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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,782
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Currently Reading:
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Picking Up the Pieces
Picking Up the Pieces
Author: KhiDax
Rating: 21 for sexual violence and non-consensual sex!
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; unfortunately, more devious minds than I hold that rite. This is just for fun not for profit so please don’t sue!
Archive: If you want it just let me know so I can visit LOL
Dedication: AbyKitten and VividlyBlue you both know why :o)
Feedback: I’d really appreciate it especially with this one.
A male voice was screaming in Catherine’s nightmare and had done so for the last two weeks. Then she felt someone shaking her and heard her daughter Lindsey’s voice and realised the voice was screaming in reality as well.
“Wake up, mom!” Lindsey exclaimed tears in her voice, “Please, Uncle Gil needs you!”
“It’s okay, honey,” Catherine reassured her groggily, “I’m awake and I’m going.”
Lindsey dragged her mom from the room and to the door of the guest room where Gil Grissom had resided since leaving the hospital. “I’m not allowed in when he’s like this,” Lindsey reminded her. “You both told me, remember?”
Catherine nodded and opened the door to see the figure of Gil Grissom writhing about on the bed. He was thrashing his arms about, defending himself from some unseen attacker and it broke her heart to witness it. She closed the door quickly trying to hide as much of it as she could from her daughter, but who was she trying to kid? Lindsey knew someone had hurt Gil and hurt him badly. There was only so much you could keep hidden from an inquisitive ten-year-old and her daughter was smarter than most.
“Gil,” she called trying to wake him, “Gil, it’s all right, it’s Catherine. You’re safe, honey!”
Grissom bolted up right in the bed, gave a cry of pain and sank back on the pillows. He was sweating profusely and his face was tear stained. “Not again,” he whispered in a hoarse breath, “I can’t stay here like this Cath, it’s got to be scaring the hell out of you and Lindsey.” He looked into her eyes seeing her anxiety, “It’s certainly scaring the hell out of me. I can’t keep putting you both through this.”
They had had this argument almost every night since the attack and it wasn’t getting any easier, but she was determined he wasn’t going to go through this on his own. Lindsey had been horrified the first time he’d had a nightmare but the thought of him leaving when he was like this scared the little girl more than Grissom seemed to realise.
“You’re not going anywhere till you’re better, Gil, get that through your thick head and we’ll get on better,” Catherine told him angrily. “Lindsey won’t let you go till she knows you’re all right so lets not do this again.”
Grissom sighed, she always gave the same answer, but he knew it was hard on them. Harder still because Catherine was suffering from the same nightmares he was.
She climbed on the bed wrapping her arms around him. “Just go back to sleep, Gil,” she told him, “I’m not going anywhere and if it starts again I’ll wake you before it gets bad.”
It gave him some reassurance, but when would Catherine get the sleep she needed? She had done this every time he cried but wouldn’t let him do the same for her. Then he realised something that should have dawned on him before. Of course, she would spend timth Lth Lindsey who would probably hold her mom just as Catherine was holding him. He was glad Catherine had that little one to support her because right now he was useless.
As Grissom began to dose Catherine thought back to the night that had started all this. Was it only fifteen days ago? It seemed a lot longer.
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Grissom, Catherine and Sara arrived together in the younger woman’s Tahoe. It was a small bar off the strip that Grissom had been to on a number of occasions but this was the first time it had been work related.
“Two bodies in side,” Brass told them walking up to the night shift supervisor, “one male, one female. Third person, the bartender, is on his way to surgery as we speak,” he continued as they approached the open door, “one of my men is with him in case he says anything useful.”
Grissom nodded, rested his crime kit case on the sidewalk, and snapped on his latex gloves. He bent to put the cover over his shoes and saw Catherine and Sara perform the same routine. ‘Isn’t habit wonderful,’ he thought.
Entering the room Catherine went straight to the body of the young woman. “I’ll take this one,” she informed him. Grissom smiled, he often wondered just who the boss was. The others thought it was him but he wasn’t so sure, especially where Catherine was concerned.
“Sara, you take the other victim, I’ll check behind the bar,” he told the young brunette. She merely nodded and set about her work.
“I’ve got a man in the back checking out the store room just in case,” Brass shouted from the door way knowing better than to enter the actual crime scene, “he radioed all clear but hasn’t came out yet.”
Grissom smiled wryly and continued with his work.
The young police officer beside Sara suddenly made a dash for the door, “There goes another one,” she smirked. “When are we gonna get the guys with the cast iron stomach?” she asked. It seemed as if at every crime scene at least one of the uniformed boys lost his dinner when he viewed a victim, it was just getting beyond a joke.
