Hey all, I come with a story. I can't remember if I gave Andrea a last name, I'm pretty sure I didn't so yeah...anyways this is where the crossover kinda begins I'm a big fan of Nora McClintock, you might've read her books the Chloe and Levesque Murders...short but great and not in the library and not at Chapters...that I can find where I live. I only have like 4 or 5 of her books...can't remember...anyways I'll stop ranting for a moment to inform you that's where the last parts of this will take place...and involvement from the big bad Feds and CSIS's, I know what you're thinking what the hell is CSIS? (Canadian Security Intelligence Service) I think that's the Fed's in Canada...tis sad, I live in Canada yet I know more of the USA then Canada in these matters.
Plz review...I haven't had a review for a long time and battling it out with the LOTR obsessed people just isn't making my day. So make mine and I'll update sooner. Promise.
Secret Whispers: Chapter Twenty Reckless Actions
Andrea felt like she was dragging around a willful and very quiet puppy, Ryan was following her around like a...well like a puppy a very small puppy that had become very attached to her. Although maybe a very battered and very damaged puppy would be better. Ryan would flinch every time somebody touched him whether it be accidental or on purpose, that wasn't very helpful in the crowded streets of Las Vegas where either you elbow people out of the way or you get elbowed. So Andrea decided to steal another car and drive to the airport in that, she had changed both her image and Ryan's again.
Her hair was shorter and she was sorry to see the long locks gone, she had become quite attached to her hair these past years. Her eyes were a jewel bright sapphire and she was dressed sensibly in a modest cream colored blouse and some dark slacks. She was in rather flat soled shoes and small gold earrings gleamed at her ears. Ryan on the other hand had had his hair bleached in different shades of blonde, his bangs were hanging in front of his eyes but he didn't bother to brush them back. His eyes were now a gleaming hazel and he was dressed in a white dress shirt, black pants, and roughed up sneakers. He wasn't wearing any jewelry.
Andrea lifted her chin and stared at herself and Ryan through the small cracked mirror in their motel room and nodded, satisfied. This should be enough to get through customs without being detected, she checked both their ID's to make sure nothing incriminating like runny ink was spottable. After her inspection was complete she placed their ID's, airplane tickets, and her make up kit in her purse. She gestured to the two small suitcases and told Ryan to grab one, he stood up stiffly and did what he was told. Andrea thought he looked like a robot, his blank expression didn't change one bit.
She hurried down the rickety stairs and knocked on the manager's door. A willow like woman stepped out, Andrea was willing to place a bet that her fiery red hair was fake and so were her button breaking breasts. The manager flipped her curly hair over her shoulder and stared steely eyed at the shorter woman before turning and winking at Ryan who just blinked dumbly at her. "What do ya want?" she asked in a loud and bossy voice while digging into her small and stylish purse to grab a cigarette.
"We're just returning our keys, we're leaving." Andrea said.
The manager puffed on her cigarette for a minute, "I'm assuming you'd be wanting your safety deposite back."
Andrea shrugged nonchantly, "Sure."
She sniffed and told them to wait there as she went to check on the room upstairs for any additional damage, knowing her type Andrea was pretty sure she wouldn't return the money. Who cared? It was fake anyway, but that didn't mean Andrea wouldn't treat herself to the money likely stashed away in a safe. She hurriedly picked the lock with a broken bobby pin and headed inside, leaving the door open just a little, so that she could hear when the manager came back down. She found the safe behind a rather ugly painting, classic and rather stupid really. Andrea pressed her ear against the safe as she slowly turned the dial, surprisingly enough in no time the safe was open. She contemplated on leaving a note saying a safe with all the same numbers for each code wasn't exactly secure.
Andrea shrugged to herself and started piling the cash into her purse and she heard the stairs creak and squeek, she hurriedly shoved the rest into her purse and closed the safe and put the painting back into place. She quickly sneaked back to her place, softly locking the door behind her. The manager tapped her cigarette over the railing and sneered, "You broke the mirror."
Andrea just shrugged, "Oh well. Look." she stared at her watch, "We got to be off. Keep the money, we don't exactly need it."
The manager stared as they walked out, she smiled to herself, thinking to herself that she was pretty slick. She opened her door and headed directly for the safe and stared at the emptiness inside, she shrieked and ran out the entrance and watched as her two tenants drove away. She screamed as the dust cloud soiled her clothes and hurriedly punched a number into her vibrant red cell to report the robbery. The officer on the other side of the line made quite a face as he nearly went deaf.
Andrea laughed out the window as she saw the manager red faced and screaming at them. She gave her the bird before stepping on it, they had just a little over a half hour to get to the airport. She glanced behind her as she saw a police cruiser chasing her the lights and siren screaming at her, Andrea felt quite reckless today and decided a little cat and mouse game was in order. The car screeched along as she nearly clipped a big semi who honked angrily at her, she then moved into a rather tight space between a mini van and a rather showy sports car. This manouvre effectively caused the second car to crash and the mini van to speed up.
Andrea had to smile, soccor moms in a hurry were great. She haphazardly glanced behind her and saw the black and white stop to help the driver of the poor sports car. Andrea was sure he was blaspheming his way into hell. In the meantime more police cruisers joined in the pursuit, it was a fairly good thing they couldn't shoot at them as they were trundling down a small sidestreet. You gotta love the law, especially when it was in your favour. As she was nearing the airport, she gauged how much distance was between her vehicle and the black and whites, she nodded satisfied as she shot over a railroad track. Just in time too as the train sounded and the gate lowered, Andrea was pretty sure they didn't want to race the train on this one and possibly lose their lives and never see their loved ones again.
