A/N: Thanks for all the reviews; you guys keep me going! This is probably
my fav chap, because it was a ball to write, and I wrote it the fastest.
Enjoy!
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Gil smirked as he came into the room where the body was. The crime scene wasn't funny but the look on Greg's face was; he was an interesting shade of green. "You alright Greg?"
Greg looked up at him and then said, "I'll be back in a sec; I have to empty my stomach contents."
Greg rushed out of the room, careful of potential evidence but paying no heed to Catherine as he bulldozed his way past her. She stumbled lightly and then looked over to where Gil was photographing the victim. "What was his problem?"
"Oh, you know Greg, he sees something for the first time, he throws-up," blue-gray met blue, "then he never gets sick again. Did David get the dog outside? " He moved from the body and started to photograph the surroundings, "This was his first suicide."
She cocked her head, "You sure this was a suicide? And yes he got it, though he doesn't know who'll do the autopsy on it."
"Why did you find something? And don't worry about the autopsy, I'll do it." Gil crossed the room to where she was standing, looking at the wall. Catherine shook her head slightly.
"Yeah, this blood splatter isn't from a victim who cut himself."
Gil took some pictures of the splatter in question and asked her, "How do you know that?"
"The blood splatter is all over the wall and there is a void that looks to be an arm being pressed against the wall, suggesting a fight of some sorts." Gil looked at her in awe, he hadn't even paid attention to the wall though that was the first thing she noticed. She walked around the victim and then crouched next to one of the body's arms, "You see these cuts?"
He crouched behind her and looked at them, "They're pointing up and down," he looked quickly at her, "most are side to side."
She nodded, "And why is that Dr. Grissom?"
He gave her an odd look. "Because suicide by slitting the wrists is usually across the wrist, because they don't know it's up and down that kills." She looked at him strangely, he locked eyes with her, "The artery doesn't roll quite as much from the pressure."
She took the camera from him and took pictures of the cuts. Gil's eye ran across the room. He spotted the victim's desk. He walked over to it and pointed to the lamp, "Cath. She's left handed, the lamp is on the right side, and the mouse-pad is on the left."
"What does that tell you?"
Both of the CSIs jumped at the sound of Greg's voice. Gil, regaining his composer, pointed to the victim. "You see the marks on her hands, they tell everything."
Catherine stood up and started to photograph the desk area, making sure to show what side each item was on. "He'll probably show you why that's important when we get back." She looked at Greg who was staring back at her. "When he told me the first time, he used markers and my skin," Catherine smiled devilishly at the sight of Greg repositioning his belt buckle.
Gil shook his head at the two and walked into the apartment's bathroom. 'Well, she wasn't the cleanest person . . .' Gil took in the dirty wet towels strung around the room; clothes joined them as well. He also noticed something orange reflecting in the mirror; he stared at the reflection for a minute.
Greg and Catherine's heads slowly turned to the direction of the bathroom, when they heard Gil mutter, "Holy shit."
"Ah, I haven't heard Gil say that in a while."
Brass walked into the room and looked at the scene before him: a woman in her mid twenties, laid out on her side, covered in blood from the vertical cuts on both of her arms. The room had some blood splatter on the walls and furniture; there was also no sign of the knife or weapon used. He cocked an eyebrow, "Sorry, Sheriff Mobley Dick, got O'Reiley and my cases mixed up. Thus causing me to be late by thirty minutes."
Catherine straightened and started to walk to the bathroom, "It's okay Jim. Now you give us the details."
"Sure thing," he pulled out a note-pad and flip through the pages. "Her name is Caitlyn Ryes. She's twenty-four, single, and ooh . . . She's a hooker!"
The blond shook her strawberry-blonde locks at the stout man's sarcasm, as she strode out of the room. Catherine stepped into the bathroom to find Gil standing inside the bathtub. "Umm . . . Gil? I don't think this is the proper time."
"And I didn't know men could, uh," his flushing face slightly, "shoot this far."
"What?" Her eyes drifted up towards the ceiling to see . . . "Fuck me!"
Gil gave her that famous lop-sided smile of his, "All your time as a stripper and you never saw this stuff."
"Stuff like it, but still," her hands gestured violently to him. "Given where your standing and where those panties are clinging, that's a good six feet . . ." she shrugged her shoulders, "plus there's gravity."