The door swung closed behind the retreating figure and they all gave a collective sigh of relief, at least he had made it to the sidewalk and hadn’t contaminated anything.
They heard a door bang in back and all took it for granted that it was the other officer finally finished his sweep of the storage rooms, what they were not prepared for were the four young men who accoied ied him.
Grissom immediately dropped out of sight behind the bar and grabbed for his cell phone. Before he had even finished dialling one of the men had made it to the front door and locked it. The second pushed the officer into the centre of the room, bleeding profusely from what appeared to be fatal wound, and pointed his gun at Sara. “Now isn’t this cosy.”
“Brass,” a voice seemed to shout in Grissom’s ear.
“Jim, perps on the premises.” Grissom told him succinctly, “There are four. Three with guns and one with a knife.” He tried to stay calm as he gave Brass the details he’d need, “They’ve got Sara, Catherine and your man, he’s down possibly dying.”
“What the hell!” Brass’ anger was clear.
“Well now,” the chief perp almost sang. Grissom could hear the smile on his face without seeing it. “I’d say let’s party but we’ve only got these two pretty ladies and they’re really not my style.”
Catherine sighed, they hadn’t spotted Gil behind the bar. Maybe that would give them an edge? Her relief died at the man’s next words.
“Wait a minute?” he said looking around the room scrutinising everything. “Hey Jelko, I thought you said there was three of them?”
‘Damn,’ Catherine thought, ‘stay down Gil, don’t let them see you.’
The one named Jelko looked at his boss and nodded, “Counted three bodies coming through the door on the surveillance camera.”
“Well then, that person had better make themselves know thi this pretty little brunette here is going to sport a third eye.”
“No!” Sara exclaimed, “Stay down. Don’t do it for me!”
Catherine knew that it would do no good. Gil Grissom would not risk someone else’s life for him and she was right. She saw him stand up his hands in the air to show he was unarmed.
“I’m here,” Grissom answered, “you don’t need to hurt anyone.” Before standing he had placed his cell phone on the drain lying just out of sight of the others but it was still on and Brass could hear everything that was being said.
“Wow!” the man exclaimed, “Party! We have a third and a different gender, now things are going our way.”
“Hey wait a minute, Larky dude,” one of the others protested, “he’s an old man.”
Catherine could see a slight blush rise on Grissom’s face and almost smiled despite the situation. Gil Grissom was a lot of things but old was not one of them. Of course most of the perps looked to be in their early twenties so maybe someone in their late forties would seem old to them. How did kids get so screwed up and ruthless so young these days she wondered?
“Get yourself over here, old man,” Larky ordered, “let’s see just how old you really are.”
Reluctantly Grissom came out from behind the bar and made his way over to the man. He wasn’t sure why but these guys made him really nervous but they did. Far more than any others they had run into.
When he stopped in front of Larky, the younger man reached out and ripped open the front of Grissom’s shirt leaving him bare chested. Grissom staggered back from the force but Larky grabbed him and ran his hand over Grissom’s torso.
“Hey he may be older than our usual sport, but he’s smooth as a boy,” Larky grinned looking past the older man to his confederates. “Blondie,” he ordered turning toward Catherine, “get your cute little ass over here now.”
Catherine looked at Sara and then at Grissom, she wasn’t sure what was going on but she could take a good guess, and she didn’t like where it led. When the man beside Sara turned the gun toward Catherine she did as she was told and walked over.
“I want you to put on a little show for us,” Larky grinned then pointing at Grissom added, “strip him for me.”
Catherine gasped and saw a look of panic come over her bosses face. “And if I don’t?” she asked staring angrily at the man.
Larky chuckled, “The lady has some spunk.” He grabbed the front of her blouse and brought her within inches of him, “If you don’t, I shoot your friend over there and then we do it ourselves. Either way he gets naked.”
Voice shaking at the prospect of what was to come Grissom stated, “Just do it Cath, and get it over with. There’s no sense getting anyone hurt in the process.”
“No Griss!” Sara eimedimed, “You’re not doing this for my sake, I won’t let you!” She tried to struggle free of the man holding her.
“Dammit, Sara,” Catherine snapped back, “he’s trying to get us out of here alive.”
Listening on the other end of the cell phone Brass was rapidly firing out orders to those he had on the scene as well as sending others to alert the SWAT team that they had a serious hostage situation involving three of their own.
‘Dammit,’ he thought savagely, ‘how had things got so far out of hand so quickly?’
