Disclaimer: not mine cuz I would have had the dna test done ages ago
Spoilers: unlikely
Lindsey knew that her mother wouldn’t approve of the party so she didn’t even bother to mention it to her. Odds were her mom would be working that night anyway so it would be easy enough to sneak out and go. She’d have a great time, be back before her mom got off and no one would be the wiser. This was the one advantage of her mom working nights. It never interfered with Lindsey’s social life. She was the envy of all her friends, able to go to late night parties and to go out with the high school boys. This was a big advantage to her mom working nights. The guys that she could see. She knew her mom would never approve of them so mom not being home at night made it easier to sneak out and see them.
The party was out in Henderson on a Friday night and almost everyone was going to be there. Lindsey made arrangements to catch a ride with some guy named Barry, a junior with a brand new cherry red mustang. She told him to meet her at the end of the street so that no one would see whom she left with. Barry was tall and lanky with long brown hair and eyes that reminded Lindsey of her dad. It didn’t hurt that Barry was also the drummer in a garage band. And that he was constantly in detention (oh, bad boy!). Or that he had a smile that went on for miles. Yeah, he reminded her of her father in so many ways. The fact that if her mother knew about him and how like Eddie he was made him even hotter to Lindsey. Barry made sure Lindsey was buckled in before he took off. Neither one really said a word during the drive over, instead they listened to the CD Barry had playing in his stereo. Barry made one quick stop at a liquor store. One of his friend’s dad owned the store and he knew he could get some beer without any hassle. Quick stop—in, out. No questions asked.
They parked as close to the party as they could. There were at least three dozen other cars parked along the street. Barry shut the engine off, climbed out and walked around to open the door for Lindsey, grabbing the beer after she was out. They walked hand in hand to the house at the end of the street, listening to the music that was blaring from somewhere on the property.
The party was in full swing when they arrived. Lindsey decided she needed to make up for lost time and quickly downed several beers before leaving Barry with his band buddies and heading out to the pool. It was abnormally hot for this time of night and Linds thought she might take a dip. The pool was full of other drunken, horny teens, some in their clothes and some choosing to go skinny dipping. The latter was obviously much more fun so Linds stripped her clothes off and jumped in.
Meanwhile, Barry and his friends had pulled out some instruments and started a jam session. Linds could hear the music coming from inside and decide that she should go in and watch her sexy drummer guy, make sure none of the skanks made a move on him. She threw on her shirt and panties and made her way inside.
Detective Vartan arrived on the scene after the department received several calls from the neighbors about the noise. As the rolled up on the scene they saw teens scattering in every direction, dropping bottles and other party paraphernalia as they ran. “Typical,” said Vartan as they exited the cars and approached the residence. “Ten’ll give you twenty that the parents are gone,” said Officer Robbins. Vartan knocked at the door but there was no answer, most likely due to the fact that the music was blaringly loud and their knock was unheard. Vartan sent Robbins and two other officers around to the back of the house, then opened the door and walked in. What they saw was the typical “parent’s left town so let’s have a party scene.” Drunk and high teens stared at the officers knowing it was too late to bale and hoping that there was some way they could get out of there without their parents being called. Vartan divided up the remaining officers and they proceeded to go thru the house shutting down the party.
Vartan, following the music, walked towards the back of the house and into the large family room where he found the source of the music. A group of boys who thought they were the next Def Leppard. Vartan smirked, the only thing these boys had in common with them was the volume of their music. The rest of the room was filled with teen girls, each looking to get a piece of the band. One girl, however, stood out over the others. A small blonde, wearing just a shirt and panties. She was standing by one of the boys in the band and Vartan immediately recognized her as the daughter of one of the csi’s. She looked just like her mother----only younger. And she was completely hammered. She looked in his direction and panic hit her as he walked towards her. Lindsey Willows knew she was so busted!!! He pulled out his phone to make a call to Lindsey’s mother, but, before he could, he was called to the pool area by one of the officers on the scene. The body of one of the partiers floated silently in the now still pool. Vartan called it in and went back inside to make sure the young Miss Willows was still there.
Nick and Grissom were sitting in the breakroom when the call from Vartan came in. Grissom had been trying to keep Nick out of the field in order to allow him time to recover from being buried alive. Nick’s physical wounds had healed quickly, it was the emotional damage that worried Grissom. Nick was a great csi and a good friend and Grissom was afraid that sending him out into the field too soon would cause more harm than good. However, everyone else was out on assignments so Grissom took Nick with him. A floater at a teen party was generally an easy case to solve, Nick would basically be there as support and to bag evidence.
