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Secret Whispers: Chapter Twenty Seven Triangle
Grissom stood shocked for a few minutes the last few seconds replaying through his mind over and over like a carousel going around and around. "Pity, cause I know how it'll go down. Who dies, who lives in their own private hell for the rest of their mortal lives, and sometimes very rarely an innocent who did nothing will die." she glanced sideways and smiled before turning back to stare Grissom right in the eyes, "Let me show you."
She smiled sickenly as her finger tightened on the trigger and she lifted the gun to the side of her head. As Andrea's head snapped back from the force of the bullet entering her skull and scrambling her brain, Grissom rushed forewards and caught her. He watched as her eyes turned dull and all life fled from her body, Grissom raised a shaky hand and closed her eyes. He gently put her down and stood up, Andrea's lifeblood dripping from his hands.
He couldn't believe what he had just saw, he couldn't believe that somebody close to him would willingly take her own life like that. He felt the startling sensation of a tear rolling down his cheeks, when was the last time he had cried? Gotten teary over a death of somebody he hardly knew outside of work, let alone a murderer? Grissom knew she had taken lives to sate her blood lust, but why? Why did he shed tears for her?
Grissom angrily brushed the tears aside, there was plenty of time to mourn, mope, and rethink what had happened. But right now he had to keep his goal clear, if it got muddled even a tiny bit, Ryan could die. He had read Andrea's message clear as day, he would live the rest of his life wondering if he did right, Andrea had died, and it was possible that Ryan might die too. Kneeling beside the body of Andrea, he searched her pockets and found his cell phone. He flipped it open, praying that he would get a signal. He silently cheered as he phoned up Yan, but as he waited for her to pick up his phone beeped, damn it he was low on battery. "Come on, come on." Grissom muttered, "Pick up, pick up."
Several agonizing rings later, Yan picked up, "Yan."
"Look it's me." Grissom said.
"Grissom? Where are you? We've been searching all over the place for you."
"Yeah, yeah. Listen I'm-" his phone died. "Damn!" he said and dashed his phone to the ground.
He couldn't risk the fact that maybe Yan was smart enough to trace his call and bring a search team. That could take hours especially if she wanted to get a hellicopter with all the heat seeking glory. That could take a couple of days considering East Hastings was far from civillization, maybe that was a bit too overexaggerated, but it could take a day to fully assemble the whole search crew and Grissom couldn't risk those 24 hours. He pushed his way out from the small clearing and followed the trail he stumbled on moments later, as he trodded up the trail which was gently sloping upwards he cried out Ryan's name over and over until he became hoarse. Even then he didn't stop, his breath was coming in short puffs and the cold was worming it's way into his shirt and piercing his skin. He stumbled over a rock and came to a halt, the grey sky beckoned towards him as he looked around him and called out Ryan's name for the last time.
Ryan had been perched on his rock for an hour after his sister had left before he had even contemplated moving, he got up mechanically and headed down the trail before something fluttering in the wind caught his eye. He slowly turned his eyes to the bright autumn coloured scarf that was caught in the tangle of branches, it was his sister's scarf. The one that the wind had ripped carelessly from her neck. Ryan approached with caution, you would've thought from the way he was walking he was the living dead, a zombie. Although Ryan had PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) he did remember one thing from his childhood.
He was six and he had each arm linked with his older sister, Phylicia, who was fourteen years of age going on fifteen in just a couple of hours and his younger sister, Katrina, she was only five. They were laughing and dancing in the sunlight covered meadow full of fresh spring flowers, not a cloud could be seen in the blue, blue sky. It was perfect, the weather seemed to favour Phylicia and showed its fondness by making the sun shine on her birthday. Phylicia smiled and broke the link between their arms to dance in the slight breeze that had come her way. On her head sat a ring of fresh flowers, like a crown would've sat on a queen's head. Her long colourful skirt flew behind her as she laughed and did a cartwheel on the soft grasses. He and Katrina giggled and ran as fast as they could after her, their hands never letting go of each others.
