Sweet Salvation
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
4,364
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Another murder
Chapter 21
Another murder
The phone rang and I picked it up while I was pushing Catherine away who was still kissing me. “Stop it.” I whispered.
“Hi Grissom.” I answered when I heard his questioning voice on the other side of the line.
“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” He asked.
“You, nope never, let me guess another murder?”
Catherine’s face dropped the minute that she heard the word murder. I knew that the mood was killed so it didn’t matter whether we would go to work or not. Otherwise we would probably sit on the couch and watch some lame television program until we had to go into work.
“We’ll be there in twenty minutes.” I answered Grissom’s question before I hung up the phone.
Minutes later we were in the car; the air was thick and no one had said a word since we had got there. I watched Catherine as I turned off the engine, her hands were resting on her legs. As she stared out of the window; I reached my hand out to her and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear, and gave her a reassuring stroke on her cheek. “We’ll be fine.”
She turned and looked at me. “Yeah, I know we will.”
~*~
I handed Catherine a mug of coffee as Grissom entered the break room. “Oh good, you’re here.” He said with a soft voice, while he rubbed his temple.
“Migraine?” Catherine asked him and he nodded in silent response.
“Yeah, I didn’t sleep much. Anyway, here is the address of the victims. Brass is already there and has the scene secured.
“This case is taking it’s toll on everyone. I’ll be glad when we catch the bastard.”
“We’ll process the scene a.s.a.p.” I followed Catherine and we grabbed our kits before we headed to the scene.
~*~
“So, here we go again.” Catherine said with a weak smile as we passed the yellow crime scene tape.
Brass greeted us and we could see that he wasn’t too happy to see us. But lately that was normal, we didn’t care. He had no problem with us when it was just one of us. He didn’t know how to act when we were together on a case, especially this case.
“The scene is up the stairs, first door on the right, is has been secured. No one touched the bodies.”
We’d moved closer to the door when Brass called our names.
“This scene is worse than the last one.” He said, “Are you two sure that you can handle it? I can call Grissom and ask him to send Nick and Warrick.”
“No, we can manage.” Catherine reassured Brass before she entered the house.
~*~
Thene ene was worse than the last. Again two women, one tied to the chair and one on the bed. But this time the woman on the bed apparently wasn’t dead when the killer left them. She had crawled towards her girlfriend and died on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching out towards her girlfriend. It was painful to see someone suffering like that and still thinking about someone else. It was hard to breathe, and tears stung behind my eyes. I knew that Catherine was feeling the same. Her grip on my arm had tightened the moment she saw the scene.
Another murder
The phone rang and I picked it up while I was pushing Catherine away who was still kissing me. “Stop it.” I whispered.
“Hi Grissom.” I answered when I heard his questioning voice on the other side of the line.
“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” He asked.
“You, nope never, let me guess another murder?”
Catherine’s face dropped the minute that she heard the word murder. I knew that the mood was killed so it didn’t matter whether we would go to work or not. Otherwise we would probably sit on the couch and watch some lame television program until we had to go into work.
“We’ll be there in twenty minutes.” I answered Grissom’s question before I hung up the phone.
Minutes later we were in the car; the air was thick and no one had said a word since we had got there. I watched Catherine as I turned off the engine, her hands were resting on her legs. As she stared out of the window; I reached my hand out to her and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear, and gave her a reassuring stroke on her cheek. “We’ll be fine.”
She turned and looked at me. “Yeah, I know we will.”
~*~
I handed Catherine a mug of coffee as Grissom entered the break room. “Oh good, you’re here.” He said with a soft voice, while he rubbed his temple.
“Migraine?” Catherine asked him and he nodded in silent response.
“Yeah, I didn’t sleep much. Anyway, here is the address of the victims. Brass is already there and has the scene secured.
“This case is taking it’s toll on everyone. I’ll be glad when we catch the bastard.”
“We’ll process the scene a.s.a.p.” I followed Catherine and we grabbed our kits before we headed to the scene.
~*~
“So, here we go again.” Catherine said with a weak smile as we passed the yellow crime scene tape.
Brass greeted us and we could see that he wasn’t too happy to see us. But lately that was normal, we didn’t care. He had no problem with us when it was just one of us. He didn’t know how to act when we were together on a case, especially this case.
“The scene is up the stairs, first door on the right, is has been secured. No one touched the bodies.”
We’d moved closer to the door when Brass called our names.
“This scene is worse than the last one.” He said, “Are you two sure that you can handle it? I can call Grissom and ask him to send Nick and Warrick.”
“No, we can manage.” Catherine reassured Brass before she entered the house.
~*~
Thene ene was worse than the last. Again two women, one tied to the chair and one on the bed. But this time the woman on the bed apparently wasn’t dead when the killer left them. She had crawled towards her girlfriend and died on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching out towards her girlfriend. It was painful to see someone suffering like that and still thinking about someone else. It was hard to breathe, and tears stung behind my eyes. I knew that Catherine was feeling the same. Her grip on my arm had tightened the moment she saw the scene.