"What did you guys find?" Brass walked in and looked up into the corner, there was a pair of orange panties clinging to some sort of white, crusty substance. "If that's what I think it is, she was good at her job," Brass wrinkled his nose.
Gil's head snapped toward Brass, "Her job? And where's O'Reiley?"
"With Nick and Sara . . ." He pointed to the panties. "She was a prostitute, Gil."
The other man nodded and gestured to Catherine, "Catherine could you?"
"What?!" Her head flew up and she blushed, she had been thinking about whether Gil could shoot- "You want me to photo it?"
He nodded and she took her pictures. When the camera made its last click, the panties chose to fall right on top of Gil's head.
He didn't say a word.
*****
Nick and Sara skid down the steep hill that lead down to the car from the road. They reached the bottom and surveyed the scene before them. A navy blue Nova sat in the middle of a patch of weeds. Cops were milling around, and one was talking to a couple of teens, four, two girls and two boys. Sara's eye traveled from the back of the car to the top of the hill where the road was.
"The car was purposely driving down into the ditch, the tire-tracks never swayed."
Nick nodded at her and then said, "Do you want the car or the surrounding area?"
"The area." She started walking back up the hill and Nick watched her, he smiled and shook his head.
'This is not the time or the place to think about those things,' he thought about this as he walked over to what looked like the first officer on the scene. "Excuse me? Were you the first on the scene?"
The cop nodded, and Nick couldn't help but think of him as a baby. He couldn't be more than twenty-two, and with blond hair and blue-eyes, he looked even younger. "Yes Sir, I was."
Nick took out a note-pad and a pen and said, "I'd like to ask you some questions, ok?" The boy nodded and Nick carried on. "When you got here, did you see anything suspicious?"
The boy nodded and started to walk to the car, "Yeah, it's this way." When they reached it, Nick noticed that there was a fence post next to the Nova, and nailed to it was a piece of paper with typing on it. "I think it's lyrics or some kind of poem, but I'm pretty sure it's part of the scene, since it's so out of place."
Nick nodded, and looked around, "Are those the four that found it?"
"Yes Sir."
"Why were they out this far?"
"The boys are brothers, they live about twenty miles or so that way." He pointed into the direction of Las Vegas. "They were taking their girlfriends home when the oldest brother had to take a leak, the rest is plenty explanatory."
The CSI looked around the surrounding area of the car, "Did they touch anything?"
"Nope, the boy came up close enough to see what was inside, saw the body and bolted up to the road to call for help."
"Ok, thanks, if I need anything else, I'll be sure to ask . . ."
"Ted Brandon."
Nick nodded.
The cop left and Nick got out his camera and started to photograph the car and the ground around it. He didn't find any footprints or any other kinds of tracks in the hard soil. He opened door of the vehicle and peered at the body.
A female of about sixteen to eighteen; she had long blond-hair, and lifeless emerald eyes. Nick closed his eyes and sighed heavily, someone would definitely miss the girl, and it was a shame to see such beauty lost to death.
"Nick?"
He looked to his side and smiled faintly at Sara, who was also studying at the girl. "Hey Sar."
"God, why do they always have to be so young?"
He shrugged and said, "Car or area?"
"Why aren't we extra nice this night?"
"I'm in a giving mood." He stated simply.
"As you proved earlier."
He looked in her eyes and saw some of the passion that they had gone through earlier that night. "And I'll be happy to do it again after shift."
She smiled and replied, "The car."
Nick laughed slightly and back away to let Sara in.
*****
Greg walked into the DNA lab loaded down with evidence to be process. He put the stuff down at his station and started shifted out what went to trace, prints, and what stayed with him. After that he dropped of what needed to be dropped off at the other labs in CSI, and decided one little snack wouldn't hurt him.
Greg opened the door to the lounge and suck in a heavy breath. Dammit she was here! Kaylenn was laid out over the couch reading a book. She looked up as he came into the room, "Hey Greg, how's the case?"
After a moment he answered, "Good, Griss got into a sticky situation but that was all." He smiled fondly at thought memory of his boss with orange panties on his head, he knew what was on those too, so that had made it even more ironic and funny than it already was.
"What do you mean, 'sticky situation'?" She raised an arched eyebrow.
"Some panties fell on his head."
"Panties." The amusement was not lost in her deadpan voice.
He nodded, "Yeah, and two guesses to what was on them."
She looked down and closed her eyes and whispered, "Gross!"
"Uh-un."
