.
"That ... is odd," Greg mumbled. "I mean what could freak Gris so much for him to grab his gun. I thought he hated them."
"He does," Warrick said holding up the photo of victim seven. "Only because of the time he killed someone with one."
"When," Nick asked trying to remember when that was.
"Catherine's second rookie case," he placed the photo in the center of the table. "Suspect came back and was trying to ... well let's just say he fired a shot. It went through the suspect and into Cath's left shoulder."
"Oh ... so ... I'm lost," Sara was studying the photo. "What are you saying?"
"I once asked Grissom how long it would take for him to pull the trigger if someone was threatening our lives. He responded with he would try to talk them out of it before pulling the trigger. I asked if that would be different if it was Catherine. He said in a heart beat."
"So," Greg said.
"You guys are slow," Nick said. "Think. Victim sevens name is Catherine Willows! You're trying to say that he thinks that ..."
"She's gone," Grissom interrupted entering the room. "He's gone."
"What are you talking about?" Warrick asked.
"Warrick call Agent Black and inform him we have a kidnapping, tell him to bring all the agents Lindsey and Becka. Sara when Lindsey and Becka arrive you are in charge of watching them. That includes Alex. Nicky Greg I want you to help get the systems back up and running pronto we may need them soon. Mia, Jacqui go back to your laps." He turned to leave.
In the back of a van
It had happened so quickly. First she had been walking around the lab searching for her suspect. She knew she should have contacted her partner with the information but she hadn't. That was a mistake. Not being able to find her suspect she had gone to her office to get her purse. She was just going to go get a quick snack. It was no longer dark out. In fact it seemed to be halfway through the sunrise. Not many people were around, nor were many cars driving by.
As she was walking she saw something like a baby in a car. It was parked in the visitors section. As she was rushing towards the vehicle she stopped. The car was hers and the baby was just a buddle of nothing. Turning she ran into the person she had been looking for. She had felt his had grip her arm and then a needle be pushed into her skin and then everything had gone pretty fuzzy.
Opening her eyes she looked around the area she was in. They were moving and she was low to the ground. Trying to sit up she found it difficult. Looking down to her feet she saw they were tied together at the ankles and knew it was the same with her wrists. Looking around again she found a knife sitting not that far away. Flipping over she began to manipulate her body over to it. She had gotten the knife into her hands when she felt a hand grip her hair.
"Drop it," Ecklie ordered yanking on her hair. That's when she had noticed the van had stopped moving. "I said drop it!" He ordered. "Agent Flynn I warned you earlier. You just don't listen."
"Screw you," she snapped trying to cut the cords holding her wrists together. He pulled her head back so she was looking into his cold eyes.
"I said drop the knife," he lifted a switch and smirked. "Or I'll make the lab go boom. Wouldn't want Alex to get hurt now would we?" She dropped the knife and he smiled. "Now that's a good girl."
"Go to hell," she spat at him. He dropped her head to the floor. She heard his door open and then slam shut. All was quiet for awhile and she went for the knife again. Freeing her hands she smiled. Taking the knife she freed her feet. Getting onto her knees she looked over the front seat. The keys were in the ignition. She hadn't even heard the back door open as she began to climb over the seat. A grip on her ankle made her turn and she began to struggle.
"Naughty naughty," He said in a sing song voice. Pulling forcefully she fell to the ground the sound of her head hitting the hard metal sounding louder then ever to her. She let out a moan as things began to spin. She felt herself being pulled towards the edge and then being lifted into his arms. Squinting her eyes in the sun she began to squirm slightly. It was no longer early in the morning but near afternoon. The sunlight disappeared as they entered the house. She could smell the metallic stench of dried blood. Blood that she knew had been there for fourteen months. Blood she knew came from fourteen other innocent women who had suffered his wrath. Blood she had begun to blame herself for. "Let's see how well you play."
"I don't want to play," she snapped. Again she felt a needle penetrating her skin and again things were black.
Crime Lab
Grissom, Black, and Warrick were gathered in Ecklie's office. Warrick was at the bookshelf looking for clues. Grissom was at the desk searching his computer and everything else he could get into. Black was looking at the pictures and other things gathered on the wall. Grissom looked up when he had lifted a photo. "Wow she looks so much like Flynn," he said turning the picture so they could see.
It was from the last New Years Party before Catherine had left. In the photo was of the two of them. Catherine had Grissom in a head lock and was dragging him over to the team. Who were in the corner of the photo, pointing and laughing. Lindsey was with the team. It brought a smile to his face as he remembered the event. He had told Catherine all he wanted to do was stand in the corner alone. She had then begun to drag him off to the gang when he yanked his arm free. So ... she pulled him into a head lock. "Catherine," he whispered softly.
"Gris ... maybe ... maybe you should remove yourself from the case," Warrick said walking to him. He had an unopened photo album in his hand.
"No," He snapped. "I promised her long ago I would keep her safe and if I swear on my life I will keep that promise. What's that?"
"I don't know. I was just going to open it when Black ... when I saw the photo," he handed over the album.
