Heya
I AM SO SORRY. I am very sorry for not updating sooner… it has been…two months? I am so sorry. It started out with me thinking…hmmm what type of school is it going to be…and I was like…hmmm either gifted snotty girl academy or evil gifted snotty girl academy and then I started reading about American education on wikipedia and I just didn't understand it (That makes me feel quiet pissed off because I really tried but it said stuff like 'there are 4 gpa but there can be a fifth one' and I was just like I can't understand this….any way now I do) so then I was like okay, should I go through the teenage years or should I skip this part and start after Berkley…so I started writing the part after berkely and then I thought 'no, I need to explain about the foster care, working in Chuckie Cheese, ect' so then I started writing that bit… and then I returned to college and life got in the way blah blah blah and anyway it's sorted now so here's the next chapter and the next chapter will be up tonight because it's almost finished but I have to go to college (I have to travel on a bus for I and a half hours just to go to a class which is only an hour and a half long…how much does that suck…) any later days xxx
BIG BIG thanks you's to Cherrydrops12, crzygrl, forensicsgirl97, MC New York, icklebitodd, Lindsey, Shellster, dark-girl-faith-sidle and Lyanna Stark for reviewing. THANK YOU. x x x x x x x x x x x x
dark-girl-faith-sidle Heya, Glad you love. Hope this is good too… The reason everyone get taken away is because I don't know what to do with the characters…well that's half the reason… the other reason I just like taking them away. Anyway thanks for the comments xxxxx
Lyanna Stark hey there. I'm thinking I'd rather write some good rather than some more bad so there will defiantly be some happiness… I am not going to give up, I think I was just in a mini moment of panic but I'm defiantly not giving up, I love writing this I am looking forward to getting to the end but not in a way that its like, "oh thank goodness it's over" but in a way like "ooh I have finished a story" xxxx
forensicsgirl97 Hey Happiness is defiantly coming (like I haven't said that before) within the next few chapters…well more happiness than there has been…more sadness then more sadness but this will be "black" rather than the blues and then the end which I think will be "peaceful"…could be bad "peaceful" though
Icklebitodd hi glad you liked… twisty-ness will come xxxxxxx
MC New York Oh my god… when I looked in my inbox I was like, "no way…something must have gone wrong" but nope and I was like "yaaaaaaaaay" I laughed so many times when reading your reviews…particually is metal spoon and rubber ducky… lol-ing make me happy… Glad you are loving it in a non-sadistic way…you could love it in a sadistic way too if you wanted.Oh I LOVE BURNING THINGS… science class turned me in to a little arsonist with all the Bunsen burners and the matches…mmmm matches… Two OC's are coming back…aha! One is back next chapter and is going to be sticking around for the rest of the story. The other is back in later…Hmmm, boarding school hmmmm I was going to use it if I couldn't think of anything else (which I couldn't but I really didn't want to do boarding school and so I didn't…) One of my friends goes to one and she HATES it…hate isn't a strong enough word actually. Oh, you have an evil cop too! Mine is called "Gary" and he is like a little werid beady eyed rat snake …I don't actually think he is a real cop…he is a "community service" guy or something …Prepping corpses are so not fun…But it's quite…I can't think of a word that is a cross between scary and calming and disappointing…I know that's a bit of a weird combination but that's what it feels like...for me anyway… "I originally thought that Sara would've woke up and realized it was a dream." When I read that I was like hmmm… I could do I twisty end…and have the final chapter in the mental hospital and Sara had never left and created CSI land in her head…and then I thought maybe not…better keep it real. Its fun making Sara crazy…or it was … moved on…for now… I would like to work for you in the business of torturing people but I am already occupied much more "fun" job. Oh damn… Oooh you noticed the hands…yay… Sorry for my poor grammer…well check over work better before adding it to the story. I won't make things too bitter between Grissom and Sara…but am seriously considering the the idea of having someone jumping sofia...evil laugh Any thank you for all the reviews xxxxxxxxx
Grissom was stood up and Sara was sat down.
The latex covered fingers fumbled through the pine bedside cabinets. It was clear which side belonged to the female and the male of the house. Sara, sat crossed legged, worked at the side that was decorated with pink and vanilla church candles and a small bowl of dead, crushed flowers in a brown pot in its drawer. There were photos stored, and a blank diary. There was a manicure kit with one of the sharp implements missing. A nail file was recovered from Grissom's side of the bed, stained with blood. A soiled condom was also found and blood droplets running all over the carpet.