"Is he- is he here yet?" At Greg's questioning look she added, "I'm beyond bored and I also want to see him."
"They didn't come back with me. When I left Catherine was hauling him off to an apartment that nobody was living in, he was going to get a quick bath."
Kaylenn started laughing, although she new from her own father, that Gil Grissom had gone through much worse than panties covered in semen. "Trust me here, my Uncle's been through a hell of a lot worse."
Greg looked up vending machine, "Really?"
She nodded and then walked out of the room, leaving Greg stunned and his bag of chips stuck.
*****
Kaylenn looked up from the lab results she had been looking at and saw Nick and Sara disappear behind Gil's office door. She looked around, apparently nobody had noticed; everyone was still at work. And she knew Greg would have yelled out to them, but he was still rolling his chair around in the lab, Queens of the Stone Age blasting. She looked back at the door and saw it shuddered.
"So, I wonder how long till that's Gil and Catherine?" She said under her breath as she looked back down at the lab results.
*****
"He'll be out in a min; you done?" Brass looked down at Catherine, who was putting a knife covered in blood, into a bag.
"Yep, I'm all done here." She looked out into the hall behind him, "Is he ok? I mean, that's a pretty traumatic thing to happen to a person and he didn't even flinch!"
Brass' face turned a sudden green shade; Catherine noticed and asked, "What?"
"Sorry, I was just remembering when he was a rookie and fell into a vat of shit," her eyes grew big, "literally."
"Anyways, it wasn't all shit, it was just waste in general, trash, other human waste."
"How'd it happen?" Catherine said disbelieving.
"We got to this place, a factory, and it smelled. Well, when we were all staying away from the smell, Gil broke off from the group and walked over to this vat that was covered with boards. He went up the ladder and was going to pry the boards lose by standing over them, like this," he spread his legs and bent down like he was going to pick up something. He straightened and continued, "So he does that, but what he didn't know was the that the end portion of the board walk opposite the ladder had been covered in a slick, greasy chemical. Well, his boot did not stick and he slip and fell on the boards which were rotten."
"My God, he could have been hurt badly."
Brass nodded, "So, we rushed over to the vat and I climbed up the ladder and saw nothing, then a hand broke the surface and I grabbed it. I hauled him out to the edge of the vat and he looked straight at me and gave me one of those typical boy-smiles of him and said, 'I-"
"'I solved the case, take my clothes', then I proceeded to pass out and you guys stripped me, and threw me into the nearest shower."
Catherine smiled warmly, though her eyes were dancing with laughter. "Are you always this dirty?"
"You've worked with me for almost 18 years, you should know by now." He smiled at her and threw Brass the towel that he had used to dry his now spiky hair. Catherine thought that look of 'just rolled out of bed' suited him perfectly, especially since he was dressed in a black-shirt and jeans. It also helped that he was smiling.
He turned to her to see her staring at him, with; well he couldn't really tell but it really didn't matter. "Catherine?"
"What?! Oh yeah." She walked out of the room and Gil and Brass traded a look.
*****
Gil and Catherine were about to walk into his office, when Catherine had stopped and looked quickly at him. "What is it Cath?"
"Nothing, I was just remembering our fight yesterday about Kaylenn." She pointed to the bruises that were still on his face, "Sorry that I lost my temper."
He smiled, "Just don't do it again, I happen to like my face."
"I do too." She smiled sassily at him, but inside she was blushing and screaming at him to pin her against the wall.
"I know you do," he said simply as he walked into his office.
She knew of what he was referring to, but why did he have to bring it up when she was starting to break . . . No, she had to tell him before and if they did anything beyond friendship. She entered his office to find him staring at his couch with a perplexed look and Kaylenn playing on her Game Boy, while listening to rock on Gil's radio.
Catherine and Kaylenn followed Gil's gaze to a small white stain on the left side of his couch.
Gil pointed to the spot and said, "Who stained my couch?"
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~~~~ The pressures and demands, ~~~~
~~~~ Staring at the knife, ~~~~
~~~~ And holding in your hand, ~~~~
~~~~ What used to be your life. ~~~~
"I Want My Life" by Smile Empty Soul
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A/N: Hey, you would have had this chapter sooner, but it was a bitch to edit, for my Beta and me. And I kinda lost the disk. So, tell me what you think, and press Review! Chappie 8 won't be here for probably a week, because I'm stuck and I'm writing chapter 9, and trying to do 'I Never Cried' . . . So, bear with me.