TBC…
Author: KhiDax
Rating: 21 for sexual violence and non-consensual sex!
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; unfortunately, more devious minds than I hold that rite. This is just for fun not for profit so please don’t sue!
Archive: If you want it just let me know so I can visit LOL
Dedication: AbyKitten and VividlyBlue you both know why :o)
Feedback: I’d really appreciate it especially with this one.
A male voice was screaming in Catherine’s nightmare and had done so for the last two weeks. Then she felt someone shaking her and heard her daughter Lindsey’s voice and realised the voice was screaming in reality as well.
“Wake up, mom!” Lindsey exclaimed tears in her voice, “Please, Uncle Gil needs you!”
“It’s okay, honey,” Catherine reassured her groggily, “I’m awake and I’m going.”
Lindsey dragged her mom from the room and to the door of the guest room where Gil Grissom had resided since leaving the hospital. “I’m not allowed in when he’s like this,” Lindsey reminded her. “You both told me, remember?”
Catherine nodded and opened the door to see the figure of Gil Grissom writhing about on the bed. He was thrashing his arms about, defending himself from some unseen attacker and it broke her heart to witness it. She closed the door quickly trying to hide as much of it as she could from her daughter, but who was she trying to kid? Lindsey knew someone had hurt Gil and hurt him badly. There was only so much you could keep hidden from an inquisitive ten-year-old and her daughter was smarter than most.
“Gil,” she called trying to wake him, “Gil, it’s all right, it’s Catherine. You’re safe, honey!”
Grissom bolted up right in the bed, gave a cry of pain and sank back on the pillows. He was sweating profusely and his face was tear stained. “Not again,” he whispered in a hoarse breath, “I can’t stay here like this Cath, it’s got to be scaring the hell out of you and Lindsey.” He looked into her eyes seeing her anxiety, “It’s certainly scaring the hell out of me. I can’t keep putting you both through this.”
They had had this argument almost every night since the attack and it wasn’t getting any easier, but she was determined he wasn’t going to go through this on his own. Lindsey had been horrified the first time he’d had a nightmare but the thought of him leaving when he was like this scared the little girl more than Grissom seemed to realise.
“You’re not going anywhere till you’re better, Gil, get that through your thick head and we’ll get on better,” Catherine told him angrily. “Lindsey won’t let you go till she knows you’re all right so lets not do this again.”
Grissom sighed, she always gave the same answer, but he knew it was hard on them. Harder still because Catherine was suffering from the same nightmares he was.
She climbed on the bed wrapping her arms around him. “Just go back to sleep, Gil,” she told him, “I’m not going anywhere and if it starts again I’ll wake you before it gets bad.”
It gave him some reassurance, but when would Catherine get the sleep she needed? She had done this every time he cried but wouldn’t let him do the same for her. Then he realised something that should have dawned on him before. Of course, she would spend timth Lth Lindsey who would probably hold her mom just as Catherine was holding him. He was glad Catherine had that little one to support her because right now he was useless.
As Grissom began to dose Catherine thought back to the night that had started all this. Was it only fifteen days ago? It seemed a lot longer.
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Grissom, Catherine and Sara arrived together in the younger woman’s Tahoe. It was a small bar off the strip that Grissom had been to on a number of occasions but this was the first time it had been work related.
“Two bodies in side,” Brass told them walking up to the night shift supervisor, “one male, one female. Third person, the bartender, is on his way to surgery as we speak,” he continued as they approached the open door, “one of my men is with him in case he says anything useful.”
Grissom nodded, rested his crime kit case on the sidewalk, and snapped on his latex gloves. He bent to put the cover over his shoes and saw Catherine and Sara perform the same routine. ‘Isn’t habit wonderful,’ he thought.
Entering the room Catherine went straight to the body of the young woman. “I’ll take this one,” she informed him. Grissom smiled, he often wondered just who the boss was. The others thought it was him but he wasn’t so sure, especially where Catherine was concerned.
“Sara, you take the other victim, I’ll check behind the bar,” he told the young brunette. She merely nodded and set about her work.
“I’ve got a man in the back checking out the store room just in case,” Brass shouted from the door way knowing better than to enter the actual crime scene, “he radioed all clear but hasn’t came out yet.”
Grissom smiled wryly and continued with his work.
The young police officer beside Sara suddenly made a dash for the door, “There goes another one,” she smirked. “When are we gonna get the guys with the cast iron stomach?” she asked. It seemed as if at every crime scene at least one of the uniformed boys lost his dinner when he viewed a victim, it was just getting beyond a joke.
