Title: Distorted
Disclaimer: I do not own anything
Rating: T
Summary: A series of attacks verify that a killer is on the prowl,
and eagerly hunting for his next victim. (GC) Grillows
Chapter 3
"It's all her blood." Wendy reported "which isn't a surprise considering she was stabbed repeatedly."
Gil nodded as Catherine entered the room. "What about the fingernail scrapings?"
"The skin that was taken from her fingernails is not our victims or the husbands." Wendy paused "And there were no hits in the DNA database."
"So the DNA Evidence we have is a dead end?"
"Not necessarily." Catherine spoke up "I have a sample we can compare it to from a case that Warrick worked a few months back, same m.o., if we can get a confirmed match between the two we might get ahead."
Gil nodded and turned to Wendy as Catherine handed off the sample "Let me know as soon as the results come back."
Catherine followed after Gil as he headed out of the room.
"I hear our suspect was rushed to the hospital?" Catherine inquired.
Gil nodded "He had a seizure, while Brass and I were questioning him."
"A seizure?" Catherine repeated "Is he…" she began
"GHB;" He cut her off as he read from the file he held in his hand "A substantial amount of the GHB, was found in his system."
"The date rape drug;" she commented "That would explain why he slept through the attack."
Gil nodded taking a seat at his desk "And why he doesn't remember anything."
"Donovan Baker." She told him. "He had a seizure, and it was found that GHB was in his system."
"And he is?" Gil was confused
"The case I was telling you about. The cases are clearly related, the last know attack was a few months ago. Same situation, the husband was drugged; the wife was assaulted and left for dead, except she survived."
"Was there a suspect?"
"None, other then the husband who was cleared shortly after; the wife" she looked down "Amy. Left Vegas after the marriage fell apart. I have Brass looking for the husband. In fact." She looked at her pager as it began to vibrate. "Speak of the devil."
Brass, Catherine and Gil made their way up the front porch of Donovan Baker's one bedroom home, knocked and waited for a response.
"Who is it?" A voice boomed from the opposite side of the door
"Mr. Baker?" Brass began "Las Vegas Police Department."
"What do you want?" the voice sounded again
"I wanted to talk to you about your wife." Brass replied
There was a brief period of silence before the front door opened. "My ex-wife;" Donovan corrected him. "I don't know where she is, I haven't heard from her since she moved last month."
"Mr. Baker." Gil began "I was wondering if we could talk to you about the night your ." he paused " about the night of the attack."
Donovan shrugged "I still don't remember anything. The doctor said I was drugged. I keep trying to remember. I close my eyes and I try but it doesn't work. I read that with the type of drug I was given I may never remember anything."
"You don't know of anyone that might want to hurt you or your ex?" Gil asked
"No, it's like I told the last guy that was here. " I don't know why this happened to us, I don't know who would think of doing something so horrific. I don't know. All I don know is that my marriage and my life ended that night, and I will never be the same. I don't know why I you are making me go through this again. I.." he paused " Did this happen to someone else?"
Gil looked over at Catherine
"We have reason to believe the person responsible for your attack has attacked someone else."
Donovan didn't respond
"If at any time you happen to remember anything, anything at all, would you give me a call?" Gil handed him his card.
Donovan nodded "I can't promise anything." He replied stepping back into his house.
"Well." Brass turned to Gil and Catherine "We are no farther along then we were before."
Gil nodded as he and Catherine headed toward their vehicle.
"I'll see you two later." Brass added getting in his vehicle
Gil climbed in the drivers seat and froze
"Gil?" Catherine pulled on her seat belt "You okay?"
"I couldn't imagine." Gil ignored her question
"Imagine what?" she asked
"How guilty he must be feeling. Knowing that his wife was reaching for him, screaming his name, screaming for him to help her and he couldn't. He couldn't help her."
"Bad things happen to good people and no one knows why." Catherine concluded
"I wouldn't be able to handle it." He looked over at her "If something happened to you."
