Hey guys... so much for being up last wednesday day, huh? Sorry but I found out that my computure has 92 contagious files and it was compleatly broken because everytime it loaded up it shut back down again...
So anyway...
Thank you so much to MC New York, SaraStar, angry penguin, Ally-617-luv-tv, CSigurlie07, ayesha84, dark-girl-faith-sidle. It means loads that you have taken thetime to review. It was a lot more positive than I'd ever think so yay!Thank you to each and every one of you, it means so much to me.
MC New York I love the idea of the doll and will use it.
Again, if anyone has any suggestions, they will be totally appreciated.
Anyway I have put two chapters up...
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The moments ticked, each second registered by a sliver, plastic clock.
Sara placed the doll back on its shelf. It was a rich looking doll, imported straight out of China probably. It had bright yellow hair that stood out like cotton candy fluff, hard blue eyes, like transparent agate marbles and a typical pink sweetheart smile. It had black patent leather shoes and a black patent leather belt and a chequered red dress with a matching chequered red bow tangled in the sweeping mass of blonde hair. This kind of detail impressed Sara, as if even the doll was subjected to the amazing and elaborate decadence, which would attract her from time to time.
She moved to look out of the framed window, which was cracked open slightly that the wind hit her face like a dry and cindery dust and it blew in to her eyes and down her throat.
Sara's silence as she worked depressed her. It was her silence. She knew perfectly well that the cars were making noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise but she couldn't hear a thing. The glittering and blinking city hung outside the window in the distance but all she could see now was the rows of houses and people, some who were strangers and some who were strangers from work.
Sara didn't know how long she had been looking before she notice the first dull bumping knock which was followed by two sharp tap-tap, and a crisp voice called her name and Grissom opened the door to see Sara snapping around to see him, rubbing her hands. Her hands felt painfully cold as if blunt needles were sewing up and down her fingers.
"Hey."
She tensed them and the contracted in sharpening and grinding pain that twisted and pulsed up her arm.
"You okay?" He felt wise and cynical as hell.
"Yeah, I just hurt my hand."
Her eyes wide open and hardened like hematite as Sofia entered the room and Sara's expression turned even darker as Sofia greeted her. Sara felt herself shrinking in to a small, black dot.
For some reason, Sofia looked prettier than normal. Her skin was still youthful, peach like, divine silkiness that only a child could possess and her large blue eyes were sizzling. Her mouth also seemed fixed in a sneer that wasn't nasty, but as if she had something sarcastic and amused. She wore a top that was stuck to her body with some kind of electricity and an elegant black jacket. Fake eyelashes and giddy jewellery too. However, Sofia also looked bored to Sara, bored as hell. Bored with bright lights and bored with the beautiful men and bored with her job. Girls like that would have made Sara sick at one point.
"Hi, Sofia." She spoke, annoyance and persistence seeping to her rich musical voice. Sara wanted to melt in to she shadows.
"I thought Brass was the preliminary?" There was an unnatural glisten in her brown eyes as she looked at Gil.
"I thought I told you that he was just covering."
"No," There was a drenching storm inside Sara and her heart thudded. "You didn't."
She raised her finely plucked eyebrow and he offered her an apologetic look. She didn't accept it. She just looked at him, and the pressure of knowledge behind his eyes was so immense; she could have been blinded by it.
"What have you found?" Grissom said in a cool and rational way, as always.
"Semen on the bed sheets. Children's bed sheets. No disturbance in this room."
Sara paused but forced herself to speak, muscles tugging her throat and she cocked her head.
"What's her name?" Sara asked, her face very soft
"Whose?"
"The girl who sleeps in this room. The daughter," Her voice changed to something thick and melodic.
"I don't know, Sara."
"Can you find out for me? Please?" she asked, her voice soft and deep.
There was more bubbling talk between the three of them. Sara's attention wasn't fully given to them, but her answers were like sticky kisses and eventually Sofia went.
Sara was looking in the mirror. It seemed warped and far too sliver. The face in it looked like the reflection you see if you looked in a rippling pool. Sara saw Grissom's head floated up behind her shoulder like an ebony balloon.
She pretended not to notice and opened the jewellery box, draw by draw and finding that all of them stashed and brimming with crosses and crucifixes. He stood beside her and she lifted out a necklace. It was a sliver, slick chain and it's cross was sliver and bulky in shape. The cross was suspended in the air and the wind blew it so it swung softly in the air. Its movement and the way it caught the light enchanted Sara and Gil. Sara thought about how as a child she thought she would have to suffering, do penance, so she could have her cross and then she would finally be able to raise up her hands and drive a nail in to her soft palm.
Sara looked at Gil.
"Grissom, you Catholic once?"
The creases at his eyes tightened at her question, unsure of it relevance.
"Yes, Sara. Once."
She nodded and looked back in to the rippling cross as it hypnotised her.
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