"This is from when she first got to Vegas," He stated after opening the album. The first photo was of a waitress in a diner they all go to. The table she was heading too had a younger version of Grissom and Ecklie, from when they had been friends. Who had taken the picture he didn't know.
"Wow ... this guy was obsessed," Black said after they got halfway through the album to see it was all of the same person. Finally Grissom got to the back and it was the photos only he had seen not that long ago.
"Basterd raped her," Warrick snapped.
"Yeah and then accused her of sleeping with men in her office," Grissom whispered.
"You knew," Warrick snapped.
"She told me ... I found her ... I saw these already," he turned the page and found pictures of Catherine leaving her house for good. "He followed her home."
"Stalked her since he first meet her," Warrick shuck his head. Going back to the book shelf he pulled more albums out. Opening one he found more photos of Catherine. Three more had photos of Catherine. Two had photos of Lindsey, but Catherine was in them all. Another one had photos of Grissom, with Catherine and occasionally the rest of the team or Lindsey or both. Another one though had photos of all of the men Catherine had seen over the years. Some of the photos had her in them wrapped in the guy's arms.
"Um ... do you guys know something ..." Black began but Grissom interrupted.
"Warrick ... contact Sam, Lily, and Nancy ... they deserve to know she's gone," he stood.
"Wait ... why would the mother of the kids who found the last victim have to know Flynn's gone?"
"Because Flynn is also her sister," he snapped. "Flynn is not Flynn she is Willows! Call her Flynn again and I will beat the living daylights out of you. Her name is Catherine Willows."
"Um ... Gris," Sara said interrupting. "Lindsey wants to see you. She's ... Gris she's crying."
Some House
She slowly came back to consciousness. Her hands were bound above her head in chains. Her feet were also chained, her legs spread in a v shape like her arms. She was against the wall which was cold against her skin. 'I'm naked,' she thought. 'Sick basterd.' She began to struggle fighting back the screams for help she wanted to let out. 'Okay calm down,' she took a deep breath and looked around. She was in some sort of basement. 'Let's see its dark dark and more ... oh now it's not dark.'
"Hello kitty," Ecklie said walking up to her. The lights were now turned on and she had to squint her eyes to block out the light. His fingers ran down her cheek and to her neck. They continued to travel downward as she struggled. "Perfect."
"What's so god damn perfect," she snapped trying to get away from his touch.
"Your skin," he whispered coming closer to her. She tried to move away but it was pointless. "Do you know how many women I have had in this room? How many women I use to pretend to be her? How many of them scream out in joy?"
"More like disgust," she turned her head as his face came closer to hers. Closing her eyes as he took in her smell she fought the urge to barf. "Get the hell away from me!"
"Feisty," he smirked. "None of the others were feisty. They were quiet. Only cried. She never cries. Never screamed either. Oh but she fought and snapped at me like you are. I think I'll keep you."
"I rather be dead," she felt his hand grip her throat.
"You know Agent Flynn," he brought his face up to hers. "You are really starting to make me mad."
"I heard that's easy," she smirked but quickly began chocking as his hand tightened around her throat. Just as she was about to black out he loosened the grip. Gulping in as much air as she could she began to cough.
"If I were you I would stop trying to be smart."
"Well with you around a baby is smart." He stepped back from her smirking and she furrowed her brow. 'What is he planning,' she thought. Then she saw the whip in his hand and her eyes widened. Gulping she watched as he tightened his grip on it.
"Agent Flynn you may want to watch what you say to because here ... here I'm in control. You are mine. I control you. Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Good girl," he turned and walked over to a chair. Pulling it over he took a seat in front of her. There was a cold smirk on his face she truly disliked. "None of them were her. None of them could ever be her. Have you ever had such a craving for a person you couldn't control it," he waited for awhile. "What no answer? Pity. I have. She was lovely you know. The perfect women. But no he had her. He made her smile and laugh. While I ... I was her enemy. Her enemy. I once was her friend but no he saved her life. I would have done the same and made sure she wasn't injured in the processes. I would have kept her safe. But no he was sent to the scene with her. When I visited her at the hospital he was there. He was telling her how much he was sorry. How he would keep her safe. Oh but he couldn't keep her safe. No ... you know why?"
"Why couldn't he keep her safe," She said looking at the ground. She clearly remembered that day but didn't remember ever seeing Ecklie. In fact that was when she had begun to hate him. She had over heard him talking to a lab tech who had said she deserved it and he agreed. That was why she and Grissom had started hating him.
"Because I won't let him Agent Flynn," his voice broke into her thoughts. "I will find her again. And then I won't need you to replace her. We will be the perfect couple. I will force her to love me like I love her."
"Well in that case ..." she stopped.
"What?"
"Nothing," she whispered.
"No continue please."
"I hope you never find her," she finished. 'Or find out you have found her,' She thought.
"I will. She will mess up one day. I will find her," he smiled standing again. He went to another corner and bent down. When he walked back it was with the pile of the clothes she had had on.
Crime Lab
Grissom entered his office to find Lindsey in a ball on the ground crying. Alex and Becka were sitting on the couch; the two hadn't been told what was going on, watching her silently. Grissom carefully walked over to her and sat down. Brushing his fingers through his hair he gained her attention. She climbed into his lap and held on tight. His fingers continued to brush trough her hair as he rocked her back and forth. "I'm sorry Linds."
