Sorry peeps that this took so long, I kinda got writer's block in the middle of writting it. Anywho I must say if you don't know what I'm talking about in this chapter then you'd be lost but I'll do my best to explain.
Ryan and Andrea are half siblings, their step father used to be a wealthy man who after a fatal incident with their littlest half sister lost all his money and turned to drink. Their mother ditched the whole family after she married this man and having her third child, she went back to whoring and drugging up. I must warn you though this story hints towards mature themes like sexual abuse and incest anybody who can not stomach this, better stop reading now.
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Secret Whispers: Chapter Seventeen Ready To Deal?
Catherine gripped the dashboard until her knuckles turned a stark white as Grissom ran through yet another red light and nearly clipped the edge of a large ford truck, the driver swore obscenely at them. She glanced behind her, Sara looked like she had left her stomach somewhere back at the lab and Nick was clinging to the seat as if there was no tomorrow. At this point in time Catherine was starting to agree with Nick on this one, unless by some miracle they didn't careen into some large semi. She hissed as Grissom cut across the left lane right in front of a screeching van, "Grissom." Catherine said quite breathlessly, "Slow down."
"We have to prevent Andrea from-" Grissom's phone rang.
He took a hand from the steering wheel to answer his phone, but Catherine was quicker and grabbed the phone before he did, "Oh no you don't, keep your eyes on the road. I don't want to die just yet."
Grissom let out a disgruntled sigh, but kept his eyes on the road that was flying past. Catherine flipped the cover to the phone open, "Hello?"
A cool and distant voice answered, "Can I speak to Mr. Grissom please?"
"He's currently indisposed, but I can take your message." Catherine said.
"Okay..." whoever was on the other side clearly thought that she was some kind of whore, "Can you tell Mr. Grissom that his son is currently in a critical condition due to the fact that someone administered a near lethal dose of drugs into his system?"
"What kind of drugs?" Catherine asked gripping the cell hard.
Grissom looked over concerned, but at Catherine's punch he diverted his attention back to the road. The cool voice on the other side, lowered several degrees, "I'm sorry but I can not give out such confedential information."
Catherine restrained herself from calling the other person, some inappropriate names, "Please I'm Mr. Grissoms fiancee, I have the right to know if my soon to be step son is okay."
She scowled as Grissom's lips twitched alarmingly close to a smirk as Nick and Sara giggled in the back like little school children, "In that case, I guess it's okay to tell you." Catherine immediatly pegged the cool distant voice as an inexprienced nurse. "Mr. Sanders was administered a dosage of a medicine that caused him to have a serious allergic reaction. He is now under intensive observation as of now."
"Where can we find G-Mr. Sanders?"
"Second floor, ICU, room 254."
"Thank you." Catherine lowered the cell and snapped it closed, "We're too late, Andrea already had a round with him."
"Damn." Grissom said and hit the wheel, causing an alarmingly loud noise.
He reached for the radio to call dispatch, Catherine slapped his hand away and called it in herself. Minutes later they came to a screeching stop in front of the hospital, they hurriedly jumped out and ran across the green lawn to the hospital. Inside was a bustle of white walls and lights, doctors and nurses were scurrying around like ants, Catherine led the way to Greg's room. They were stopped at the nurses station by one bored looking scare crow, she was skinny with a hawk like nose that was too big for her face and straggly straw coloured hair strayed from her bun, "I'm sorry miss." it was said in the tone of a pompous asshole, "But I can't let you in."
"Look I'm Greg Sanders step mom, can't you just let me go see my son?" Catherine asked pleadingly.
"I'm sorry miss, but he's in a critical condition right now. We are not allowing anybody but the doctors and nurses to see him right now." the nurse now had a firm grip upon Catherine's arm.
"Well can we at least sit around till he's in a better condition?" Catherine asked coldly.
The nurse looked uncertain, but finally nodded, "But don't go in, unless the doctors say it's okay."
"Thank you." Catherine said with gritted teeth.
They all settled down in front of a huge window with the blinds pulled down, "Do you think he'll be okay?" Sara asked.
"Yeah, don't worry. Greg's a fighter, he'll get through this okay." Catherine said laying a hand on Sara's shoulders.
Grissom and Nick contemplated in silence, finally Nick broke the silence, "How could Andrea have done such harmful things to the victims?"
Grissom looked over, "You'd be surprised what people do to one another. Andrea's just another a psychopath, but now that her triangle's complete, what will she do? Kill more people in Las Vegas? Move to another bigger city and continue her pattern there? Will she stop? Or is she the one to kill until she herself is dead or caught?"
Nick looked at his hands, the hands that had once caressed Andrea gently and lovingly, "That's a scary thought."
"And one you should keep in mind."
