Chapter Twelve- Capable of Murder
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"You found her?" Warrick asked Brass in a low voice.
Brass glanced toward the entrance of the house that was currently a crime scene, making sure Catherine was well within and unable to hear them.
"Yeah. We got her. Vanessa Jills." Brass said. "She's down at the station and we're about to go into questioning."
"I'll get Catherine." Warrick said, turning to head back into the house.
Brass stopped him. "Are you sure about this? I mean, I'm not worried about Catherine, but I'm worried about what would happen if the two met face to face. Can you say police brutality?"
Warrick quirked an eyebrow. "You think it would be much better if we cut her out of the loop? I mean you know Catherine, she will find out and when she does, I would not want to be the cause of her anger."
Brass sighed. "You're right. Better for her to know now, than later. Let's go."
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"You okay?" Sara asked before entering the interrogation room herself.
Catherine was staring through the glass at the pink haired woman sitting in the chair.
"She left my child to die." Catherine whispered bitterly. "She fucking locked my child in the damn car."
Sara reached over to wrap an arm around Catherine. "Don't worry. I'll do everything the best I can." She said, entering the room.
"Miss Jills, I'm Sara Sidle with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I would like to ask you some questions." Sara said all business upon entering the room.
"Like I have a choice." Vanessa replied coldly. "Let's just get this over with."
"We found your car."
"Great. Gimme the key."
Sara held up a hand. "Not so fast. It's currently in our lab. It's a crime scene."
Vanessa glared. "It's my car. What kind of crime could happen there?" she asked standoffishly.
Sara bit back a few profanities. "An eight year old was left alone in a car registered to you and nearly drowned. That's a crime scene. Want to tell me what happened?"
"Okay fine. My boyfriend, who's also my producer and I were driving around so we can go meet up with our dealer, but he had to bring his little whiny midget with him. Something at his crazy ex-wife and him getting in a fight. But anyway, we were driving and it started to rain. Not my fault. Hit an icy spot, not my fault and well the car went through the fence and into that ditch thing, not my fault."
Sara jotted down some notes, fighting back surges of anger.
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Catherine was trembling. She hated Vanessa with a deep hate. All at once Catherine knew she was capable of killing. Not that she hadn't known that. She had been trained to fire and kill, but had never actually felt the unrelenting urge to actually murder someone. She investigated murders, she didn't commit them, but watching Sara question Vanessa brought out a different side of Catherine Willows.
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"So none of this was your fault?" Sara asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"Blame physics, honey." Vanessa growled at her.
"Well tell me why you left a kid alone in the car?"
"Okay you know. My main concern was my boyfriend and myself. I have no use for a whining twerp that wouldn't shut her little trap." Vanessa replied almost matter-of-factly. "I mean come on…some yappy little brat is bound to get on everyone's nerves."
Before Sara could say a word, Catherine burst into the room. Her blue eyes were flashing with anger.
"Don't you dare talk about my daughter that way!" Catherine yelled at Vanessa, who was trying to shrink away.
Sara and Brass scrambled to get control over Catherine before she hit Vanessa.
"Don't you dare call her a little brat, because I don't care if they find you guilty or not, but no matter where they lock you up or where they hide you, I'm gonna hunt you down and I'm gonna kill you. I don't care if I get arrested, but I will. You can't walk away from my little girl and expect me not to do anything about it!" Catherine hissed, struggling against Brass's and Sara's grasp.
Nick had heard the commotion and saw what was going on through the glass. Sara wasn't strong enough to handle Catherine, and Brass had to watch Vanessa's movements as well as Catherine's. From appearances, Catherine was about to get loose any moment and strangle a pink hair woman. Nick stepped in.
With ease, he wrapped one arm around Catherine and pulled her out of the room and laid his hands on her shoulders. Sara followed them out.
"What was that?" Sara asked, as Catherine struggled with breaths to calm herself down.
"Sorry." Catherine muttered. "Lost my temper."
"No kidding." Nick said, still keeping a hand on Catherine, just in case she decided to go back in and sock Vanessa in the face.
"I'm okay." She said breathing deeply.
"Okay…" Nick said, slowly letting her go.
Catherine turned to Sara. "Get her on something Sara, or else you'll be chasing me for murder."
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"Is she allowed to do that?" Vanessa asked.
Brass shrugged. "Catherine does what she wants around here."
"I take it she's the crazy ex-wife." Vanessa smirked.
Brass forced a tight smile. "Got it in one."
"Don't think she's allowed to threaten me though and if you're not charging me with anything, I think I'm gonna leave now." Vanessa said with a cocky smile.
"Not so fast Pinky." Nick said walking in with Sara.
"Child abandonment on the first degree," Sara said. "We're holding you over night."
"My lawyer is gonna get a kick outta this. A CSI threatening me." Vanessa said as Brass placed handcuffs on her and read her- her rights.
As she was led out, Nick had to get something off his chest. "A mother is allowed to threaten whoever she wants to when it comes to her child."
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Catherine was exhausted. She went to her locker and opened it slowly, leaning her head against the cool metal. It felt good.
"Kitty, Cat- Cat!" Greg sang as he entered the locker room.
"I'm gonna pretend that I didn't hear that." Catherine groaned softly.
"Well, I was just gonna try and get a smile out of you, and let you know that I'm here for you." Greg said, turning seriously. He paused. "We all are."
Catherine gave him a small smile. "I know." She said. "I know.
"Oh and Lindsay's waiting in your office."
"Thanks Greg."
"No problem."
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"Ready to go?" Catherine asked as she walked into her office.
"Yep," Lindsay chirped taking her mother's hand and following her out of the lab.
Ten minutes later, they were home. It was pretty late and Catherine wasn't used to working during the day. Her entire team was pulling overtime this week and she had followed suit. She had to return to work later that night, but just because Catherine could pull twenty four hours of work, doesn't mean Lindsay could.
"Bed squirt." Catherine said, pointing toward the stairs.
Lindsay pouted but obeyed. "Fine Mommy." She obeyed, scampering up the stairs.
Catherine smiled as she sank down into the couch. Her earlier anger had subsided and she was back to being cool, sarcastic Catherine. She went into the kitchen and pulled out a carton of orange juice. She poured a glass and then laced it with vodka. A screwdriver. She and Grissom had created it once after a very mind boggling case a year earlier. She sighed. Grissom. The newest addition to her messed up life. She was still trying to figure out how he fit into the equation.
A car pulled up into her driveway. Catherine moved to the window. Who on earth would come here now? She wondered.
A too familiar figure stepped out of the car. "Shit." Catherine muttered, moving quickly to put the latch on the door, just seconds before Eddie began to bang on it.
"Let me in you whore!" he ranted at her. "Why the hell did you put Vanessa in jail?"
Catherine moved around the house, quickly making sure all the doors and windows were locked. She was in such a frenzy, she forgot where she left her gun. The shower upstairs was still going, so she didn't need to worry about Lindsay coming downstairs at the last moment. She rushed back to the living room, grabbing her cell phone, begging it to turn on.
Suddenly a shot rang out through the night and a high and drunk, and very angry Eddie burst into the house waving a gun.
Catherine's blue eyes widened. Instinct told her this was not going to end well.
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Hint: someone's gonna die. Can you guess who? I allow you guys three guesses. Hehe. Or I could take a vote. Both is perfectly okay.
