Haunted Christmas Chapter 2
G/S
Author Note: I still don't own anything that you might recognize.
"It's really nothing important, Sara," Catherine said. "I was just mentioning to Nick and Warrick that there's this strange house a few miles out in the desert that is supposed to be haunted."
"Cath, I hate to be the one to tell you, but there's really no such thing as ghosts," Sara said matter-of-factly. "People just think they are because they want to believe that there's something else out there."
"Well, I don't know about you guys," said Nick, "but I'll take dead bodies and decomps over ghosts any day."
"Aww, is widdle Nicky afraid of the big bad ghosties?" teased Warrick.
"No! It's not that at all," said Nick, almost too quickly. "It's just that I actually believe in them, and I prefer to stay away from them if at all possible."
"Well, I really don't see that there's anything to be afraid of," said Sara. "They aren't real, and there's no way that they can hurt people."
"How do you explain this?" asked Catherine, who had managed to dig up some old casefiles from Grissom's office on the house in question. Sara picked up one of the folders and glanced through it quickly. It was an apparent suicide, although the victim had been shot in the chest. There had been no fingerprints found on the gun, and the victim had been reported as "suffering from severe depression" and had attempted suicide several times before.
"Simple. The vic was depressed; the holidays are enough to make anyone sad," said Sara, with a hint of irony in her voice.
"So how do you explain this?" Catherine asked, holding out another file. This one was dated twelve years ago, Christmas Eve. The victim had been found dead, suspected suicide, yet still shot through the chest.
"Maybe it's a suicide hot spot," Nick offered, a little tired of being ignored.
"Well, I'm actually not scheduled to work Christmas Eve, so I might go check it out," said Sara. It beats sitting around watching It's a Wonderful Life for the millionth time.
"I'd offer to go with you for backup but I'm supposed to be at a family dinner," said Warrick, looking a little concerned.
"Well, maybe I can get someone else to go with me," Sara said, a little disappointed that Warrick wouldn't go with her. She knew that Catherine and Nick were scheduled to work, so she didn't even try to ask one of them.
As if on cue, Grissom entered the room. "Go where?" he asked. He had practically been forced to take Christmas Eve off, since he had worked nearly every one since anyone could remember.
Again, let me know if there's anything that's inaccurate (and thanks a million for reading).