Secret Whispers: Chapter Sixteen Confessions of the Death Artist

Greg forced his gluey eyes open and smiled tiredly at the person who was standing there, "Hey." he cleared his throat twice before attempting to speak again, "Andrea how nice of you to visit me."

Andrea flicked her long black glossy curls over her shoulder and sat down next to the bed, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, no prob." Greg broke off to cough dryly, "Occupational hazard."

Andrea smiled and ducked her head, "You seem to attract bad luck where ever you go." at Greg's questioning look she answered, "I heard about the lab explosion. Fire and smoke seems to like you very much."

"Yeah well I am a likable guy you know." Greg said and attempted to smile and winced as his dry lips split.

Andrea frowned and grabbed some water and a tissue, "Here." she pressed the tissue to his lips and slowly dribbled the liquid down his throat.

"Thanks. I needed that. Would've got it myself hours ago, but these painkillers are dulling my senses and reaction time. Can't even move my arms to call the nurse down here." Greg said his lids fluttering slightly, "Makes me awfully drowsy too."

"Yeah well that's the doctor's reasoning you know. Keep the patient on morphine so he doesn't do any damage." Andrea said.

"Spoken like a true cynical doctor. You ever consider becoming one?"

"Did, spent the better part of my life becoming a doctor only to fail in the final qualifications exam." Andrea sighed.

"Oh what happened?"

Andrea sighed and looked off to one side, "This girl came in, complained about stomach pain. Thought it was just a girl's you know menstrual cycle, turns out it was an ulcer. Two in fact. One perferated before we had the chance to treat it and it spilt the stomach contents into the body. Damaging the livers and kidneys badly. You know if I hadn't made the wrong diagnosis, that girl would've lived and her parents wouldn't be grieving. The only thing that the hospital cared about was the lawsuit against them. That's why I failed."

Greg placed a hand on Andrea's, "The hospital are full of sadistic bastards arn't they?"

Andrea smiled, "Still it was my fault."

"Doctors are bound to kill at least one patient in their whole career, yours just came a little bit early."

She tilted her head to one side, "You want to know the real reason why I'm here?"

"Why? You want to get laid by a guy that can hardly move?" Greg asked smiling a little.

Chuckling she gave Greg a pat on the shoulder, "Close but no cigar. The real reason is that I'm here to confess."

"Whoa whoa whoa. Hold your horses there mate, you need a priest or something and I am definitely not one." Greg said.

"Well I'm not that religious and churches scare me, so you're the next best thing." Andrea said gripping her purse, "Please don't interrupt me. If I stop, I won't be able to go on telling you my sins and I need to repent so badly." Andrea sobbed as tears ruined her mascara.

"Andrea I promise I won't interrupt you, just cleanse your system if you want to. Come on." Greg gave her a weak one arm hug.

"Greg, I have come to confess to the murders of Tim, Angelina, and Tina of Las Vegas."

Gregs eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, Andrea held up her hand, "Don't interrupt. My motive? Revenge, anger, and jealousy. Tim lives in the same building as I do, he came onto me one night. Slapped him away and said I was way to old for him, plus he tried beating up my little brother. Well half-brother would be more accurate, next day I find my parakeet in my mail box. It was decapitated and a note was stuck onto it's butt, it said, 'Those who off me pay the price.' Well let's just say he got what was coming for him.

"Angelina was a friend of mine. She was deep in shit, her ex lover a poster girl for some famous magazine, was suing her for abuse. She asked to borrow ten grand, I gave it to her. This was like a year ago, she kept asking for more and more. Later I found out she was not paying off her debts but using it to buy heroin for her habit. I confronted her and she was high, started pushing me around so I took her scarf and tackled her, made her go to sleep with that nifty stuff, chloroform.

"Tina, Tina was my doctor. Was always nice to me had a nice husband. But I could see what her plans really were, don't you see, she was destroying Catherine. Took Warrick just to spite her, Catherine in her cool collective manner didn't do anything about it. Only stood by and watched. I walked into the clinic one day and jealousy just came over me, she had everything I wanted. Her job, a good faithful husband, and a nice home a step up from the sleazy apartments I had to live in all my life.

"Greg, I know what you're thinking. I had no right to take these people lives and the motives I produced are stupid and idiotic. But it was like I wasn't even doing it, like I was just watching TV you know, a bystander. I couldn't control it and it was like some other person took over my body and made me do those things. But I did it plain as day and I'm guilty. Now I have one more thing I must do." she took out a needle from her purse filled with a clear liquid, "This might kill you but pray these mediocre doctors and nurses are quick on their feet."