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Gil smirked as he came into the room where the body was. The crime scene wasn't funny but the look on Greg's face was; he was an interesting shade of green. "You alright Greg?"
Greg looked up at him and then said, "I'll be back in a sec; I have to empty my stomach contents."
Greg rushed out of the room, careful of potential evidence but paying no heed to Catherine as he bulldozed his way past her. She stumbled lightly and then looked over to where Gil was photographing the victim. "What was his problem?"
"Oh, you know Greg, he sees something for the first time, he throws-up," blue-gray met blue, "then he never gets sick again. Did David get the dog outside? " He moved from the body and started to photograph the surroundings, "This was his first suicide."
She cocked her head, "You sure this was a suicide? And yes he got it, though he doesn't know who'll do the autopsy on it."
"Why did you find something? And don't worry about the autopsy, I'll do it." Gil crossed the room to where she was standing, looking at the wall. Catherine shook her head slightly.
"Yeah, this blood splatter isn't from a victim who cut himself."
Gil took some pictures of the splatter in question and asked her, "How do you know that?"
"The blood splatter is all over the wall and there is a void that looks to be an arm being pressed against the wall, suggesting a fight of some sorts." Gil looked at her in awe, he hadn't even paid attention to the wall though that was the first thing she noticed. She walked around the victim and then crouched next to one of the body's arms, "You see these cuts?"
He crouched behind her and looked at them, "They're pointing up and down," he looked quickly at her, "most are side to side."
She nodded, "And why is that Dr. Grissom?"
He gave her an odd look. "Because suicide by slitting the wrists is usually across the wrist, because they don't know it's up and down that kills." She looked at him strangely, he locked eyes with her, "The artery doesn't roll quite as much from the pressure."
She took the camera from him and took pictures of the cuts. Gil's eye ran across the room. He spotted the victim's desk. He walked over to it and pointed to the lamp, "Cath. She's left handed, the lamp is on the right side, and the mouse-pad is on the left."
"What does that tell you?"
Both of the CSIs jumped at the sound of Greg's voice. Gil, regaining his composer, pointed to the victim. "You see the marks on her hands, they tell everything."
Catherine stood up and started to photograph the desk area, making sure to show what side each item was on. "He'll probably show you why that's important when we get back." She looked at Greg who was staring back at her. "When he told me the first time, he used markers and my skin," Catherine smiled devilishly at the sight of Greg repositioning his belt buckle.
Gil shook his head at the two and walked into the apartment's bathroom. 'Well, she wasn't the cleanest person . . .' Gil took in the dirty wet towels strung around the room; clothes joined them as well. He also noticed something orange reflecting in the mirror; he stared at the reflection for a minute.
Greg and Catherine's heads slowly turned to the direction of the bathroom, when they heard Gil mutter, "Holy shit."
"Ah, I haven't heard Gil say that in a while."
Brass walked into the room and looked at the scene before him: a woman in her mid twenties, laid out on her side, covered in blood from the vertical cuts on both of her arms. The room had some blood splatter on the walls and furniture; there was also no sign of the knife or weapon used. He cocked an eyebrow, "Sorry, Sheriff Mobley Dick, got O'Reiley and my cases mixed up. Thus causing me to be late by thirty minutes."
Catherine straightened and started to walk to the bathroom, "It's okay Jim. Now you give us the details."
"Sure thing," he pulled out a note-pad and flip through the pages. "Her name is Caitlyn Ryes. She's twenty-four, single, and ooh . . . She's a hooker!"
The blond shook her strawberry-blonde locks at the stout man's sarcasm, as she strode out of the room. Catherine stepped into the bathroom to find Gil standing inside the bathtub. "Umm . . . Gil? I don't think this is the proper time."
"And I didn't know men could, uh," his flushing face slightly, "shoot this far."
"What?" Her eyes drifted up towards the ceiling to see . . . "Fuck me!"
Gil gave her that famous lop-sided smile of his, "All your time as a stripper and you never saw this stuff."
"Stuff like it, but still," her hands gestured violently to him. "Given where your standing and where those panties are clinging, that's a good six feet . . ." she shrugged her shoulders, "plus there's gravity."
"What did you guys find?" Brass walked in and looked up into the corner, there was a pair of orange panties clinging to some sort of white, crusty substance. "If that's what I think it is, she was good at her job," Brass wrinkled his nose.
