Chapter 3

A/N- Back by popular demand! The ongoing saga of Ahmaryllis. The story does go somewhere eventually. I promise, it gets better after this chapter. It's more a bridge chapter. I need a link between what i wrote and what i wrote about already which is stuff for the later part of the story. Or something like that.

Anyways, a little warning about a part where Ahmaryllis imagines things. It has to do with rape-style things. If you're touchy about that kind of stuff,I can't say i didn't warn you. And for anyone who's confused about it, she's imagining it. Think Stephen King-style delusions.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, Greg Sanders ( i wish i did) or anything except Ahmaryllis. Oh, and my candy

It was 11 o'clock in the morning when Greg rolled out of bed. He wondered why he felt so refreshed when the memories of last night came back to him. The murders, the case, Ahmaryllis coming back with him and Grissom letting him off early so he could have a nice long sleep. He got dressed and went to wake Ahmaryllis up. Not to his surprise, Ahmaryllis was already awake and dressed. She was channel flipping and he heard her mutter about too many decorating shows on at this time.

"Hey, Katya. Have a nice sleep?" She looked up and half-smiled.

"Not bad. How about you?" Greg nodded and proceeded to make his own breakfast. To his delight, someone had already started the coffee. He paused suddenly as a new revelation came to him. Where had Ahmaryllis had found the coffee?

"Hey...where'd you find the coffee? I thought that I had hid this blend." Sadly enough, Greg hid his best blend, Columbian Dark, in case some coffee-stealing freak broke in and took all his coffee. Once, it had actually happened and the jerk took most of his roasts. Greg was not a happy guy that day.

Ahmaryllis grinned evilly. "Behind the garbage bags under the sink. You might want to move it because the icky smell from your plumbing will seep in." Greg gave her a bizzare look and grabbed his coco-puffs out of the cabinet. I'm not sure whether I want to scream or do a happy-dance. Ahmaryllis certainly was an...interesting character. An interesting character with character quirks. Greg mused on that thought until Ahmaryllis brought him back down to earth. "Are we going?"

"Ya, actually. Thanks for reminding me. Let's go." They went to his car and Greg drove them to the lab.

On the way there Ahmaryllis was quiet and stared out the window. Greg wondered what she was thinking and figured that he didn't really want to disturb her. He didn't know what to expect with this kid.

Ahmaryllis got increasingly nervous as they neared the lab. She didn't want them to run tests and find out about her and her secrets. She was also scared of all the people. After last night, the closest anyone had ever come to her was 3 feet. In the lab, she guessed that there would be people who would bump into her. People pressing in all around her. People everywhere...Ahmaryllis swallowed and distanced herself from that thought. Of course, the man last night had done unnatural things to her. On second thought, there might have been two men. She couldn't recall. All she remembered was the warmth, the hands and the breathing. Choking back a sob, Ahmaryllis immersed herself in looking at her shirt.

Of course, it was one of Greg's. Red, button-up t-shirt with white flowers. It was large on her but Ahmaryllis felt safe in the bagginess. This way no one could see her shape and want it. This way no one would care. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the pants. Yes, they hid her form, but they also fell down around her ankles. But thats' what God made belts for. Before Ahmaryllis could believe it, they were at the crime lab.

"Here we are. I'll show you around and...um, show you lab. I guess." Greg was nervous for some reason. He didn't know why, but it was frying his nerves. He mentally slapped himself and walked in. To him, it was routine. Sign in and try to avoid his boss while heading to the lab. For Ahmaryllis, it was borderlining on a nightmare.

All her senses were on high alert and she was running high on adrenaline. All the males seemed to look at her with lust in their eyes. They all moved closer to her as she followed Greg towards his lab. The instruments that they held in their hands were shifted around into pefect position to hit her. Long, slender tools were fingered with sick thoughts in mind. Soon, they would violate her. The flourescent lighting grew in intensity until they blinded her. All the voices and sounds became a muffled hum. The world spun and Ahmaryllis felt her knees give way. She slowly collapsed onto the ground. A pair of hands grabbed her and lifted her up. No voice could be heard through the blackness covering Ahmaryllis' thoughts but she felt herself being draped across someone's shoulders and taken somewhere. As she began slipping away, she felt herself being laid down on her back. A hand lifted her head up and cool liqiud was poured down her throat. Another hand brushed the hair off her face and tried to fan her down. Ahmaryllis simply let go of consciousness.