Officer Robbins greeted them when the arrived and escorted them to the pool area so they could begin processing the scene. He took Grissom to the side and told him Vartan wanted to speak to him before he got started. Grissom looked to Nick and told him to go ahead without him while he went to find Vartan.
Vartan saw Grissom heading towards him and went to greet him at the sliding glass doors. It would probably be better for Grissom to call Willows since they were co-workers. Vartan Look Grissom there's something you may want to take care of yourself, one of the party goers is Willows daughter.
Grissom, Thanks Det. have you taken her statement yet?
Vartan they're being questioned at this moment.
About then Nick comes in
Oh man Gris you are not going to belive this one of the kids I was taking a DNA sample from…
Grissom, I know Nick its Lindsey. I'll take care of her you just finish processing the scene.
Grissom walked thru the door and over to where Nick said Lindsey was sitting. He couldn’t believe what he saw, it was like déjà vu. There sat Lindsey, barely dressed, eyes vacant and glassy due to the alcohol. The site of her nearly broke his heart. He knew how hard Catherine had worked to provide for Lindsey so that she wouldn’t have to go thru the things she had gone thru. He knew how much she worried that Lindsey would turn out just like her. And, now he knew why.
“Lindsey?”
“Um, hello Uncle Gil.” She looked cautiously at him, not sure what he was going to do. “Mom too busy to come herself?”
“C’mon, Lindsey, let’s go.” Gil took her hand and helped her stand, then wrapped his arm around her for support as they walked out to the Denali. He helped her into the vehicle, making sure she buckled herself in before closing the door.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Gil unsure whether he should say anything and Lindsey afraid of what he would say. The deafening silence was unbearable and Lindsey was the first to cave.
“I, uh, never did this before. I swear.”
Gil cut her off, “Lindsey, lying isn’t going to help the situation.”
“But I…”
“I’ll have you processed back at the lab, then I’ll take you to my office for your statement. That should give you enough time to sober up before we call your mother.”
“OK,” she replied, meekly.
“Linds, I know you don’t want a lecture and right now it wouldn’t do any good so I’m not giving you one.”
“Thanks, Uncle Gil.”
“But, Lindsey, promise me you’ll never do this again.”
She didn’t answer, choosing instead to look out the window.
Gil laughed softly, “Just like your mother.” Lindsey glared at him, then turned back to the window hoping he’d get the message. The rest of the ride was in silence.
Grissom needed to process Lindsey but all the female csi’s were in the field. He searched the lab until he saw Jacqui DeFranco. He knew the fingerprint specialist was a friend of Catherine’s and that she would be discreet about the whole incident. She had been with the department for years and, while not a csi, knew the procedures for processing someone. Most importantly, Grissom trusted her with Lindsey. While she was being processed Grissom went in search of a small jumpsuit so she wouldn’t be walking around half-naked. Again he was reminded of the times Catherine had come to him after Eddie had beat her. Always in her nightclothes, often high, bruised and swollen. He’d let her in, help her clean the wounds, then send her off for a shower while he rummaged thru his drawers to find her something clean to wear when she was done. And, now, he would do the same for Lindsey.
Jacqui had finished processing Lindsey, putting the last bin in a box to be taken to the lab techs for analysis. She looked at the young girl and grinned. Lindsey smiled back, surprised.
“You know, when I was your age, I was busted at the skating rink by my best friend’s mom. She caught me drunk and making out with a guy who was 9 years older than me. It’s funny now, but back then, I was so pissed off and horrified. I knew her mom would tell my mom and that would be the end of my relationship with the boy and the end of my social life for the next 30 years. I promise you, when you tell your mom, it won’t be as bad as you think. Just remember, she loves you and would do anything for you.”
Lindsey realized she was getting a lecture, “Whatever.”
“Suit yourself. C’mon, I’ll take you to the locker room and you can clean up before your mom gets here.”
The walked to the locker room and found Grissom was waiting for them, jumpsuit in hand.
“Here, this is for you. Jacqui, you’ll stay with her?” She nodded affirmatively. “Thanks. When you’re done bring her to my office and we’ll wait for Catherine there. I need to call her and let her know Lindsey is here.” With that Gil left them and headed back to his office. He’d put off the call as long as he possibly could.