Gil's head snapped toward Brass, "Her job? And where's O'Reiley?"
"With Nick and Sara . . ." He pointed to the panties. "She was a prostitute, Gil."
The other man nodded and gestured to Catherine, "Catherine could you?"
"What?!" Her head flew up and she blushed, she had been thinking about whether Gil could shoot- "You want me to photo it?"
He nodded and she took her pictures. When the camera made its last click, the panties chose to fall right on top of Gil's head.
He didn't say a word.
*****
Nick and Sara skid down the steep hill that lead down to the car from the road. They reached the bottom and surveyed the scene before them. A navy blue Nova sat in the middle of a patch of weeds. Cops were milling around, and one was talking to a couple of teens, four, two girls and two boys. Sara's eye traveled from the back of the car to the top of the hill where the road was.
"The car was purposely driving down into the ditch, the tire-tracks never swayed."
Nick nodded at her and then said, "Do you want the car or the surrounding area?"
"The area." She started walking back up the hill and Nick watched her, he smiled and shook his head.
'This is not the time or the place to think about those things,' he thought about this as he walked over to what looked like the first officer on the scene. "Excuse me? Were you the first on the scene?"
The cop nodded, and Nick couldn't help but think of him as a baby. He couldn't be more than twenty-two, and with blond hair and blue-eyes, he looked even younger. "Yes Sir, I was."
Nick took out a note-pad and a pen and said, "I'd like to ask you some questions, ok?" The boy nodded and Nick carried on. "When you got here, did you see anything suspicious?"
The boy nodded and started to walk to the car, "Yeah, it's this way." When they reached it, Nick noticed that there was a fence post next to the Nova, and nailed to it was a piece of paper with typing on it. "I think it's lyrics or some kind of poem, but I'm pretty sure it's part of the scene, since it's so out of place."
Nick nodded, and looked around, "Are those the four that found it?"
"Yes Sir."
"Why were they out this far?"
"The boys are brothers, they live about twenty miles or so that way." He pointed into the direction of Las Vegas. "They were taking their girlfriends home when the oldest brother had to take a leak, the rest is plenty explanatory."
The CSI looked around the surrounding area of the car, "Did they touch anything?"
"Nope, the boy came up close enough to see what was inside, saw the body and bolted up to the road to call for help."
"Ok, thanks, if I need anything else, I'll be sure to ask . . ."
"Ted Brandon."
Nick nodded.
The cop left and Nick got out his camera and started to photograph the car and the ground around it. He didn't find any footprints or any other kinds of tracks in the hard soil. He opened door of the vehicle and peered at the body.
A female of about sixteen to eighteen; she had long blond-hair, and lifeless emerald eyes. Nick closed his eyes and sighed heavily, someone would definitely miss the girl, and it was a shame to see such beauty lost to death.
"Nick?"
He looked to his side and smiled faintly at Sara, who was also studying at the girl. "Hey Sar."
"God, why do they always have to be so young?"
He shrugged and said, "Car or area?"
"Why aren't we extra nice this night?"
"I'm in a giving mood." He stated simply.
"As you proved earlier."
He looked in her eyes and saw some of the passion that they had gone through earlier that night. "And I'll be happy to do it again after shift."
She smiled and replied, "The car."
Nick laughed slightly and back away to let Sara in.
*****
Greg walked into the DNA lab loaded down with evidence to be process. He put the stuff down at his station and started shifted out what went to trace, prints, and what stayed with him. After that he dropped of what needed to be dropped off at the other labs in CSI, and decided one little snack wouldn't hurt him.
Greg opened the door to the lounge and suck in a heavy breath. Dammit she was here! Kaylenn was laid out over the couch reading a book. She looked up as he came into the room, "Hey Greg, how's the case?"
After a moment he answered, "Good, Griss got into a sticky situation but that was all." He smiled fondly at thought memory of his boss with orange panties on his head, he knew what was on those too, so that had made it even more ironic and funny than it already was.
"What do you mean, 'sticky situation'?" She raised an arched eyebrow.
"Some panties fell on his head."
"Panties." The amusement was not lost in her deadpan voice.
He nodded, "Yeah, and two guesses to what was on them."
She looked down and closed her eyes and whispered, "Gross!"
"Uh-un."
"Is he- is he here yet?" At Greg's questioning look she added, "I'm beyond bored and I also want to see him."
