I am so fricking sorry for not updating this sooner, my english and science teachers have literally gone crazy, they're assigning huge amounts of homework including the dreaded essay...damn right I should get 60/60 on it...anyways this chapter sucks very badly, badly betaed, badly everything...I seriously don't know how to transition this to the ending...so it'll take a lot of disjointed chapters and possibly badly written...anyways I think another chapter or two and I will finally be finished this story...Oh joy...

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Secret Whispers: Chapter Twenty Three Warmth

They had been led to a medium sized room with walls made out of glass and wood, the floor was covered with a carpet of short fibres, and rows of what seemed like very comfortable chairs. Grissom looked around, a coffee machine filled with piping hot coffee stood in a corner and a painting of some landscape on the wall which wasn't made of glass, on closer inspection Grissom was surprised. The painting was a Monet, such a famous piece of artwork should be in some stuffy museum not here in the waiting room of the CSIS.

Sharp stacotto footsteps echoed thoughout the room, Grissom turned as a young woman in her mid-twenties appeared. At first glance, Grissom would've pegged her as an asian but at a more scrutinized look he could see other features that wouldn't have fit. The young woman turned her head towards them and smiled a slow greeting, her teeth were white and pearly, perfectly straight. Her black hair or something near it fell just short of her shoulder blades, her nose was long and pointed, her eyes were a piercing dark brown and she was tall but trim. Grissom notice O'Brian's eyes slip down towards her breasts and Grissom just closed his eyes. Don't get him wrong, but they were pretty large...

The woman cleared her throat, "I'm Agent Chloe Yan with the CSIS. We'll do everything in our power to help." she shifted on one of foot and said, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't stare so...Special Agent O'Brian."

The color that O'Brian's face turned to would make a good solid red to use on a t-shirt, Marcell smiled, "You already know our names?"

"Did a little digging. Curious, you know." Yan said and looked around the room, "I suggest you grab a coffee and bundle up, we're headed for a small dinky town out in the middle of nowhere while it's snowing large snowflakes that I would rather observe inside a nice warm room with a blazing fireplace."

They all raised an eyebrow at each other, with the exception of Yan. O'Brian snorted, "It's not that cold is it?"

Yan shrugged, "Just don't blame me if a certain part of your anatomy falls off from frostbite or something."

O'Brian gulped, Marcell stood up brushing a wrinkle from her sleeve, "But we didn't bring anything...heavy."

"Oh don't worry." said Yan dismissively, "I'm sure we can dig up something."

In the end they found, CSIS department issued winter wear, Yan stood nearby drinking a cup of coffee and watched them put on layers and layers of clothing, or so it seemed. Grissom thought they looked like a couple of fat marshmallows and hoped to god that this wasn't some kind of joke making the americans look like a bunch of idiots so the CSIS's could snicker behind their backs. They waddled, for lack of a better word, after Yan and stopped as she reached for her her thick winter jacket, scarf, and gloves.

They marched outside in the brisk wind for a few minutes before boarding a plane which zipped them into a snowy winter wonderland in less then 10 minutes, they stopped at Toronto and Grissom was told that they were still hours away from this small and tiny town. Apparently it was the nearest airport, Grissom looked up at the light snow blowing in, it wasn't so bad. They were all heaped together in a black SUV, immediately they started shedding some clothes, for they were getting a little too warm. One by one they fell asleep only to be awakened again by a train flashing past, Yan turned around from the driver's seat, "We're here."

They looked around. The snow coated everything it could, making the world look like it had been engulfed by a thick white blanket. Fat snowflakes drifted lazily towards the earth, rejoing their brothers and sisters who had already found their way to their final resting place on earth. It was more snow then they had ever seen in their lives and they all stared unashamedly with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Yan smirked and then started driving again when the train finally passed, they all felt the bumps on the rough road and the heard the squeal of the tires on the ice and snow.

Grissom adjusted his seatbelt for it was digging into his shoulder, "Does the word Adam mean anything to you?"