Sara straightened her spine and tilted her head to watch Gil working for a few seconds. On the bedside he worked at, there was a silver alarm clock and a masculine watch. It was plain and sterile. She watched the big capable hands that could perform the most delicate tasks.
She didn't realise she half-smiling, her lips pink and peachy, pastel coloured and her eyes were soft, glistening like opals. She watched the blunt ended fingers with clean fingernails hiding beneath a sheath of plastic. He turned his head looking across to her, over the bed and as a smile tugged at Grissom lips briefly. Her brown eyes dragged themselves on to the dull, repetitive pattern on the bed's top cover and she twisted her head away. He did the same.
"Why did you bring Catherine on to this case?"
Grissom's lips twitched. Sara thought that she heard him sigh, but wasn't sure. Grissom looked over to Sara expecting to make eye contact, but she was looking at something else.
"Catherine is good at dealing with children and I needed someone at the hospital to collect evidence. One of us had to be with that little girl and I wanted you here."
She stared hard at the eggshell coloured wall, grim and unsmiling, and rose to her feet. She probably wouldn't want to be around any children anyway.
"So why didn't you go?" Sara's voice became hard and clear as a diamond.
"Catherine has a connection with children. She's the 'mom' remember."
Sara thought for a moment, she remembered, and then nodded. They continued to process calm and detached, the tension and the rattling of their movements filled the space.
"Catherine's outside," Gil stated. "I gotta go."
Gil and Catherine were sat in the front of the Denali, it was their sanctuary for private conversation; they had detached themselves from the world and in the car was there own solitary universe.
"She cares."
The expression of Catherine's face conveyed grandeur and severity. Her fashion had changed; she was dressed as the antithesis of bling. She wore dark grey suit. The jacket gave her a clean silhouette, streamlined and sexy. The sobering clashes of the brittle red vest top against the grey were dynamic. She was a pink-crimson lipped, towering blonde and her appearance would let the world know she was brave and authoritive but firmly feminine. Catherine was a modern woman; she was crisp and fit for a purpose, not boring and corporate.
"She enjoys feeling guilty."
The two fine lines that could have been drawn with gold India ink, arched up over her blue eyes.
Catherine's lips parted as she drew in a breath and turned her head to look at him, her smoothly combed golden hair moving fluidly.
"Are you being intentionally dense?" Her tone was funny and serious. Catherine gave it the full wide-eyed innocent routine and Grissom smiled a little in spite of himself, lips twitching as he peered over the rims of his glasses.
"What have you got for me, Catherine?"
She handed her first file to Gil, pursed smiled, so he could quickly browse through.
"Alannah Bailey, age 10."
Gil picked up the first photo. It was just a portrait of the Alannah. She looked infinitely frail and delicate, her head tilted on her slender neck. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, making them look strangely elongated. Her brown eyes were almond-shaped. The hospital gown made her look washed-out.
"She had a physical examination and psych evaluation," Catherine continued to narrate as Gil flickered through photographs. "She is covered in bruises and on her hands there are first-degree burns. Everything is documented. The shrink said that when she arrived at the hospital, she was catatonic but she was…she was okay when I was there. She just seemed like a normal, little girl."
"Was she checked for sexual abuse?"
Grissom thought he had seen Catherine flinched at his words.
"Yes. I recovered fresh semen in her hair."
"Have Wendy compare it to the Mr Bailey's DNA and the sample I sent over which was taken from the child's bed covers."
Catherine paused as she had a sudden thought and her face seemed to cave in with disgust.
"Incest?"
"Maybe."
"How long have you been at the scene for now?"
Gil answered.
"You had a break?"
Gil nodded once.
"What you think happened?" Grissom stayed pensive faced, his eyes focusing on the grey tarmac of the road until Catherine interrupted his empty thoughts by saying his first name. He lethargically turned his head slowly.
"I don't really want to say until we have everything."
Catherine made a noise, a hybrid sound, a cross between a snort and a sigh.
They sat in silence.
"You should get back to your crime-scene." Catherine's voice was mild and soft.
"Is autopsy still backlogged?"
"Yeah. Pile-up on Boulder Highway. Robbins said he or David would call-." Catherine wiggled her hand to her purse and removed her ringing cell phone. She held up her phone and identified her caller. David.
"How do you know that?"
"Caller I.D. You don't have it?"
"No." Gil stepped out of the vehicle as Catherine answered her phone.
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