She hurriedly parked her car near the hotel and ditched it as she hurriedly grabbed the suitcases, "Run for the doors and don't look back." she hissed to Ryan.
They shot down the parking lot, dodging cars and people as they went. They made it just in time to hear that their flight was just about to leave, they rushed towards the entrance and collapsed into their seats as the flight attendants fluttered about telling everybody to buckle up. Andrea smiled triumphantly, breathing hard. Another point for her and still 0 for LVPD.
A nurse glared at them as Brass's cellphone started ringing, she put out her hand, "No cellphones in the hospital."
"Sorry." Brass said and headed outside after saying to Grissom, "Be right back."
Grissom smiled at him and proceeded down to the isolation ward, he spotted the uniform right away and flashed his CSI ID. He was stopped as he tried to walk into the room. "I'm sorry Mr. Grissom but nobody is allowed to go in, not even you. Doctor and Captain's orders."
Grissom assigned himself to a long wait as Brass probably did really head outside to answer the call. Minutes passed by as Grissom felt his eyes shut drowsily, he hadn't slept in over 36 hours, too bad he wasn't more like Sara who could stay awake for days at a time. He pulled them open as he heard Brass's footsteps echo through the ward, Brass nodded at him, "What was that about?" Grissom asked.
"They think they found Andrea's hidey hole, however they lost her in a car chase. Nice aye?"
Grissom frowned, "They think?"
"Oh." Brass shrugged, "Apparently she had changed her image and she had some guy with her, possibly Ryan. The uniforms didn't get a good look at them but she was driving a bright red volvo. Apparently she robbed some poor motel manager blind. Distributed plenty of fake bills all around, mind you those were good, you could hardly tell the difference between the real ones and the fake ones."
"Well that made sense since the swing shift had found an intensive money scamming operation in a warehouse under her name." Grissom said. "I wonder where they're going."
"I have some uniforms checking around..."
Brass's phone rang again, he sighed and answered it. He conversed with the person on the other side for a few minutes before turning back to Grissom, "They found the car abandoned with the keys still in the ignition and the car doors wide open near the airport. Apparently she has places to go."
"Can you postpone all the flights going out?" Grissom asked.
Brass shrugged, "A lot of them have left already, it's a bit after midnight." he said checking his watch, "But I'll see what I can do.
"Uh Officer Taylor." he said gesturing to the guard at the door.
The guard nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Let Mr. Grissom go through and talk to Reynolds, I'll be out in the field if anybody needs me."
"Yes, sir." the guard said.
"And stop calling me sir for christ's sake." Brass said over his shoulder.
"Yes, sir." the guard said.
"May I?" Grissom said pointing at the doorway.
"Yes, sir." the guard stepped away from the door.
"Thank you." Grissom said stepping into the cool room.
Reynolds looked up at him with murderous eyes and spat at him, "I'm not talking to no more cops till I get a lawyer."
Grissom sat down in a chair, "I'm not a cop. I'm a criminalist."
"Ya ya, same difference." he said rolling his head back onto the pillow.
Grissom refrained from informing Reynolds the difference between a cop and a criminalist, "I wanted to ask you, if you know a Ryan Anderson or a Andrea Chase."
Reynolds sneered, "Should I?"
Grissom cleared his throat, "Let me clarify. Do you know any of these people?" he slid two pictures out from the file folder he held and brought them inches in front of Reynolds nose.
He went crossed eye for a second before his eyes flickered over Grissom's face, "You know it would be a lot easier to see if you held them farther away."
Grissom backed off slightly. Reynolds studied the pictures slowly and licked his lips slowly, Grissom was sure if his hands were free he'd have traced their faces with his finger. "Yeah I know them. Btches every last god damn one of them. She put me in here to be caught tighter then a fly in a spider's web by the police." He muttered some other obscenities.
"Are they your step children?"
"If you can call them that. Ungrateful little twerps, should've murdered them all when I had a chance."
"When and where was the last time you saw them all together? Before you murdered Katrina?"
"I didn't murder that girl, it was the brother who did it. Threw her right out the window."
"Witnesses saw you do it."
"I didn't I swear."
Reynolds was getting agitated. Grissom worried that if he didn't calm Reynolds down then he'd be thrown out of the hospital. So Grissom went for the comforting technique, "Yeah it wasn't your fault. So where did you live. Somewhere in Canada right?" Grissom hadn't gotten all the info due to a bunch of red tape covering the finer details of the crime.
"Yeah. In a little place called East Hastings. I swear it was so small that everybody knew each other and instantly pegged the new people trying to settle in. Lots of rock and forests. Pretty secluded in there..." Reynolds voice trailed off as the effects of the sedative started working on him.
Grissom decided to ask one more question, "Does she hang around some place specifically?"
"Yeah." he mumbled sleepily, "Some cliff in the forest. Adam's...Adam's...something..." he drifted off.
Grissom deemed that to be enough information for now. However he didn't like where this case was pointing, more help from the Feds. 'Oh joy.' Grissom thought.