heya, just a quick 5 chapter story. I was gonna be happy but I am better with sad things so this came out of it.Has anyone seen the promo with Grissom and emotions for season 6 final, well there is a small reference to it at the bottom. I am soooo exited though I am gonna boycott imdb csi and other csi website for like another 2 months until its shown in the UK. oh figs... any who saw 'time of your death' my inner me was boucning up and down lol. anyway have a good weekend.

disclaimer: own nothing but figs

ship: g/s ish...

warning: deals with rape...alot.


You did not think the word 'rape' as it was not in your vocabulary yet.

You would think 'beat', 'hurt', 'try to kill.' You heard your mother's cries, her screams. You heard her pleading and begging with them. You heard them laughing and yipping at her. You heard them kicking your mother, soft-thudding blows against her flesh. They would grab at your mother's slender ankles, spread her legs violently as if they wished to tear her legs from her body. They laughed at her cries of pain, her terror and her feeble attempts to protect herself. They were reckless and euphoric. You would later learn that they were high on a drug called 'crystal meth.' In their excitement they not even noticed you lying on tiled floor of toilet cubical. They had torn your mother's clothes away from her body and yanked at your mother's hair, pulling it up by the roots. There was a radiant madness to their faces and an unnatural glittering to their wolf eyes, which were so open you could see rims of white above the irises. You could not know how there was a damp sheen on their teeth, how their bodies were covered in oily sweat. How they straddled your mother's weak and limp body and how they jammed their penises into her bleeding mouth and into her bleeding vagina and into her bleeding rectum.

You would hear the noises of this rape, not fully aware that what you were hearing was 'rape'.


Nick had crinkled in displeasure, the idea of journeying almost 15 miles just for a B&E. But when Grissom said he was joining him, it made things seem little better.

"I used to avoid coming down this road." Grissom spoke elusively and looked over to Nick quickly, whose own gaze was scanning the distance, and then back out on to the open dark road, hands clenching the steering wheel delicately. The sky was filled with disgustingly beautiful clouds.

"How come?" Nick replied.

"This is the road I travelled when I was looking for you, three years ago."

Nick expelled some cool summer night air out of his nostrils.

"So it's a trip down memory lane for you then?"

"Something similar to that. A lot has changed since then."

Nick just nodded in agreement.

"Speaking of change, have you noticed the change in Sara? Of course you have." Nick cleared his throat, a suggestive grin on his face. He began to list the changes; Sara works less overtime, Sara is a lot happier, Sara spends a lot of her time checking her cell phone. However was interrupted when the headlights of the SUV hit a small glittering thing, the breaks hit full on and they both heard a sharp yelp. A girl, no more than seven, dragged herself like a wounded snake towards the car. She had rippling dark hair and shivering skin.

"Are you policemen?"

"Yes, we are," Nick said softly with a warm smile, "can we help you?" Whether the girl needed help or not the two CSI's were going to find out information about her.

"My Mom, she has been hurt. She is sleeping but she won't wake up."

Grissom's head turned to look at Nick's, whose eyes had widened. Gil looked back at the girl.

"Okay, how about we go find you Mom." Gil was trying to keep the shaking child calm but tears kept falling down her dirty face. Nick spoke in to the radio, asking for a medical assistance and backup. He then dialled Sara's cell phone number only to find that she was unavailable to answer and grabbed his kit, following Grissom and the girl.

"Can I hold your hand?" Grissom stuck out his paw and she wrapped her small hand around it. He had had to think about it but the more he did, the more he wanted to offer the child more security than just the holding of a rough, burnt tanned hand. He hated the idea that this girl would never forget this night and that he would have to watch her imprint the image of her mother's mangled and sprawled body. Gil realised he had been referring to her as 'girl.'

"What's your name?"

"Lorena, I was named after my grandmother."

"It's a pretty name."

They were walking on a brick path that was uneven and bumpy. It was leading up to a children's park. The grass was scattered with bird feathers but no birds were seen or heard clearly. The branches and leaves moved in the wind, whip like. Beer cans and litter floated in a scummy pond but it still looked beautiful as the moon's battered face was reflected on it. The path became poorly lighten and Nick called out a few times, just to make sure Gil was still there. Both of them had their flashlights on.

The statue of a mermaid, a freaky deformed female with no legs but a ridiculous curving fish tale, scared Lorena more than the sight of her mother.

"There she is."

Grissom looked at the woman and saw her torn clothing and blooded hidden face and the way one of her arms hung wrongly, they way she was opened legged and opened mouthed and knew it must be rape. She was breathing, he could see her wheeze, her spine move slowly up and down.

"Miss? My name is Gil Grissom, I with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I have your daughter, she is safe." He called out some more information, how he couldn't help her because of contamination of the evidence but he seemed to have soothed her slightly. Nick came up behind him, slipping his hands in to latex gloves.

"Jesus," he muttered. "I couldn't get through to Sara."

"Try again, Nick." Grissom turned and dragged Lorena along with him, he was trying not to squeeze his anger in to her.

"I know it's her day off but I need her in."

"Yeah boss." Nick punched the buttons and hit the 'call' button.

"I am gonna take Lorena back to the-." Nick and Gil's lungs stopped working and felt like they had morphed in to steel. Gil looked at Nick. Somewhere in his mind, the shrill ring of a cell phone had registered, but in his heart he knew it wasn't true. It was a mistake.

They looked at eat other, still feeling a little dazed and Nick cancelled the call. The ringing stopped. The men were struggling to breath. In life there are no coincidences.

"No…no…no…no…no, no, NO," it had started as a whisper and end in violent shout. Gil ripped his hand away from the child's clasp and ran to the female's side. Nick was back on cell, demanding.

Gil's fingers tangled in her hair, which was splotched with blood, and drew them away from her face and his chest rose as he shinned his harsh light in to her face. She was bleeding from head wounds, what looked like a broken nose and torn lips and pool of dark blood lay beneath her, spreading between from her legs. Her fingernails were sharp and jagged and broken. Tears or blood or semen encrusted her eyelashes and her eyelids were comically half-closed.

He wasn't supposed to touch, he was the guy who never let's emotion influence the evidence. He was the guy that Warrick couldn't be like because he was a robot, he was the guy that Sara wished she was like, that didn't feel anything. What did she feel now?

The sirens were loud and the mermaid watch the scene unfold.

"Get the paramedics in here!"


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