Suddenly a particular strong gust of wind, whipped Andrea's scarf away and blew it right into a tree. It hung there, twirling around and around taunting them. Phylicia let out a gasp of disbelief as she jumped at the dangling cloth, her fingers brushed it but she couldn't get it down. In the end she sat down and cried, Zach and Katrina did not know what they could do, for they were not old enough to be practised in the art of comfort.
In the end Zachary did a foolish thing and climbed the gigantic tree all by himself, he straddled the rough bark and reached for the dangling scarf...
Ryan reached out for it...suddenly he felt himself lose his footing and he felt himself falling. He grabbed a hold of the thick branch in which the scarf had been caught on previously, the soft cloth was wound around his hands and he tried desperately to get his footing back, but he was too far over the cliff face to get it back...
Zach cried out as he fell, he caught the scarf and the branch with both hands. He tried to pull himself up, but his sweaty grip kept on slipping...
If he had been in his right state of mind he would've thought up of some clever plan to get himself back on the cliff, but as it was he wasn't comprehending his situation fully. Memories and reality was twisting into one...
Phylicia and Katrina both held up their arms urging him to jump, but he was too scared to. "Jump. It won't hurt a bit, we'll catch you."
Zach's eyes were stained with tears from fright...
As was Ryan's...
He let go and closed his eyes, he felt himself being engulfed by gentle arms. Soothing pats were repeatedly placed on his head and back as he cried his fear away, he still clutched the scarf in one hand and was holding on for dear life.
Ryan's eyes closed in the bliss of his memory and he let go slowly. The scarf fluttered free from his weak grip and twisted like a colourful snake in the air.
Grissom didn't know what posessed him, but he looked down and all his horrors were confirmed. Far below him he could see the outline of a body, spread eagled on the hard and vicious unforgiving ground. He hurried back down the trail to the bottom of the peak and just stared, he felt disconnected to the world as he saw Ryan spread out in front of him. He laid crumpled at Grissom's feet, his eyes closed and what seemed like a small smile graced his features. He looked so perfect lying there like one of the old paintings of one of those catholic angels, with their eyes closed. Later it would be confirmed that Ryan had died from a cracked ocipital bone, but at the moment Grissom didn't care about the cold hard scientific facts, but the fact that he had been too late.
Minutes later, the sound of barking dogs woke Grissom from his little reverie. He stood up, brushing most of the mud off of his pants and waited. All too soon the dogs were sniffing at him and licking their chops, minutes later the motley crew of police, concerned citizens, and the governmental people arrived. Catherine looked bewildered and wind blown before she laid her eyes on the body, instantly her hand flew to her mouth and Grissom could read on her lips, "Oh, god."
Yan looked down at Ryan's face and instantly her eyes widened, she bent down, "Oh Zachary, what have you gotten yourself into."
Grissom frowned before remembering, Drew Reynold's children; Phylicia, Zachary, and Katrina. Which suddenly reminded him, what had happend to the dog? His questions was answered as a mournful howl was heard as Trina snuggled up to the body and licked Ryan's cold face, as if that could bring the dead back. Grissom couldn't stand to look anymore, he turned to the closest person, who happened to be O'Brian, "You're murderer is in a clearing not far from here." his voice was hoarse and whispery.
Even the seemingly impeccably cold O'Brian was stunned by this scene, he chewed his lip and nodded, "Yeah, okay."
It took some minutes to round up the dogs and the crew, some people stayed to wait for the coroner who was more the funeral home director. The others moved steadily upwards as Grissom took the leads. He found himself staring at ruin of Andrea for the second time in an hour and that image would be burned in his mind forever. The blood pool had grown bigger, soaking through the dead leaves and pine needles. Grissom looked down at the ground and found a piece of paper peeking shyly at him from one of the many pockets of Andrea's overcoat. He plucked it up and unfolded it:
The triangle is now no more. For without even one of its points, it's a triangle no more.