Greg's mind was in shock, how could such a lovely young lady he had known for a little over a year now be the serial killer everyone was talking about. He was in denial, she couldn't have done it. Yet his fogged filled mind saw Andrea reach for the IV tube and inject it with a lethal dose of something. The last words he uttered before he saw darkness was, "You couldn't have."

Andrea fluttered her eyelashes and placed a kiss upon Greg's forehead, "I'm sorry Greg but I did. Now goodbye, forever unless we meet in hell or heaven."

Greg immediately went into cardiac arrest, his breathing became noisy and laboured and the monitor went wild. The nurses and a doctor rushed in and pushed her out of the room, Andrea couldn't help but roll his eyes and smile, "Idiots."

Ryan sighed as he got out of his parked car, he was about a block away from the university, he couldn't get a better parking space then that. Take what you could before it disappeared and besides Ryan thought he needed more exercise. It had started to rain, he tucked his hands into his pockets and headed for the university. It always seemed like the wind had a vendetta against him, whether it be sleet, snow, or rain it would blow in his direction until his nose went numb. He would've walked backwards but then he'd probably bump into something, fall, and break his leg or arm. He glanced up as he passed a snazzy looking bar with colorful lights and sounds, he wouldn't have seen anything like it back home in that pitiful excuse of a town that he and an old friend had dubbed HELL. Christ if anybody's parents had caught you in one, they'd probably tattle on you and then you get your ass kicked around the house verbally and physically.

Vegas was one of the beautifullest cities Ryan had ever seen, from afar and up close and personal. All you had to do was ignore the people who tried to pick your pockets and the smells of the gutter where feces, urine, and only god knows what was coming out of it. The lights were awesome, it lite up the whole street at night and whenever it was dark like now, but it just made the alleys look more darker and scarier. You never knew who or what might be lurking in the shadows. Ryan smiled to himself, his face numb and pale from the cold rain which plastered his black hair to his scalp, he read too many horror stories. The bad guys always jump out from dark corners to slit your throat or take you prisoner. He really needed to get a life.

He flexed his fingers in his pocket and then checked his watch, couple more minutes till french and he thought he could make it if he didn't get run over or something. He glanced upwards as the smell of sizzling hot dogs wafted through the wet air and closed his eyes. It smelled so good, maybe he'd get one for himself. Suddenly a large and hard hand slammed onto his face, effectively pushing him into something solid and he was pretty sure it was no wall but a slab of muscle. Another arm circled around his slim waist effectively pinning one of his arms, the other he beat the attacker with. He felt a gust of hot air near his ear and liquor and smoke assualted his nose, "Told ya I'd find ya. Now no squirming or screaming, we wouldn't want you to get hurt now would we."

Ryan was terrified, thoughts kept running through his head, 'How had he found him so quickly? What was he going to do? What was the punishment? Whould it hurt?' At the last one he couldn't help but grimace. Of course it would hurt.

He felt something poking into his ribcage, the voice whispered, "Now keep walking or I'll have to shock you."

Ryan did as he was told, he wasn't thinking clearly, fear was driving his mind and body now. They walked for about five minutes until they came to a dark blue sedan, the arm around his waist left for a second, but the arm around his neck tightened, slowly squeezing off his oxygen. Not enough to kill him, but enough to make him dizzy, weak, and unable to fight his assailant. The man took out his car keys and flicked off the car alarm, then opened the door. Next thing Ryan knew he was seeing stars.

Hodges slowly came around and was shocked to find most of the CSI team looming over him like some overhanging cliffs, "Are you trying to give poor old me a heart attack?"

Grissom stepped up, why did it seem like they were all glaring at him? "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" Hodges asked puzzled.

"We found you bound, gagged, and unconsious in the front seat of your car."

"Oh that. I must say Andrea is a rough one."

"What?" Nick asked his interest perking up.

"Oh right before I got out of the car, she came bounding out of the building and flagged me down. Then she jumped me and put something on my mouth and nose. After that it kinda got hazy but I'm pretty sure she said, 'I did it. I need to confess to the only surviving angel.' Now don't ask me what she meant, cause I don't know."

Grissom frowned and he thought for a second before making a mad dash towards the door. The rest of the CSI's ended up looking at each other, they didn't get it but they followed their boss out of the doors just in case he needed some major backup. Hodges was left muttering to himself, nobody ever told him anything. "Grissom." Catherine yelled, "What's going on?"

Grissom looked up, "Get in the car, we need to save Greg. I'll explain it to you on the way there."