When he entered his office he closed the door behind him. He knew this was not going to go over well and he wanted as much privacy as possible during this call. He dialed Catherine’s cell. Two rings. Three rings.
“Willows.”
“Catherine, I need you to come back to the lab.”
“And I need to finish processing this crime scene so I can be home before Lindsey goes to school.”
“Warrick’s on his way. I’ll see you in 20 minutes.” Damn, now he’d have to pull Warrick off his case in order to keep from lying to Catherine.
“Damn it, Gil!” Catherine was getting a little ticked off. She had work to do and she didn’t need to take a break.
“Catherine, now.”
“Gil Grissom, do not use that tone with me.”
“Catherine,” this time he spoke softly, “I wouldn’t be calling you back unless it was important. Please.”
“Fine. I’m on my way.”
tbc
Spoilers: unlikely
Lindsey knew that her mother wouldn’t approve of the party so she didn’t even bother to mention it to her. Odds were her mom would be working that night anyway so it would be easy enough to sneak out and go. She’d have a great time, be back before her mom got off and no one would be the wiser. This was the one advantage of her mom working nights. It never interfered with Lindsey’s social life. She was the envy of all her friends, able to go to late night parties and to go out with the high school boys. This was a big advantage to her mom working nights. The guys that she could see. She knew her mom would never approve of them so mom not being home at night made it easier to sneak out and see them.
The party was out in Henderson on a Friday night and almost everyone was going to be there. Lindsey made arrangements to catch a ride with some guy named Barry, a junior with a brand new cherry red mustang. She told him to meet her at the end of the street so that no one would see whom she left with. Barry was tall and lanky with long brown hair and eyes that reminded Lindsey of her dad. It didn’t hurt that Barry was also the drummer in a garage band. And that he was constantly in detention (oh, bad boy!). Or that he had a smile that went on for miles. Yeah, he reminded her of her father in so many ways. The fact that if her mother knew about him and how like Eddie he was made him even hotter to Lindsey. Barry made sure Lindsey was buckled in before he took off. Neither one really said a word during the drive over, instead they listened to the CD Barry had playing in his stereo. Barry made one quick stop at a liquor store. One of his friend’s dad owned the store and he knew he could get some beer without any hassle. Quick stop—in, out. No questions asked.
They parked as close to the party as they could. There were at least three dozen other cars parked along the street. Barry shut the engine off, climbed out and walked around to open the door for Lindsey, grabbing the beer after she was out. They walked hand in hand to the house at the end of the street, listening to the music that was blaring from somewhere on the property.
The party was in full swing when they arrived. Lindsey decided she needed to make up for lost time and quickly downed several beers before leaving Barry with his band buddies and heading out to the pool. It was abnormally hot for this time of night and Linds thought she might take a dip. The pool was full of other drunken, horny teens, some in their clothes and some choosing to go skinny dipping. The latter was obviously much more fun so Linds stripped her clothes off and jumped in.
Meanwhile, Barry and his friends had pulled out some instruments and started a jam session. Linds could hear the music coming from inside and decide that she should go in and watch her sexy drummer guy, make sure none of the skanks made a move on him. She threw on her shirt and panties and made her way inside.
Detective Vartan arrived on the scene after the department received several calls from the neighbors about the noise. As the rolled up on the scene they saw teens scattering in every direction, dropping bottles and other party paraphernalia as they ran. “Typical,” said Vartan as they exited the cars and approached the residence. “Ten’ll give you twenty that the parents are gone,” said Officer Robbins. Vartan knocked at the door but there was no answer, most likely due to the fact that the music was blaringly loud and their knock was unheard. Vartan sent Robbins and two other officers around to the back of the house, then opened the door and walked in. What they saw was the typical “parent’s left town so let’s have a party scene.” Drunk and high teens stared at the officers knowing it was too late to bale and hoping that there was some way they could get out of there without their parents being called. Vartan divided up the remaining officers and they proceeded to go thru the house shutting down the party.