Catherine let the water trickle down Ahmaryllis' throat and sat back. Greg was stroking her hair. The damp persperation had began to disappear with the fan blowing. "Is she going to be alright? Or more importantly, what happened?" Greg asked. Catherine sighed and thought for a second.

"I think she got scared and the shock finally set in. You said that she was nervous in the car?"

"Somewhat. She wouldn't talk at all and stared out the window. I guess she was thinking because she suddenly turned away and began looking at her shirt."

Catherine nodded. "Over-active imagination. She must've imagined the worse-case scenario with everyone who walked past. Maybe she imagined every one of them raping her. I'm not sure but that's my theory."

Greg looked at the unconscious girl and reflected on the past couple minutes. He had heard ragged, harsh breathing coming from behind him. Turning around, he saw a pale-faced Ahmaryllis sink slowly to her knees. Grabbing her under her arms he threw her arm over his shoulder and brought her to the nearest room-the break room. Catherine was sitting there doing paper work and helped him lower Ahmaryllis onto the couch. Catherine grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and, lifting the poor girl's head up, let the water slide down her throat. Catherine had instructed Greg to turn on the fan since Ahmaryllis was burning to the touch. Greg felt sorry for the kid. She got scared and passed out. He was just glad that she would be alright.

"Catherine, got anything for the case?" He asked suddenly.

"We do. There was semen on Ahmaryllis' sheets and we were waiting for you to run it. Plus there were epithilias all over the bodies. The only thing is, we think that they're from other family members. We collected finger prints from all the doors and bodies and they were the family members'. We need to find the murder weapon. Doc Robbins said that they died from either blunt force truama to the head, gunshot wounds or asphyxiation. In fact, the father died from the gun, the mother was blunt force truama, the oldest brother a gun and the youngest brother strangulation. There was a bullet hole in the father but nothing in the brother. The guys at ballistics are trying to figure what gun shot it but the make is pretty common. We're not even sure if the killers are from this area. We think that they may have been following the family because of all the moving that they've done. We won't know anything until Ahmaryllis wakes up."

"So I have my work cut out for me then. Semen, epithilias and the other evidence from the psycho granny case. I definately don't want her as my grandmother." Catherine let out a little chuckle. A grandmother had apparently robbed a grocery store and killed two clerks, one shopper and sent another to the hospital. She regained her composure.

"Greg, this case is top priority. Go work on it while Ahmaryllis is still here. It would upset her to see you working on a case involving her parents. I'll watch her." Greg stood up and with a last gance at Ahmaryllis, went to the lab.

Ten, twenty minutes passed until Ahmaryllis groaned and slowly opened her eyes. "Who are you?" she croaked. Catherine smiled softly.

"I'm Catherine Willows, CSI here at the lab. Greg just left to run some tests. Would you like anything?" Ahmaryllis shook her head.

"No, I'm fine. I-I just passed out. Um, actually, can I go to the washroom?" Ahmaryllis just needed a moment's privacy, and the washroom was the perfect place for that.

"Sure." Catherine said. "It's down the hall on your right."

"Thanks." said Ahmaryllis quietly. She got up and made her way to the door. There, she took a deep breath and began walking down the hall. Left, right, left, right... the rhythm of her feet helped her to focus on walking in a straight line. Eventually, she reached the bathroom. Leaning on the cool ceramic of the sink, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Ahmaryllis was a wreak. Her hair was kind of mussed up, there were bags underneath her eyes and her skin was unnaturally pale. I need coffee. she thought.

Ahmaryllis turned on the water and splashed some on her face. The coolness revived her and she went into a stall and locked the door. Sitting down on the toilet seat, she wondered if she should reveal what she knew. It would certainly help the CSI's-especially Greg- solve the case but could they trust her after? Would they wonder what other secrets she had under her skin? Ahmaryllis let these questions and many others spin around in her brain before settling on her desicion. She walked out of the stall, out of the washroom and over to the reception.

"Hello, could you please get Catherine Willows for me? I need to talk to her about the ongoing case." The receptionist nodded and paged Catherine. To Ahmaryllis' surprise, not only Catherine came, but Nick and Grissom too.

"Ahmaryllis, what is it?" Catherine asked.

Ahmaryllis took a deep breath. "I have something important that I need to tell you. It's about the case and you should hear it." The three CSI's exchanged looks and led her to the interregation room. They sat her down and Grissom left, leaving Catherine, Nick and Ahmaryllis.

"This is a bit long, but it's very important. You see, when I was little..."

Oooh...cliffhanger...The next chapter is mostly Ahmaryllis' confession, but what is it? Stay tuned kiddies! I love reviews by the way...drop a line!