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Realm of the Bizarre

Chapter 2

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A few hours had passed—and also had not passed and Catherine had herself convinced that she could control the flow of time with her mind. She had used it to her advantage twice already since when she first started playing with it in order to complete her forms on time. The second time she used it, and when she decided she really did have the ability, was when she was heating up a sandwich in the microwave. She simply shifted time forward two minutes and had met the microwave at the beep only a fraction of seconds after she'd put it on. The other time was when she'd been impatiently waiting for Nick to come back to the lab with evidence she needed to process. She'd decided not to wait at all.

Now the two of them were processing the knife together. "You think something weird is going on around here, Catherine?" He asked.

"No," she told him, slightly nervously. I can control the flow of time. Nothing weird about that.

"What!?" Nick asked her, shocked. "You can what?"

"I didn't say anything Nick," Catherine stated flatly. I didn't say that out loud, did I?

"You sure as hell did," Nick commented. "What's going on here... huh? What's all this about you controlling time?"

"I'm telling you Nick," she tried to explain again. "I didn't say anything."

"Right so I'm just reading your mind?"

You must be. By the expression on Nick's face Catherine could tell that was exactly what was happening. "Oh wow Nick, you really can!"

"I—I don't wanna be listening in people's heads," Nick complained childishly. "I've been hearing it all day, I guess I just didn't figure out what it was that was happening."

"Might as well embrace it," Catherine commented. "I know I would." Maybe if Warrick had been so lucky he wouldn't be... dead.

"Maybe," Nick agreed. "Maybe if this had happened to me a week ago..."

Maybe that could be arranged...

"You can't be serious," Nick said. "It's impossible to go back in time!"

"Ugh!" Catherine growled. "Am I never going to be able to think around you again?"

"Doesn't look like it," Nick teased back. "But, well... you're not serious are you. I mean, you can't really change time?"

"I can," Catherine stated, flatly. "Well, but I've only got minutes and seconds down. I'm not sure I could go back days... and what if it doesn't work?"

"It's worth a try," Nick said.

Anything's worth a try if it's for Warrick.

"I completely agree," Nick stated. Though he was sure Catherine had a bit more stake in it than he did.

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Riley was still working with Greg on the same case, though now they had regrouped at the lab. Riley had been playing with Greg's emotions more and more as the day had passed, and had decided that she was wrong before. She could control the emotions people were feeling just by thinking about what she wanted them to feel. It didn't just apply to Greg, and as she slowly started to realize, her ability was very powerful. She watched a dispatch officer walk out of the room in tears at her own doing.

Greg had had a few too many moments of De Ja Vu and had decided that there was something more to what was going on than met the eye. He had started to realize that he was having premenitions of a sort, of the future. Something that didn't startle him as much as it could have because he knew that his Nana Olaf had an affinity for the occult. Still, the scientist in him was mildly bothered by the fact that he was fairly certain he could read into the future of any person or object that he chose.

Something else that bothered him was this recurring vision of Riley meeting Warrick. He kept flashing to a time though he couldn't tell if it was before or after the present, where Riley and Warrick were standing face to face for the first time. Finally, he decided to ask her about it.

"Riley," Greg said, abruptly as they both looked up from the photographs they were sorting from the scene. "I know this is a pretty weird question, but did you ever meet Warrick?"

"No," Riley said, frowning and trying to force Greg's mood to be a little lighter. Thoughts of Warrick were always a sure way to turn anyone's mood gloomy. "I think I would have really liked him though. The way you all talk about him... he's really missed."

"He is," Greg agreed, feeling oddly content given the subject at hand. He was about to state how weird it was that his emotions were going haywire, when Riley interrupted him.

"Can I ask you a question," she said as though choosing her words carefully. Greg thought carefully and realized that he wouldn't have a direct answer for what she was about to ask. "It's sorta personal—well, to the team."

"Feel free to ask anything you want," Greg said, slowly. "But I can't promise I'll be able to give you a legitimate answer."

"How long has Catherine been in love with Warrick?" She blurted the question out, and then wore an expression that looked like a child who'd just gotten herself into trouble.

"What!?" Greg asked, more shocked by the question than he'd prepared himself for. "What makes you ask that?"

"Well she is," Riley pointed out. "That much is obvious. Just spend two minutes with her. It doesn't take an emotionally tuned freak to figure that one out."

"They've always been like that," Greg answered. Though, he'd only ever seen it as deep friendship until that very moment. "So I guess forever. You should have seen the way he looked at her..."

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The victim made a full recovery thanks to Grissom's aide. According to the EMT's who'd arrived on the scene his three GSW's and multiple lacerations were steady and wouldn't be causing him any trouble. By some miracle they expected him to be out of the hospital that evening. Grissom had bid David goodbye and made his way back to the lab where he'd found Sara in his office.

She had solved her own problem of situational amnesia. It wasn't that she couldn't remember walking or driving to the places she was, it was that she could in effect transport herself wherever she wanted to be just by thinking about the location. She was also starting to control being able to think about places without suddenly appearing there. She very deeply wanted to tell Grissom about her new ability but she didn't know how he'd react. As a scientist, it was almost paradoxical. It was impossible but it was happening.

"Can I tell you something without you thinking I'm completely crazy," he asked her suddenly. She simply nodded and allowed him to continue. "I think I'm a healer."

"You want to go to med school?" She asked, not understanding. "Of course I'll support you... but honestly I never thought you'd give up this job."

"No, I don't want to be a healer," Grissom stated, slowly. "I think I am a healer. Let me see that finger... the one you cut the other night when you were slicing vegetables."

"Okay," she said, even more confused than she had been a moment before.

She extended the hand to him, feeling a little gross. She was wearing a bandage over it but it was still a disgusting slice. She was fairly certain she'd cut to the bone, either way when she'd looked at it that morning it was red and yellow looking and well on its way to infection.

Sara watched as he removed the bandage and ran a finger gently over her cut, looking at it intently. Though she expected his touch to hurt it was quite the opposite, actually. After a slight tingling sensation the slow nagging pain that had been with her since the incident had vanished. She examined her finger and realized that there was no cut there at all anymore, just a small pink line of a scar to remind her that it had ever existed at all.

"I think I can take care of that too," he offered. "If you want... I didn't know."

"Wow," she said, feeling shocked though not quite so much as she would have if she hadn't discovered her own new ability. "No, leave the scar. For some reason I think I like it."

"So what do you think?" Grissom asked her. "How did this happen? And why?"

The only response she offered him was to move to the corner of the room and then after a few moments move outside the door, and walk back into his office. She slumped herself back down in the chair across form him and looked him in the eye. "Why does anything happen?"