"I'm scared Uncle Gil," she whispered. He looked up at Sara, Nick, Greg, Warrick, and Agent Black who had all gathered in his doorway. Black was looking at him confused. No one had fully filled him in yet, nor the rest of the Agents. "I don't want her to go through that again."
"Linds ..." he tilted her chin. "You knew why she left didn't you?" She nodded. Pulling her into a tight hug he continued rocking her back and forth. "I promise I will get her back. I promise."
"You can't promise that Uncle Gil. You just can't," she began crying more. "He has her. I warned her and warned her but no she wouldn't listen. I kept begging her to get off the case but she wouldn't. She wants to prove herself to everyone. And now look at what happens."
"Linds she is a strong women," he whispered closing his eyes to fight his own tears. It was helpless they fell anyways. "She will get through this. I know she will."
"How?"
"Because," he opened his eyes and looked down at her. Blue eyes meet blue eyes and he smiled. "Because she has you to think about. She has Alex to think about. I know she won't leave you. Not yet. Not until she is forced to. Plus I just know."
"But how can you just know? How can you know she is still alive?"
The room was silent as they waited. Sara stood her hand over her mouth fighting back her own tears. Nick had his arms wrapped around her tears silently falling. Warrick was doing the best he could from bursting into tears as he watched. Greg was already crying. Black ... well Black just looked confused and like he would rather be the one comforting Lindsey. Grissom though reached up and wiped her tears away and she his. There was a smile on his face as he placed his hand on his heart.
"Because my heart hasn't broken yet," He picked her up and placed her on his feet. "Because if she was dead I would feel it. I would be broken into millions of pieces. My life would have gone cold and pointless," he didn't know his words were not only comforting Lindsey but himself and everyone watching. "Because I love your mother with all my heart and won't give up on her."
"Thank you," she wrapped her arms around his neck. His went around her waist holding her tight. "I love you Uncle Gil."
"I love you too Butterfly," he whispered standing with her in his arms. Carrying her to the couch he set her down. "I want you to watch Alex and Becka for me."
"Okay," she smiled and pulled Alex into her lap.
"Behave guys," He ruffled Alex's hair and placed a kiss on the top of Lindsey's head.
"Bye bye daddy," Alex said as he left. Once he shut his door Sara burst into tears and sprinted down the hall. Nick looked utterly shocked and confused. Grissom just smiled at him.
"Go talk to her Nicky," he told him. Turning to Warrick he noticed he had been unsuccessful at hiding his tears. "Agent Black I should inform you that Agent Flynn is not really Agent Flynn. Flynn is her maiden name while her surname is Willows."
"Like victim seven?" He asked.
"Yes. Oh and victim seven is really victim eight. Catherine was the first victim ... and his normal target. His obsession.
Some House
She was alone again but no longer chained to the wall. He had released her and given her a change of clothes, or more like a robe. It was a long silk red robe that was now wrapped tightly around her body. She was sitting in a corner trying to hold back her tears and fight the memories that wanted to come back. The ones that haunted her in her sleep. Footsteps could be heard upstairs as he walked around. She figured he was in the kitchen cooking. 'Is this his actually house,' she asked herself. 'Or is this some place else? Surely the first place they would go to would be his home? Grissom ... Grissom please come for me.'
Tears were now falling and she tried to whip the away. 'No ... I can't let him make me cry,' she lectured herself. The tears just kept coming faster and faster. The door creaked open and the lights were turned on again. His footsteps were getting closer and closer. She didn't dare look up when he stopped in front of her blocking the bright light.
"Are those tears you are fighting," he bent down next to her. His hand reached out and grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. "You cried faster then the others. Took them at least a week."
Her bottom lip trembled slightly. Tears were coming faster and faster. Tears she had been fighting for nearly three years. Clamping her eyes shut her head dropped to her knees as he released it.
"And here I thought you were like her. She never cries! You're not supposed to cry!"
"S ... sorry," she mumbled moving herself closer to the wall. She looked up at him and saw he was truly angry. "I'm sorry." He backhanded her then gripped her chin in his hands again forcing her to look at him.
"Obviously you are not like her at all," he released her chin with such force her head actually hit the wall.
"Please leave me be," she begged looking at him. "Please just leave me be."
"Why should I do that? Give me one reason why I should leave you be when you lied to me?"
"I ... I haven't lied. He held up her old CSI badge in her face. She gulped as he stormed from the room leaving the card behind. 'I'm dead,' she thought.
A/N It was a long one! Okay what do you think? Please please please tell me what you think! I must know what you think! Plus the more reviews I get the more I wish to please you by getting the next chapter out. Oh and there's one thing I want you to answer: Should I kill off Conrad Ecklie or should I have him go to court and get the Death Penalty? Tell me in your reviews. Which ever has the most votes will be the one I do. So everyone review and give me your opinion. Either way he dies but tell me how you want him to die. By the needle or by someone. Oh and if you want him to be killed before court tell me who you think should be the one who does it. Please please please please review.
Alright I'm not really sure if anyone actually read all that.