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Secret Whispers: Chapter Twenty Five Watchful

Andrea wiped the light snow off of her stylish black overcoat, she threw a glance at Ryan who was hunkered down on top of a rock with his hands pushed into his pockets. He looked miserable with the snow piling up on his already soaked blonde hair, and with the rising wind chill it was getting colder and colder every second. A particular nasty stiff wind had ripped Andrea's cashmere scarf from her neck, she was still pouting over it. She hunched her shoulders and gauged the time by the pathetically weak orb of light that may have passed for a sun if the sky wasn't so grey. She pursed her lips and shuffled her feet before nodding satisfied, she headed over to Ryan and put her lips close to his ear. He shivered at the sudden puff of hot air whooshing past his face, "Zachary, honey." she said soothingly, "I am going to visit a friend of ours, okay? You can find your way back can't you? Good." she hugged him tightly, "Goodbye Zach, be a good boy and don't let the police get you." her voice turned poisonous, "They'll shove you in a hell hole full of nasty snakes and spiders. Don't want that now do we?"

Andrea got up and stumbled down the frozen dirt path heading westbound off of MacAdam's Lookout and out of the forest. Halfway down she looked over her shoulder to make sure that Ryan wasn't following her, she then ran a gloved hand on the nearest tree as if sentimentally saying goodbye to it too. She then shook her head hard and chased those thoughts out of her head, before continuing again.

On the top of MacAdams's Lookout, Ryan turned his head back to the open grey sky above him and pulled his knees up to hug them closer to his cold body. He felt so cold, colder then it felt possible. His subconsious mind that hadn't been tramutized as badly during the rape, knew that something was up. The cold wasn't physical, the cold resided somewhere near his heart and was spreading rapidly to his lungs and stomach. It felt like something big was lodged there and he couldn't get it out, it was slowly squeezing the breath out of him. Ryan's head rested on top of his knees and silent tears fell leaving wet paths along his face, they gathered at the end of his nose and fell.

Grissom woke up to the sound of the vicious wind rattling the window, he winced as he moved, the cold always made his joints ache. He clutched the downy comforter around his shoulders and felt an odd sensation. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing to attention, he quickly turned to the window. The only thing he saw was the snow swirling lazily against the white and foreign background. He was starting to believe Greg, people get more paranoid the older they grow. He tried to push it from his mind but he couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding.

He met the others in the kitchen after he washed up. O'Brian was yawning and drinking gallons of coffee, Marcell, Yan, and Catherine was having what would be classified as girl talk, the parents were making a lovely smelling breakfast which seemed to comprise of fluffy omlettes and sizzling bacon. Grissom sat down at the well scrubbed table and pulled a plate of already cooling breakfast in his direction, the heavenly scent drifted through his nasal passage. He grabbed a cup of coffee too and enjoyed the taste of coffee other then the sludge back at the lab. However he didn't enjoy it for long, Yan's phone rang and she stopped her chuckle to answer it. "Yan...yes...yes...SHIT!"

Everybody looked up as Yan swore loudly, her mother gave her the look that only mother's could give. Yan visibly shrunk back, ashamed, "Sorry, but it seems like your killer has broken her promise."

"What?" Grissom said frowning, "She wouldn't do something like that."

"Well, the local police was kind enough to call me. Cops got called to a 459a (Burglar Alarm Ringing) and they found the whole family murdered in the living room, same MO."

Catherine shook her head, "But she doesn't murder more then one person at a time."

"Seems she has graduated." Yan said with disgust, "Let's go check it out and confirm it's the same MO. We'll split the team up, O'Brian, Marcell, and Catherine why don't you check out places Andrea will most likely inhabit. Grissom and I will check out the crime scene."

"Don't you need us to process?" Catherine asked.

"No, if it's not a copycat then we already know who the culprit is. Besides this way we could track her down faster if we know where all her haunts are, if she has any."

Grissom could see Catherine and the feds look uncertain so Grissom gave them the extra push, "Go we'll be fine."

They borrowed the mom's car and left to go look for places with the name Adam in it. Yan motioned for Grissom to follow her, they didn't take the car for the house was only across the street from the backyard. Within seconds their faces and fingers went numb and they felt the skin on their faces starting to take on the unpleasant feeling of being frozen. Grissom pursed his lips and forged on in the white blur, when they reached the yellow police tape and ducked under it to enter the house, the wind suddenly died down. Nature was funny that way and probably that's why it had so many enemies.

A police officer dressed warmly in his winter uniform took their coats and motioned them to go inside, a plainsclothes cop came up to them. His badge was attached to his front jacket pocket, he was a detective. His light brown hair was peppered with bits of grey and white, crows feet showed around his eyes, these features marred an otherwise young looking man. Yan obviously knew him for she went up to him and gave him a huge bear hug and a kiss on the stubbled cheek, "Steve, how's it going?"

Dave smiled wearily, "I'm fine Chloe and you?"

"Cold."

"Well, we have been having some weird snowfalls this year. Usually it isn't so bad."

"That's what you said last time." Chloe said before breaking the hug, "Grissom this is Steve Denby now chief of police here, Steve this is Gil Grissom from the Las Vegas Crime Lab."

They shook hands, "Wow, Vegas. You've come a long ways."

"Yeah. But not by my own choice."

Steve lost his smile for a few seconds before it was forced back on, "I see. This Andrea's tough stuff. She did a number on the Nixon's, she well...take a look for yourself." He took a hankerchief from his pocket and pushed the heavy wooden door open.

Grissom's eyes widened at the scene lay before him. It was one of the bloodiest scenes he had ever seen in his whole career, the walls looked like they had been painted with the blood of the family, the carpet had soaked through and he was sure that the blood was making it's steady way down to the basement. Underneath the iron smelling blood, Grissom could catch the stale stench of death. He glanced up at the ceiling, the stark whiteness of it made the slashes of blood look thinner then they really were. Grissom shook his head, they would never truly get the blood out or the stench. They didn't venture into the room farther in fear of destroying evidence, they looked up as Steve came back with plastic bags. Yan sniffed before chuckling slightly and tied the plastic bags over her shoes and around the bottom of her pant legs so they wouldn't get bloodied. Grissom did the same.

Even if they were wearing plastic bag covered shoes, they still felt the unpleasant squelch of stepping into brain matter and such things. Grissom pulled on the latex gloves also supplied by Steve before walking any farther to study the bodies. Their heads were all facing the middle while their bodies were rigidly pulled outwards in a spikey triangle of sorts. Grissom stared down at the little girl who was probably no more than eight or nine, her whole life had been ahead of her only hours ago. The murder of children seemed to be the hardest out of all the other murder cases, Grissom didn't have any explanation why. But the answer was nestled somewhere in his heart. He leaned down and studied the kitchen kinfe plunged into the little girls eye, bloody prints could be seen clear as day. From his jacket pocket, Grissom pulled out a card which held the prints of Andrea. He made a confirmed match and went back out of the room to take a breather, he took off the plastic bags and sealed them in evidence bags before wandering the house. Half way down the hallway he noticed a bloody handprint, he followed the smudges after it to the bathroom. He opened the door slowly and saw the hastily wiped blood on the floor and the bloody hamper which was knocked over, spilling its contents onto the floor.

Grissom bent down and dug through the contents of the hamper and pulled out bloody women undergarments, he flipped them over, certainly not menstrual blood. He dug out more bloody clothes until he had a full set of bloody clothes. He quickly deduced that Andrea had changed here. All of a sudden he felt he was being watched for the second time this morning. He glanced behind him through the frost covered windows. That's when he saw her.