Sweet Salvation
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
4,368
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Survival of the fittest
Chapter 26
Survival of the fittest
“Was there another murder?” Catherine asked and even though she was trying hard her voice was still trembling. I laid my hand down on her thigh just to reassure her that I was there for her no matter what. Catherine sent me a weak smile, which probably refld myd my own smile.
During the day at home with Lindsey we tried to be as happy as possible, but once we were at work the reality of this case hit hard. We didn’t seem to be going forward at all. There were no real clues as to where we could find the perp, no fingerprints, no fibres, no nothing.
“No, there wasn’t another murder,but there was an attempt. This time he chose two women who were prepared for him. One of the women is a security guard at one of the casinos on the strip.” Catherine sighed deeply while she let out the air that she was apparently holding in.
“Can Sara and I go to the scene, talk with the women?”
“Yeah, that was the plan, I have the address here, and Brass will go there with the two of you. Try to get as many details as you can. These women are so far all we got in terms of witnesses.”
Catherine nodded before she left the break room.
“Are you sure that you’re up for this?” I asked her while I fell into pace with her.
“Yeah, I’m sure don’t worry about me, honey.” Catherine said while she retrieved her bulletproof vest from her locker and waited for me to follow her. The ride to the new crime scene was silent. Both of us thinking our own thoughts.
~*~
We entered the house. Brass had agreed that we would be doing the questioning of the two victims. He would be there but we would lead.
The two women were seated in the living room. One was crying while the other was was comforting the blonde. A quick look at the place told me a couple of things: A gun was placed on the coffee table, apparently someone had made some coffee judging by the mugs on the table. An officer was placed by the door, which connected the hallway to the living room. He greeted us when we entered and stepped outside when Brass gave him a sign.
“Hi, I’m Catherine Willows, this is Sara Sidle my ‘partner’. We’re with the Las Vegas Crime Lab and that is Detective Jim Brass.” Catherine laid an emphasis on the word partner and both women looked up when they heard that word. “Can we ask you some questions, about the events that took place?” She asked before anyone could say anything else.
“Whose gun is that?” I asked in order to collect the gun and put it into an evidence bag.
“That’s mine, I’m a security guard at one of the Casinos down the strip. I brought it home with me because of this case.” The dark haired women said. “My name is Joan Armstrong, and this is Jenny Wells.”
“We were sored,red, I promised Jenny that I would keep her safe even if thaant ant that I would have to face the killer. This case just freaks us out. I placed the gun on my nightstand, we were in bed.”
“What happened then?” Catherine asked, encouraging Joan to continue.
“Jenny was sleeping, but I was still awake when I heard a noise down stairs. I heard the creaking of the wooden floor, something that you can only hear when someone is walking around. I woke Jenny up and told her to dial 911 and then I went downstairs.”
“I was so scared, I begged her to stay with me upstairs. But she insisted that she would go downstairs and show the creep who was the boss in this house.” Jenny broke in.
“Baby, I promised to keep you safe, and I really wasn’t waiting until that guy would appear in our room to kill us.” Joan said while she caressed Jenny’s cheek. “Don’t worry everything is alright now.”
I noticed the way that Catherine looked up at me. I knew why she looked at me like that, I would rather get myself killed then let anything happen to Cath or Linds. And she knew that I would have done the same. I placed my hand on Catherine’s shoulder reassuring her that I wasn’t going anywhere. She turned around and continued the questioning.
“So you went downstairs Joan, and Jenny called 911 and then what happened?”
“I walked down the stairs and looked around when I heard something in the kitchen, I moved closer to the kitchen which was full of dark shadows. Then I saw a man standing in the kitchen. His knife reflected the light of the moon and I pointed my gun at him. I told him to put down the knife. But he tried to get away. He fled towards the door and escaped to the back of the garden, where he tried to climb over the wall. I called out that I would shoot if he didn’t stop. He didn’t and I fired a shot at him. I think that I shot him, because he fell to the ground and had trouble getting up again. Somehow, hnagenaged to disappear between the trees. I didn’t follow him, ‘cos out there it’s totally dark, you can’t see a hand in front of your e” ”
“I turned on all the lights in the house and we waited here for the police to arrive, we were so scared.” Jenny said tears still flowing from her eyes.