The door swung closed behind the retreating figure and they all gave a collective sigh of relief, at least he had made it to the sidewalk and hadn’t contaminated anything.
They heard a door bang in back and all took it for granted that it was the other officer finally finished his sweep of the storage rooms, what they were not prepared for were the four young men who accoied ied him.
Grissom immediately dropped out of sight behind the bar and grabbed for his cell phone. Before he had even finished dialling one of the men had made it to the front door and locked it. The second pushed the officer into the centre of the room, bleeding profusely from what appeared to be fatal wound, and pointed his gun at Sara. “Now isn’t this cosy.”
“Brass,” a voice seemed to shout in Grissom’s ear.
“Jim, perps on the premises.” Grissom told him succinctly, “There are four. Three with guns and one with a knife.” He tried to stay calm as he gave Brass the details he’d need, “They’ve got Sara, Catherine and your man, he’s down possibly dying.”
“What the hell!” Brass’ anger was clear.
“Well now,” the chief perp almost sang. Grissom could hear the smile on his face without seeing it. “I’d say let’s party but we’ve only got these two pretty ladies and they’re really not my style.”
Catherine sighed, they hadn’t spotted Gil behind the bar. Maybe that would give them an edge? Her relief died at the man’s next words.
“Wait a minute?” he said looking around the room scrutinising everything. “Hey Jelko, I thought you said there was three of them?”
‘Damn,’ Catherine thought, ‘stay down Gil, don’t let them see you.’
The one named Jelko looked at his boss and nodded, “Counted three bodies coming through the door on the surveillance camera.”
“Well then, that person had better make themselves know thi this pretty little brunette here is going to sport a third eye.”
“No!” Sara exclaimed, “Stay down. Don’t do it for me!”
Catherine knew that it would do no good. Gil Grissom would not risk someone else’s life for him and she was right. She saw him stand up his hands in the air to show he was unarmed.
“I’m here,” Grissom answered, “you don’t need to hurt anyone.” Before standing he had placed his cell phone on the drain lying just out of sight of the others but it was still on and Brass could hear everything that was being said.
“Wow!” the man exclaimed, “Party! We have a third and a different gender, now things are going our way.”
“Hey wait a minute, Larky dude,” one of the others protested, “he’s an old man.”
Catherine could see a slight blush rise on Grissom’s face and almost smiled despite the situation. Gil Grissom was a lot of things but old was not one of them. Of course most of the perps looked to be in their early twenties so maybe someone in their late forties would seem old to them. How did kids get so screwed up and ruthless so young these days she wondered?
“Get yourself over here, old man,” Larky ordered, “let’s see just how old you really are.”
Reluctantly Grissom came out from behind the bar and made his way over to the man. He wasn’t sure why but these guys made him really nervous but they did. Far more than any others they had run into.
When he stopped in front of Larky, the younger man reached out and ripped open the front of Grissom’s shirt leaving him bare chested. Grissom staggered back from the force but Larky grabbed him and ran his hand over Grissom’s torso.
“Hey he may be older than our usual sport, but he’s smooth as a boy,” Larky grinned looking past the older man to his confederates. “Blondie,” he ordered turning toward Catherine, “get your cute little ass over here now.”
Catherine looked at Sara and then at Grissom, she wasn’t sure what was going on but she could take a good guess, and she didn’t like where it led. When the man beside Sara turned the gun toward Catherine she did as she was told and walked over.
“I want you to put on a little show for us,” Larky grinned then pointing at Grissom added, “strip him for me.”
Catherine gasped and saw a look of panic come over her bosses face. “And if I don’t?” she asked staring angrily at the man.
Larky chuckled, “The lady has some spunk.” He grabbed the front of her blouse and brought her within inches of him, “If you don’t, I shoot your friend over there and then we do it ourselves. Either way he gets naked.”
Voice shaking at the prospect of what was to come Grissom stated, “Just do it Cath, and get it over with. There’s no sense getting anyone hurt in the process.”
“No Griss!” Sara eimedimed, “You’re not doing this for my sake, I won’t let you!” She tried to struggle free of the man holding her.
“Dammit, Sara,” Catherine snapped back, “he’s trying to get us out of here alive.”
Listening on the other end of the cell phone Brass was rapidly firing out orders to those he had on the scene as well as sending others to alert the SWAT team that they had a serious hostage situation involving three of their own.
‘Dammit,’ he thought savagely, ‘how had things got so far out of hand so quickly?’
TBC…