(A/N: Alright...I am sosososo(ect.) sorry about the delay in this chapter. Between school, work, me trying to have a life that isn't CSI, and just being plain lazy, has made this so hard to write. I hope you forgive me, and I will try to get the next chapter up soon. Oh, and for all of you who care, Santa came earlier this year...I know have Microsoft word, and I spell checked to whole story...wow, I really suck at spelling, but thanks for reading anyways...)
On with the story!
Chapter: 5
Sara woke up with a pounding headache. She squinted in the brightness of her room, cursing to herself for not closing the blinds the night before. As she stumbled to the small medicine cabinet in her bathroom, she spotted the red dress she bought when she first moved to Las Vegas, when she certain that Grissom would ask her out. After her first year here it earned a place in her closet, further in the back.
She sighed when she saw it. Last night was not some dream; Catherine did come to her apartment and got her to agree to go to the stupid mayor's dinner. She rolled her eyes, why did she do these things to herself?
After taking an aspirin she looked at the clock, she would have to start getting ready for that stupid dinner soon.
Gil sat at his desk, this was the part he hated about his job, paperwork. He sighed, wishing that the DNA and tox results would come back sooner so he could escape.
"Hey." Catherine said, as she walked in and sat down in front of Gil's desk. "Aren't you in what," She paused to check her watch, "twelve hours early?"
Gil looked up, noticing that she was obviously no longer upset with him. "I didn't leave yet. Why are you in so early?"
"Oh, I was just coming in to let you know that Sara and I switched shifts tonight. She's going to the dinner."
Gil leaded back, raising his eye brow. "And how did you manage that?"
"Well, apparently she didn't want to come in tonight anyway." Catherine said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
Gil looked down, Sara must really be pissed if she would rather go to the Mayer's party than to work.
Gil was about to answer when his phone rang.
"Grissom."
"Hey Gil," Jim Brass's voice said solemnly. "I have a 419 with your name on it."
"Jim, it's dayshift's case now. Why are you calling me?"
"You don't understand. It's another body with a note, beads around her neck…ringing a bell?"
"Where?"
Jim gave him the address, and Gil said, "Alright, we'll be there." He hung the phone up.
"We have another DB," He said looking up and expecting to see Catherine, but instead saw Nick.
"Really…let's go."
Gil sighed then asked, "Doesn't anyone sleep anymore?"
"Ahh," Nick said as they were exiting Gil's office, "My girlfriend stood me up…I have no life."
"Join the club." Gil mumbled as the made their way to the parking lot.
Catherine stared at the photos of Joann Kingsley's head. The wound was circular and had a diameter of about 2 inches.
What in hell could have made those wounds? Catherine thought angrily. She pulled out pictures of the hotel room, flipping through them till the absence of something caught her eye. What kind of hotel room doesn't have a phone?
Then Catherine saw it.
Joann sat in David's and hers room. Obviously thinking of something. David walked through the door, yelling at her about to hit her, she stood up to defend herself when he picked up the phone and hit her on her forehead. Joann fell to the ground, unconscious, and David picked up his company pen and stabbed Joann till he saw nothing but red. He then quickly wrapped the bloodied pen in toilet paper, and left the hotel room as quickly as he could.
Catherine only wished there was some evidence to connect David to the pen.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her cell phone ringing.
"Willows."
"Cath, you're never gonna believe this."
"Warrick, what's up?" She asked, setting all the photos down and putting all her attention on the phone call.
"David Young's dead."
"What?" Catherine asked, not wanting to believe her ears. "When did this happen?"
"A little after Joann's TOD. I'm on my way to his house now…meet me there?"
"Sure." She said, then they both hung up. How could this get any worse.
Gil and Nick arrived at The crime scene.
"Well, this is a bit of a change, huh?" Nick said. Gil turned to him, rising an eyebrow, urging him to continue. "The first murder was in a dumpster off a crowded street. This one's in an abandoned barn outside the city."
"Yeah, but according to Brass, It's the same M.O."
They remained silent until the entered the barn. Jim stood by a hay stack, looking grimly on it.
Gil looked upon the young blonde, she looked like she was beautiful, but the cuts and bruises on her hands. You also couldn't forget the beaded necklace stung tightly around her neck.
"She had defensive wounds. She fought back and she fought back hard." Gil said. He looked to Nick who was staring at the body with a 'deer caught in headlights' look.
"Nick, are you alright?"
Nick looked away from the body and to Gil. The look in his eyes told him what Gil wanted to know.
"Nick, did you know her?"
Nick nodded numbly, then saying, "She's my girlfriend."
He turned around and hurried out of the barn.
Gil looked from where Nick was standing, to the body, and finally to Jim. "He's making it personal." Gil mumbled angrily.
"Gil, he made it personal when he stuck that note on you car, threatening you."
Gil nodded, then stood up to find Nick and tell him to go home.
Sara looked at the wall clock again, seeing that she had another 15 minutes until Greg was supposed to pick her up.
She picked up the strapy red heels that Catherine had dropped off on her way to let Gil know that they switched shifts, and put them one.
After they were securely on her feet, she made her way to the mirror in her bathroom. She had to admit that Catherine did do a nice job when she quickly twisted her hair up, but from all the hairspray, moose, and only god knows what else Catherine sprayed, Sara was afraid that she'd explode if she got to close to a candle. Catherine had also pressured Sara into wearing some of her blood red lipstick along with Sara's usual makeup. But in the end, Sara decided that she hadn't looked this nice in a long time.
When the doorbell rang, Sara cursed the nervousness that was flowing through her. What did she have to be nervous about…this was Greg.
She pulled open her door to see Greg's eyes go wide.
"Wow, Sara. You look…great." He said as his eyes traveled up and down her body.
"Thanks…you clean up pretty well too." She wasn't just being polite either, the black suit that he was in looked rather good, but Greg still had his hair spiked up at all angles.
"Shall we?" He asked, holding out his arm for Sara to take, she laughed as she quickly grabbed her purse, then slipped her arm into his and answered,
"We shall."
(A/N: A little known fact, I do type more/faster when I have good motovation...so leave me a review! Tell me if you like it, hate it, or a funny joke you know (I'm still so amused with how many people told me what they had for dinner) And The next chapter should be up soon...but I can't make any promises. Thanks for reading...and reviewing!)