Catherine sighed and leaned toward him "I'm not going anywhere."
"Good." He smiled kissing her
"You want to get out of here?" she smiled "Just for a few hours, we could both use the rest."
Gil nodded "Yeah, that's a good idea."
"Mom?" Catherine called as she pushed through the front door.
"Kitchen!" she replied looking up at the clock on the wall
"Hey." Catherine appeared in the kitchen "You're still here."
"Not for long" Lily smiled "I have an appointment at nine."
"Sorry." Catherine instantly remembered "Where was my head."
Lily didn't reply
"Gil!" she smiled as she noticed Gil standing in the doorway "Don't be shy."
Gil smiled and made his way into the kitchen "It's nice to see you."
"And you as well." He smiled hugging her
"Well this is nice." Lily turned back to her daughter "it's not very often I see you in the morning."
"It's not something you should get used to; I'm just tired; we have to go back in a few hours."
"And you came to tuck her in?" Lily looked over at Gil and winked
Catherine shook her head "Mom!"
Lily smiled "I'll be back for Lindsey when she gets home from school." She smiled kissing her daughter "I'll see you later. Oh." She pointed "I changed the jug on your water cooler."
"I don't know why she does that." Catherine walked over and filled her glass. "She's going to put out her back."
Gil smiled as her wrapped his arms around Catherine's waist "She's stubborn." He whispered "Now I know where you get it from."
"Keep it up." She smiled turning to him "You'll be sleeping on the couch."
Gil leaned forward pressed his lips against hers and reached for the glass she was holding. "Hey." Catherine slapped his arm as he pulled away and quickly emptied her glass.
"Very refreshing;" Gil smiled taking her hand in his and pulling her toward the bedroom.
"You know we have to sleep Gil. We..." she began only to have his lips crash down on hers.
"Gil." She turned her head giving him access to her neck. "If you keep this up we are still going to be tired when we go back to work, which would defeat the purpose on coming home to get some rest."
Gil didn't respond with words, instead he found her lips once more and deepened the kiss.
Seconds later he pulled away leaving Catherine breathless. He kept his eyes on her as he slipped off his shoes and clothes and climbed in bed.
"You always do that to me." She exhaled taking note of the smirk on his face. "One of these days" she smiled at him as she turned toward the bathroom. "One of these days;"
Gil smiled to himself and waited for Catherine to come out of the bathroom. "So…" He began "Things are going good with Lindsey?"
"Yeah;" Catherine replied through the bathroom door. "She's doing so well in school; she's making the right choices when it comes to boys."
"Boys?" Gil joked "Am I going to have to beat anyone up?"
Catherine smiled to herself "Not yet. But I'll let you know." She paused; "I think we should tell her about us." She paused to wash her face "I've been talking to her about the possibility of you and I, but I haven't really told her that we are together. I didn't know how you felt about it, since we haven't told anyone."
Catherine dried her face "Gil?" she called, when he didn't respond. "Grissom?" she called again walking out of the bathroom.
"Asleep." She smiled as she climbed in bed with him.
Catherine awoke to the sound of her alarm clock.
"Shit!" she quickly sat up "My god." She sighed looking at the time.
The clock read that it was ten thirty am, she reached over to switch it off and flopped backward in bed.
She looked next to her to notice Gil hadn't budged, she didn't think much of him not waking up, but she couldn't remember setting the alarm clock.
Catherine sat up again; her room was dark even though it was daylight outside, the shades had been drawn, something else she didn't recall doing.
Catherine looked over at Gil, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Deciding not to wake him she slowly climbed out of bed and headed toward her bathroom, she quietly closed the door, and switched on the light; she filled a glass with water, took a few sips and dumped the rest in the sink.
She took one more look at her reflection in the mirror, turned off the bathroom light and opened the door.
"Hello beautiful." An unknown voice boomed from the masked man in front of her.
Before she could scream he had grabbed the back of her head with one hand and pressed his other firmly across her mouth, he pushed her backward in to the dark bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
TBC