"They didn't come back with me. When I left Catherine was hauling him off to an apartment that nobody was living in, he was going to get a quick bath."
Kaylenn started laughing, although she new from her own father, that Gil Grissom had gone through much worse than panties covered in semen. "Trust me here, my Uncle's been through a hell of a lot worse."
Greg looked up vending machine, "Really?"
She nodded and then walked out of the room, leaving Greg stunned and his bag of chips stuck.
*****
Kaylenn looked up from the lab results she had been looking at and saw Nick and Sara disappear behind Gil's office door. She looked around, apparently nobody had noticed; everyone was still at work. And she knew Greg would have yelled out to them, but he was still rolling his chair around in the lab, Queens of the Stone Age blasting. She looked back at the door and saw it shuddered.
"So, I wonder how long till that's Gil and Catherine?" She said under her breath as she looked back down at the lab results.
*****
"He'll be out in a min; you done?" Brass looked down at Catherine, who was putting a knife covered in blood, into a bag.
"Yep, I'm all done here." She looked out into the hall behind him, "Is he ok? I mean, that's a pretty traumatic thing to happen to a person and he didn't even flinch!"
Brass' face turned a sudden green shade; Catherine noticed and asked, "What?"
"Sorry, I was just remembering when he was a rookie and fell into a vat of shit," her eyes grew big, "literally."
"Anyways, it wasn't all shit, it was just waste in general, trash, other human waste."
"How'd it happen?" Catherine said disbelieving.
"We got to this place, a factory, and it smelled. Well, when we were all staying away from the smell, Gil broke off from the group and walked over to this vat that was covered with boards. He went up the ladder and was going to pry the boards lose by standing over them, like this," he spread his legs and bent down like he was going to pick up something. He straightened and continued, "So he does that, but what he didn't know was the that the end portion of the board walk opposite the ladder had been covered in a slick, greasy chemical. Well, his boot did not stick and he slip and fell on the boards which were rotten."
"My God, he could have been hurt badly."
Brass nodded, "So, we rushed over to the vat and I climbed up the ladder and saw nothing, then a hand broke the surface and I grabbed it. I hauled him out to the edge of the vat and he looked straight at me and gave me one of those typical boy-smiles of him and said, 'I-"
"'I solved the case, take my clothes', then I proceeded to pass out and you guys stripped me, and threw me into the nearest shower."
Catherine smiled warmly, though her eyes were dancing with laughter. "Are you always this dirty?"
"You've worked with me for almost 18 years, you should know by now." He smiled at her and threw Brass the towel that he had used to dry his now spiky hair. Catherine thought that look of 'just rolled out of bed' suited him perfectly, especially since he was dressed in a black-shirt and jeans. It also helped that he was smiling.
He turned to her to see her staring at him, with; well he couldn't really tell but it really didn't matter. "Catherine?"
"What?! Oh yeah." She walked out of the room and Gil and Brass traded a look.
*****
Gil and Catherine were about to walk into his office, when Catherine had stopped and looked quickly at him. "What is it Cath?"
"Nothing, I was just remembering our fight yesterday about Kaylenn." She pointed to the bruises that were still on his face, "Sorry that I lost my temper."
He smiled, "Just don't do it again, I happen to like my face."
"I do too." She smiled sassily at him, but inside she was blushing and screaming at him to pin her against the wall.
"I know you do," he said simply as he walked into his office.
She knew of what he was referring to, but why did he have to bring it up when she was starting to break . . . No, she had to tell him before and if they did anything beyond friendship. She entered his office to find him staring at his couch with a perplexed look and Kaylenn playing on her Game Boy, while listening to rock on Gil's radio.
Catherine and Kaylenn followed Gil's gaze to a small white stain on the left side of his couch.
Gil pointed to the spot and said, "Who stained my couch?"
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~~~~ The pressures and demands, ~~~~
~~~~ Staring at the knife, ~~~~
~~~~ And holding in your hand, ~~~~
~~~~ What used to be your life. ~~~~
"I Want My Life" by Smile Empty Soul
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A/N: Hey, you would have had this chapter sooner, but it was a bitch to edit, for my Beta and me. And I kinda lost the disk. So, tell me what you think, and press Review! Chappie 8 won't be here for probably a week, because I'm stuck and I'm writing chapter 9, and trying to do 'I Never Cried' . . . So, bear with me.