"I'm assuming you mean a place right? Not some hinky dink god or person." At Grissom's nod she continued, "Yeah I know a few places. This guy opened up a restaurant here a couple of years ago, called Adam's Finest. Let me tell you, it's not the finest, not even mediocre, it's plain horrible. Don't go there if you don't want to risk your health.

"I remember naming this big assed tree, Adam's apple, seriously it looked like it had an adam's apple.

"And then there's those things with Adam in it...let's see. McAdam's Finest Brewery, MacAdam's Lookout, and yadaa yadaa yadaa. Boy the things you forget when you leave home for a while. Anyways, I can probably get you a map or something."

Yan stopped her ranting just a bit as a car cut in front of hers, she swore at the car and honked at it. When it slowed down to a turtle's car, she acclerated in the slow but slightly clogged traffic, dodged through a narrow space and cut every car off in their lane. Grissom suspected she got a small glow as the noise rained down on their ears. She drove for a slight while longer and then pulled in front of a tidy frosting layered house. She parked in the driveway next to a dark car and motioned for them to get out. They almost toppled as they all stepped into a gigantic pile of snow and lost their balance. O'Brian actually did and landed heavily on his behind, unfortunately nobody seemed to have noticed.

Yan rang the bell and stepped back, moments later the door opened and a pair of periwinkle blue eyes peeked out. They were deeply lined with crowsfeet and it was the most striking feature of the small slim face. The small plump mouth smiled, "Chloe, how nice of you to drop by." thin arms wrapped around her neck and Yan leaned down slightly for a small kiss on the cheek.

Yan smiled cheerfully, "Hi, mom. Hope you don't mind if I brought a couple of laggards with me."

The woman mocked glared at her daughter, "They're guests, they should be treated with respect."

Before Yan could reply somebody stepped out from the shadows, he was tall, broad shouldered, and what could only be described as imposing. Although his dark bushy moustache and hair were threaded finely with silver threads. He appeared to be evaluating them all with the cool eyes of a cop, Grissom had worked around cops enough times to know what their eyes were like. Yan smiled and stood up on her toes to give the guy a smack, "Hey Louis, how's it going?"

The man turned back to Yan and cracked a smile, "Just fine, Chloe, just fine. Well let's not stand outside in the cold. Come in." he said in a rumbling tone and walked back inside.

Yan's mother smiled, "Yes, yes please come in. Don't mind Louis, his shoulder is hurting him again. This cold makes it stiff."

They all smiled as they went inside, although you could tell some of them were already falling off as they stepped into the thereshold, Grissom grinned amused at the bright yellow floral print covering the walls. He noticed that some of the group winced as if it was turning them blind. They slowly took off their winterboots, the heat of the house was already working on melting the snow off of them. They hung their heavy coats up and unwound the scarves off of their necks, the elderly couple showed up seconds later with cups of hot tea, the flowery smell wafted towards them and their stomachs grumbled. They hadn't eaten anything for the last twenty four hours or so. They descended on the tea like a pack of hungry wolves, Grissom inhaled the fumes and took a sip. It was like liquid gold, sliding down his throat, warming him all the way to his toes before settling warmly in his stomach.

Apparently Yan had called ahead and her parents had prepared rooms for them to sleep in, the house was bigger then Grissom had originally thought, they each had a room to themselves and they were all fairly roomy. Yan had blushed when they reached her room and had slammed the door in their faces before they could get a good look at what lay inside. The mother apologized and said, "She's a bit touchy with people poking into her room."

Grissom stared out of the small window of his room and watched the still falling snow drift silently onto the ground, he had just finished a delightful supper comprised on roast beef, wild rice, and mashed potatoes. It was already nearing midnight before Grissom thought to move from his post from beside the window, the wind was whistling through the crack in the window and allowing cold air to chill Grissom to the bone. He shifted and moved towards the bed to wrap himself in a thick comforter that he had been lent and debated whether or not to call and check up on Greg. But his eyes started to droop before he could reach for the phone and dial the number, seconds later he was lying spread eagle on the soft bed. From the house just beyond Grissom's window, Andrea lowered her binoculars and helped herself to a self satisfactory smirk. They were playing right into her hands.