Survival of the fittest
“Was there another murder?” Catherine asked and even though she was trying hard her voice was still trembling. I laid my hand down on her thigh just to reassure her that I was there for her no matter what. Catherine sent me a weak smile, which probably refld myd my own smile.
During the day at home with Lindsey we tried to be as happy as possible, but once we were at work the reality of this case hit hard. We didn’t seem to be going forward at all. There were no real clues as to where we could find the perp, no fingerprints, no fibres, no nothing.
“No, there wasn’t another murder,but there was an attempt. This time he chose two women who were prepared for him. One of the women is a security guard at one of the casinos on the strip.” Catherine sighed deeply while she let out the air that she was apparently holding in.
“Can Sara and I go to the scene, talk with the women?”
“Yeah, that was the plan, I have the address here, and Brass will go there with the two of you. Try to get as many details as you can. These women are so far all we got in terms of witnesses.”
Catherine nodded before she left the break room.
“Are you sure that you’re up for this?” I asked her while I fell into pace with her.
“Yeah, I’m sure don’t worry about me, honey.” Catherine said while she retrieved her bulletproof vest from her locker and waited for me to follow her. The ride to the new crime scene was silent. Both of us thinking our own thoughts.
~*~
We entered the house. Brass had agreed that we would be doing the questioning of the two victims. He would be there but we would lead.
The two women were seated in the living room. One was crying while the other was was comforting the blonde. A quick look at the place told me a couple of things: A gun was placed on the coffee table, apparently someone had made some coffee judging by the mugs on the table. An officer was placed by the door, which connected the hallway to the living room. He greeted us when we entered and stepped outside when Brass gave him a sign.
“Hi, I’m Catherine Willows, this is Sara Sidle my ‘partner’. We’re with the Las Vegas Crime Lab and that is Detective Jim Brass.” Catherine laid an emphasis on the word partner and both women looked up when they heard that word. “Can we ask you some questions, about the events that took place?” She asked before anyone could say anything else.
“Whose gun is that?” I asked in order to collect the gun and put it into an evidence bag.
“That’s mine, I’m a security guard at one of the Casinos down the strip. I brought it home with me because of this case.” The dark haired women said. “My name is Joan Armstrong, and this is Jenny Wells.”
“We were sored,red, I promised Jenny that I would keep her safe even if thaant ant that I would have to face the killer. This case just freaks us out. I placed the gun on my nightstand, we were in bed.”
“What happened then?” Catherine asked, encouraging Joan to continue.
“Jenny was sleeping, but I was still awake when I heard a noise down stairs. I heard the creaking of the wooden floor, something that you can only hear when someone is walking around. I woke Jenny up and told her to dial 911 and then I went downstairs.”
“I was so scared, I begged her to stay with me upstairs. But she insisted that she would go downstairs and show the creep who was the boss in this house.” Jenny broke in.
“Baby, I promised to keep you safe, and I really wasn’t waiting until that guy would appear in our room to kill us.” Joan said while she caressed Jenny’s cheek. “Don’t worry everything is alright now.”
I noticed the way that Catherine looked up at me. I knew why she looked at me like that, I would rather get myself killed then let anything happen to Cath or Linds. And she knew that I would have done the same. I placed my hand on Catherine’s shoulder reassuring her that I wasn’t going anywhere. She turned around and continued the questioning.
“So you went downstairs Joan, and Jenny called 911 and then what happened?”
“I walked down the stairs and looked around when I heard something in the kitchen, I moved closer to the kitchen which was full of dark shadows. Then I saw a man standing in the kitchen. His knife reflected the light of the moon and I pointed my gun at him. I told him to put down the knife. But he tried to get away. He fled towards the door and escaped to the back of the garden, where he tried to climb over the wall. I called out that I would shoot if he didn’t stop. He didn’t and I fired a shot at him. I think that I shot him, because he fell to the ground and had trouble getting up again. Somehow, hnagenaged to disappear between the trees. I didn’t follow him, ‘cos out there it’s totally dark, you can’t see a hand in front of your e” ”
“I turned on all the lights in the house and we waited here for the police to arrive, we were so scared.” Jenny said tears still flowing from her eyes.