Andrea smiled as she walked down the street, her hair was now a shade of dirty blonde lightly streaked with pink. She had to wince at that, she hated pink, but this was part of her disguise and she would keep it. She had put in blue tinted contacts and she was dressed in a tight pink dress that stopped mere inches from her crotch. On her feet were a pair of fluffy pink boots that kinda looked like smushed pink poodles. Andrea kept on getting whistled at, she didn't know what had posessed her to take on this disguise, but the harm was already done and the police had probably confiscated her assets by now. A police siren sounded and Andrea looked up, her curls bounced on her back. It was nothing, just a black and white responding to another call from dispatch. She couldn't believe how easy it was to fool the police, a change in her dresscode, different hair and different eyes and they didn't take another look at her, unless it was at her breasts. She had refrained from slapping the uniform around, that would have seemed kind of suspicious.
Her new phone gave off a Britney Spears ring tone, she then and there decided to change as soon as possible. Andrea wondered who on earth had her new number, probably the phone company or something. "Hello?" she put on a falsely preppy voice.
"My dear girl, I have found you."
The smile that had been on her face, slid into a horrified grimace. "What do you want father?" she spat out father as if it was a disgusting swear word and it was. To her and her siblings, maybe.
"Look what I found."
On the other side the cruel man, gave a yank on Ryan's hair. Ryan was unable to stop a whimper from escaping out of his split lips. Andrea stopped in horror, "You wouldn't."
The man gave a snarking laugh, "Did and he's just waiting for more. Arn't you love?" he asked Ryan as he roughly pulled at his hair.
Andrea couldn't help but wince at the sound, "What do you want?" her older sister instincts kicked in.
"Well for starters, how about a new identity? I know you and him are very good at that."
"Where do I meet you?"
"In one hour, by that big strip club. I'm sure you know which one." the line went dead.
Andrea nearly screamed with frustration, she had never been to that part of the city in her whole life, or more likely the last 7 or 8 years she had been in Vegas. What was more frustrating was the fact, she didn't have her equipment with her. Oh well she could improvise, all she needed was just a little time and a change in clothing. She went into the first designer store she saw and paid everything with a credit card under some poor drunkard's name, she also got the tools she thought was necessary for a very crappily made ID card. Her step father wouldn't notice for he himself was a alcholic and an idiot, all she cared about was getting Ryan out of that bastard's hands.
She drove a car she had just lifted slowly down the street filled with with hookers and huge strip clubs, she wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for, but she had a feeling she would know it when she saw it. Andrea found what she was looking for, eight minutes later a large man was leaning against a dark car (Andrea couldn't tell cars apart if her life depended upon it) and a hat was pulled down low over his shortly cropped dark hair. She pulled up next to the man and looked him over, years of drinking hadn't changed his face, he still had his roughly handsome face, set with dark sharp eyes, a long nose, and stubble. He unlike any of the drunkard's she knew hadn't gone to seed, he was still muscular. It indicated he either worked out or he injected himself with steroids or that he had plastic surgery every now and then. Andrea knew it was probably from working out a lot, she knew that this man standing before her had too much pride for a small penis and fake muscles.
He looked up, his eyes piercing her, he smiled. Andrea saw that his teeth weren't as well kept, they were stained yellow and some were even rotting. She shuddered, she couldn't imagine what his breath would smell like. "Come here and embrace your old man."
"Where's Ryan?" Andrea asked stiffly.
"Oh don't worry, he's in there."
He nodded to the back of the car, she could see a huge thick blanket thrown over the front and back seats, completely obscuring her view of anything. Andrea tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, "How can I be sure he's in there?"
"Come on, trust your old man can't you."
"No."
He sighed and shook his head at her like she was a naughty child and he reached up to touch a lock of hair that hung out from the open window. "You dyed your hair." he murmured softly, "It's pretty."
Andrea tried not to recoil from his stained fingers, but lost the fight and moved farther into the depths of the car. The man who was once her step father took back his hands and seemed genuinely hurt. She didn't fall for it, she had learned long ago how sneaky that bastard could be. "So, on to business."
"Ah that's my girl. Always diving straight to the heart of things."
"What do you want?"
"Why don't you come over here so we can talk?"
"I'm tired of your sick games, I'll give you your new ID if and only when I see my brother is well and alive and is in my car."
"Your car?" he scoffed, "You probably stole it."
"No, it just changed owner posession." Andrea sniffed as if she was too far above stealing a car.
He chuckled, showing off his rotten teeth. Andrea waited with baited breath and was almost certain he wouldn't show her Ryan until she gave him what he wanted. But to her surprise, he reached behind him to open the door. She expelled her breath and looked closely at what little she could see of Ryan, all she saw was his silky black hair which was now matted with blood and tangled into knots. Andrea could see that the son of a bitch had made Ryan pay for that incident that seemed so long ago. She could distinctively hear Ryan's ragged breaths and an odd whistling sound that probably indicated that his nose had been broken. "So." the man leered, "Ready to deal?"