Behind The Scenes
By: supercsi4
Chapter 22 – Double Cross
SARA:
Today we were investigating a woman found crucified in a church. I was in autopsy, gathering trace from the victim's body. The door opened and Grissom walked in. I didn't even have to look up, I knew it was him. He put on some gloves and approached the body to help me.
"Was there bougainvillea at the crime scene?" I ask him and he stops to think about it.
"Two shrubs at the entrance of the church. A row of four on the wall of the community center. Three bushes behind the rectory adjacent to the statue of St. Jude." I turned and smiled at him. Could he read my mind?
"Did you anticipate that question in order to impress me with your powers of observation?"
"Memory's a gift."
"Mmm. From whom?"
"Who do you think?"
"Well, I wouldn't necessarily call myself an atheist, but I am not sold on the notion of a higher power. However, I used to love the stories of the saints."
"This job certainly challenges your faith."
"Yes, it does, but I have science."
"I believe we need a little of both."
"Sometimes I think we made up God just to have someone to blame for our mistakes." Grissom is unusually quiet and doesn't answer me, he must be thinking hard about something. Then he quickly leaves the room.
"It's just a theory." As quickly as he left the room, he returns with a small wooden box in his hands. "Something I said?"
"No, dear." Did he just call me "dear" at work? I'm gonna kill him.
"I didn't offend you, did I? Did I say something offensive to you as a Catholic?"
"I'm not really a Catholic anymore, you know. I suppose I practice a kind of secular Catholicism that involves ritualizing certain aspects of everyday life and imbuing them with a spiritual intensity they might not otherwise possess, but I don't want to put too fine a point on it." He opens the wooden box and takes out rosary beads.
"And the rosary beads are a part of that."
"This belonged to my mother." He holds the beads up against the bruising around Jane Doe's neck and it matched.
"Take a look at this pattern." I lean in to look, picking up the camera and snapping photos of the beads and bruising.
"Five series of ten beads, each representing the 'five mysteries' separated by five 'our father' beads."
"Who would strangle someone with a rosary?"
"Probably the same person who would crucify someone in a church."
GRISSOM:
Today the team and I were forced to investigate the death of a woman found crucified in a church. Sara was in autopsy, gathering trace from the victim's body as I walked in to assist her.
"Was there bougainvillea at the crime scene?" she asked me and I stop to think about it.
"Two shrubs at the entrance of the church. A row of four on the wall of the community center. Three bushes behind the rectory adjacent to the statue of St. Jude." Impressed you, didn't I?
"Did you anticipate that question in order to impress me with your powers of observation?"
"Memory's a gift."
"Mmm. From whom?"
"Who do you think?"
"Well, I wouldn't necessarily call myself an atheist, but I am not sold on the notion of a higher power. However, I used to love the stories of the saints."
"This job certainly challenges your faith."
"Yes, it does, but I have science." Ah, Sara is always about the science.
"I believe we need a little of both."
"Sometimes I think we made up God just to have someone to blame for our mistakes." I'm caught up in my thoughts and realize something as I quickly leave the room to head to my office.
"It's just a theory." I heard her call out after me as I left the room. In my office, I open my desk drawer and pick up a small wooden box and head back to autopsy to show Sara.
"Something I said?"
"No, dear." Oops, I really didn't mean to say "dear" at work. She's gonna kill me.
"I didn't offend you, did I? Did I say something offensive to you as a Catholic?"
"I'm not really a Catholic anymore, you know. I suppose I practice a kind of secular Catholicism that involves ritualizing certain aspects of everyday life and imbuing them with a spiritual intensity they might not otherwise possess, but I don't want to put too fine a point on it." I open the wooden box and take out rosary beads.
"And the rosary beads are a part of that."
"This belonged to my mother." I hold the beads up against the bruising around Jane Doe's neck and it matched.
"Take a look at this pattern." Sara leans in to look. She picks up the camera and snaps photos of the beads and bruising. Could she really stand any closer to me? If only we weren't in the morgue in front of a dead body.
"Five series of ten beads, each representing the 'five mysteries' separated by five 'our father' beads."
"Who would strangle someone with a rosary?"
"Probably the same person who would crucify someone in a church."