Author Notes: Hey, me again. Here's the latest chapter. this one is a bit more angsty for those of you with a dark side, like me! Anywho enjoy, don't, whatever you feel like just let me know. xx
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Which is a shame because I have soooo many ideas. (Wink Wink)
Catherine walked up her driveway, rummaging through her purse, in search of her keys. By the time she found them she was already at her doorstep. As she looked up she found that the door was already unlocked and slightly ajar. She instantly started to panic; it was 10 o'clock in the morning Lindsey should be at school. With an air of caution and her hand placed carefully over her gun, she slowly pushed open the door and made her way inside, taking care not to make any noise as she did so.
Taking slow and steady steps she headed towards her living room. As she progressed through the house she took notice of everything around her, nothing was disturbed or out of place. As she finally reached the living room and turned to face the middle of the room, she relaxed instantly as her eyes met with Eddie sat on the sofa.
"Oh, Thank God it's you Eddie!" Her relief was met with silence. "Are you okay, what are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd surprise you." Eddies voice was flat and Catherine sensed that something wasn't right.
"While I was waiting your buddy Gil called, he wanted to make sure you were alright."
His voice had become much darker and harsher. His tone alerted Catherine and she suddenly noticed the half empty bottle of tequila next to the sofa where Eddie was sitting. Her mind went into overdrive; Eddie had always hated Gil and resented her friendship with him. She knew that he would be furious with her for just talking to him and she panicked at the thought of what Eddie might have heard Gil say about their conversation the night before. Her basic instincts caused her hand to reach for her gun. Before her hand had reached the holster on her hip Eddie was there and he grabbed her wrist sharply. In one swift movement he pushed her back toward the wall with a tremendous deal of force. The sheer power of the shove caused Catherine to trip over her own feet in a desperate attempt to remain upright.
They slammed into the wall, with a deafening crunch. Eddie quickly grabbed both of Catherine's wrists, one in each hand and pinned them awkwardly against the wall behind her, one either side of her head. Catherine could smell the strong odour of alcohol on her ex-husbands breath as he crushed her against the wall. Even though he was drunk he was still extremely strong and had no difficulty holding her in place.
"What the hell is going on?!" he spat at her. "Why did you tell him about us?"
Catherine's fears were confirmed and her wrists were beginning to hurt but she was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her afraid, so she fought to keep her emotions under control. She knew from experience what was coming and knew she had to try and reason with him to calm him down.
"I just thought he should know so it didn't stir up any trouble at work because of the rape allegations against you. I was just…"
"LIAR!" Roared Eddie, and before she could object, his hand was raised and brought down with vicious force; Catherine felt her cheek stinging from where his hand had just made contact. In the past she would have just kept quiet and taken it, hoping that it would soon be out of his system but this time something was different, something inside of her snapped. In the past she hadn't known any better. But now she'd lived a successful life without out him, she had a career and a life and a wonderful daughter. From these thoughts sprang a sudden rush of adrenalin that washed over her and suddenly Catherine found the strength to fight back.
She carefully balanced herself and swung her leg sharply. With one strategically placed kick she managed to weaken him enough so that he let go of her wrists. She immediately grabbed her gun and pointed it at Eddie, her finger shakily placed on the trigger. The drunkard backed away instantly; he didn't know what to do when a woman fought back. With the gun still aimed at his head Catherine edged towards the doorway not daring to change her aim. The second she was out the door she ran to the Denali, her hand still firmly holding the gun. She slammed the car door shut and rammed it into reverse before rapidly swinging out of the driveway. Her tyres screeching as she sped off.
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As she drove along, Catherine could feel her emotions building up. But rather than the fear and sadness she was expecting, she found herself being consumed with anger. What on earth made her go back to him, did she really think that he had changed. As she grew more and more angry at herself for being so stupid, Catherine realised that she shouldn't be mad at herself but at him.
"How dare he?!" She smacked the steering wheel in intense frustration. Her normally dazzling eyes filled with tears not because she was upset or in pain but because she was simply livid.
He had not right to hit her, and most definitely not across the face. The anger continued to intensify, and by now she was furious.
The more she ranted to herself the faster she found herself driving until eventually she realised that she was miles away from anywhere familiar. In the midst of her anger she had completely forgotten to pay attention to where she was heading or how long she had been driving. As she finally began to calm down enough to impose some form of logic and rationality into her train of though, she realised that she couldn't just drive around all day and that she needed to go somewhere specific.
She carefully weighed up the options, desperate to do anything that would distract her from the idea of spinning the car around and hunting down Eddie so that she could shoot him, repeatedly! She consider going to Gil's but decided against it as things were a little awkward between them since the conversation last night, not to mention the fact that he would blame himself for the hand shaped mark that was burning into the side of her face, she couldn't bear the thought of Gil feeling guilty.
After much consideration, during which she eliminated the possibility of going back to her house, just in case, Catherine came to the conclusion that the best place for her to go would be work. That way she could sneak in to the bathroom and attempt to cover up the still painful reminder of the mornings events. Besides the mounds of paperwork would help keep her mind off the murder she desperately wanted to commit.
With her mind made up Catherine quickly turned the car around and headed back towards central Vegas, trying desperately to come up with some sort of excuse for her unnecessary presence at work.