Hey all, I'm kinda in a bored but can't study mode so I took a coupla days to write this. Not the best in the world, my rhyming skills definitely need a little more work but it'll be okay for now...or so I think. Also some of the facts in here, I'm not to sure about so I took a guess at them...have fun reading it.

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Secret Whispers: Chapter Nineteen Cryptic Messages

Drew's jaw ached like hell, he stretched it outwards to try and prevent the rotten headache he could feel brewing at the back of his skull. No such luck, the headache built with vengeance and pounded the inside of his skull like some crazy drum beat. He thought if this was hell, then it was a pretty good deal, he didn't feel like he was burning alive or anything. But then it hit him the same time the smell of sterile cleanliness did, he wasn't in the underworld, he was still on earth in his own personal hell. Drew opened his eyes and found himself staring directly at a pair of angry brown eyes, "Think you can pull a fast one on me, aye?" the man asked, the police officer from before.

Drew scowled, it was never a pleasant sight to see someone standing over you when you woke up. "Why didn't you just let me bleed out?"

"Uh...news flash. Number one, you are in a hospital if they let you die they will be charged for negligent homocide. And number two, why would we let you go so easily to the land of the dead? Wouldn't it be more satisfying to see you rotting in jail?"

Drew sat up or tried to, he found himself in restraints. He turned his head towards the policeman and spat at him. The man just looked at his jacket and shrugged, "Such a petty thing to do, you know Reynolds you've stooped to the lowest of the lows."

Drew bared his teeth at him, he only tilted his head up to the ceilings, "As much as I would like to banter with you, I'm a very busy man." Brass turned to leave, "Oh and go see a dentist or something before you go on the inside, we wouldn't want your teeth falling out before their time, now would we?"

And he was gone leaving Drew grinding his teeth together in frustration, he looked down at the restraints and attempted to try and get out of them. The guard standing at the door to Drew's room looked behind him at the noise and wished him good luck. That criminal with bad teeth was never gonna get out of there alive without heading straight to Rikers or some other fancy jail. The guard instantly forgot about the man inside the room when his partner showed up to take over his post.

Brass strode towards the ICU wing of the hospital where he found Grissom, Catherine, Nick, and Sara all huddled together in Greg's tiny and fairly sterile white room. He backtracked a little before opening the door to the room, instantly he was shushed. Brass held out his hands as if to say, 'Okay, I'll be quiet.'

He stepped over to a slightly hard and lumpy chair and sat down, wincing as a coil dug into his butt. "So." he whispered, "How's he doing?"

"As well as can be expected, the doctors say he may have some brain damage but they are very optimistic about a full recovery." Grissom said over his shoulder.

Brass nodded and then something started ringing out of the blue, they all jumped at the disturbance in the silence. Grissom by reflex instantly searched for the source and was led to the drawer that kept all of Greg's clothes, or what was basically left of them. He dug around, all the while looking guiltily at Greg who's brows were knit together in pain. Grissom finally found the cellphone which was only partially melted on the outer edges and flipped it open, inside was a text message that read:

FAR AWAY I HAVE GONE

SINCE THE BREAK OF DAWN

ALONG MY SIDE I HAVE TAKEN

THE ONE YOU HAVE FORSAKEN

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

HE MAY NOT BE YOUR BIGGEST FAN

BUT HE HOLDS THE KEY

TO WHERE WE BE

ANOTHER HINT YOU SAY

IF ONLY YOU KEEP THE SISSIES AT BAY

LOOK INTO THE SHADOWS

INTO MINE, HIS, AND THE BATTLES

THE BATTLES WE FOUGHT

BUT NEVER WERE CAUGHT

FORESTS AND ROCK COLLIDE

BEHIND THE SHIELD WE HIDE

A LOT OF GOOD THAT DID US

TELL THE OLD MAN NOT TO CUSS

YOU HAVE MET HIM TODAY

FOR HE MUST PAY

FOR THE SINS HE HAS DONE

AND HE THOUGHT HE HAD WON

I GUESS THE SYSTEM

IS NOT MANNED ALL BY SCUM

A WEEK I GIVE YOU

FIND US I BEG OF YOU
RELEASE US FROM THIS PAIN
BEFORE THIS NIGHTMARE IS REPEATED AGAIN

REMEMBER A WEEK FROM NOW

FIND US SOMEHOW

BEFORE MORE INNOCENCE

ARE A TARGET OF MY VENGEANCE

Grissom stared at the message in horror, a week to figure this confusing message out and what the hell did she mean by you've met him who held the key today? Grissom was sure he hadn't met anyone who would pay for their sins or even remotely related to Andrea. Who was the forsaken one anyways? Where would he find her? Something behind a shield and rock and trees.

Grissom sat down hard and attempted to get his swirling thoughts into order, it did no good to anybody if he couldn't think straight. "What is it?" Catherine asked at her place beside Greg's bed.

He placed his head in his hands and squeezed his temples as if getting rid of some kind of pain there. "Andrea's text message."

Instantly tempers flared, "What! The nerve of her murdering ass."

"How dare she?"

"WHAT!"

Grissom shushed them all and said, "She's sending this to warn us, she wants to be found. Why?"

Sara stopped cursing the air blue and sat back defeated, "Because she wants this to end."

"That would be my guess, however she gives us a lot of hints and I'm not getting any thinking power here."

"Give me that." Brass said.

That surprised basically everyone in the room, Brass was more brawn then brains or so it seemed. He stared at it for a second and chewed on his lip. "I think I have a connection." Brass declared.

"Well what?" Grissom demanded impatiently as the others held their breath.

"The guy I just arrested, Drew Reynolds, he kinda fits into this and if I'm right Andrea and Ryan are his missing step children, they certainly fit the age group." Brass mumbled.

Grissom's eyebrows instantly snapped together, "Since when were Andrea and Ryan related to each other?"

"Well since we have the fingerprints, DNA, etc of all the people employed in the lab, we compared his DNA he voluntairily gave us on the first day to those in the system to see if we could find out who he really is."

Grissom's eyebrows were in danger of disappearing into his hairline, "Oh um..." Brass cleared his throat uncomfortably, "Didn't you mention that he wasn't who he was suppose to be? I had Wendy analyze his blood and it came up as a something something alleles in common to Andrea...half siblings. Not exactly a strong resemblance either, unless you look at the finer features."

"You had this information and you never even bothered to tell us?" Grissom hissed ferociously.

Brass smiled weakly, "I guess I forgot."

Grissom snarled, "Your little mistake could've cost us more and more lives."

Brass looked down, ashamed, "I know and I'm sorry. I didn't think it was relevant."

Grissom sighed, "Thirty five years and you still haven't figured out that even the smallest things to you could mean something big to a case." he placed a hand on Brass's shoulders, "Let's go and deal with this bastard."