Vartan, following the music, walked towards the back of the house and into the large family room where he found the source of the music. A group of boys who thought they were the next Def Leppard. Vartan smirked, the only thing these boys had in common with them was the volume of their music. The rest of the room was filled with teen girls, each looking to get a piece of the band. One girl, however, stood out over the others. A small blonde, wearing just a shirt and panties. She was standing by one of the boys in the band and Vartan immediately recognized her as the daughter of one of the csi’s. She looked just like her mother----only younger. And she was completely hammered. She looked in his direction and panic hit her as he walked towards her. Lindsey Willows knew she was so busted!!! He pulled out his phone to make a call to Lindsey’s mother, but, before he could, he was called to the pool area by one of the officers on the scene. The body of one of the partiers floated silently in the now still pool. Vartan called it in and went back inside to make sure the young Miss Willows was still there.
Nick and Grissom were sitting in the breakroom when the call from Vartan came in. Grissom had been trying to keep Nick out of the field in order to allow him time to recover from being buried alive. Nick’s physical wounds had healed quickly, it was the emotional damage that worried Grissom. Nick was a great csi and a good friend and Grissom was afraid that sending him out into the field too soon would cause more harm than good. However, everyone else was out on assignments so Grissom took Nick with him. A floater at a teen party was generally an easy case to solve, Nick would basically be there as support and to bag evidence.
Officer Robbins greeted them when the arrived and escorted them to the pool area so they could begin processing the scene. He took Grissom to the side and told him Vartan wanted to speak to him before he got started. Grissom looked to Nick and told him to go ahead without him while he went to find Vartan.
Vartan saw Grissom heading towards him and went to greet him at the sliding glass doors. It would probably be better for Grissom to call Willows since they were co-workers. Vartan Look Grissom there's something you may want to take care of yourself, one of the party goers is Willows daughter.
Grissom, Thanks Det. have you taken her statement yet?
Vartan they're being questioned at this moment.
About then Nick comes in
Oh man Gris you are not going to belive this one of the kids I was taking a DNA sample from…
Grissom, I know Nick its Lindsey. I'll take care of her you just finish processing the scene.
Grissom walked thru the door and over to where Nick said Lindsey was sitting. He couldn’t believe what he saw, it was like déjà vu. There sat Lindsey, barely dressed, eyes vacant and glassy due to the alcohol. The site of her nearly broke his heart. He knew how hard Catherine had worked to provide for Lindsey so that she wouldn’t have to go thru the things she had gone thru. He knew how much she worried that Lindsey would turn out just like her. And, now he knew why.
“Lindsey?”
“Um, hello Uncle Gil.” She looked cautiously at him, not sure what he was going to do. “Mom too busy to come herself?”
“C’mon, Lindsey, let’s go.” Gil took her hand and helped her stand, then wrapped his arm around her for support as they walked out to the Denali. He helped her into the vehicle, making sure she buckled herself in before closing the door.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Gil unsure whether he should say anything and Lindsey afraid of what he would say. The deafening silence was unbearable and Lindsey was the first to cave.
“I, uh, never did this before. I swear.”
Gil cut her off, “Lindsey, lying isn’t going to help the situation.”
“But I…”
“I’ll have you processed back at the lab, then I’ll take you to my office for your statement. That should give you enough time to sober up before we call your mother.”
“OK,” she replied, meekly.
“Linds, I know you don’t want a lecture and right now it wouldn’t do any good so I’m not giving you one.”
“Thanks, Uncle Gil.”
“But, Lindsey, promise me you’ll never do this again.”
She didn’t answer, choosing instead to look out the window.
Gil laughed softly, “Just like your mother.” Lindsey glared at him, then turned back to the window hoping he’d get the message. The rest of the ride was in silence.
Grissom needed to process Lindsey but all the female csi’s were in the field. He searched the lab until he saw Jacqui DeFranco. He knew the fingerprint specialist was a friend of Catherine’s and that she would be discreet about the whole incident. She had been with the department for years and, while not a csi, knew the procedures for processing someone. Most importantly, Grissom trusted her with Lindsey. While she was being processed Grissom went in search of a small jumpsuit so she wouldn’t be walking around half-naked. Again he was reminded of the times Catherine had come to him after Eddie had beat her. Always in her nightclothes, often high, bruised and swollen. He’d let her in, help her clean the wounds, then send her off for a shower while he rummaged thru his drawers to find her something clean to wear when she was done. And, now, he would do the same for Lindsey.
Jacqui had finished processing Lindsey, putting the last bin in a box to be taken to the lab techs for analysis. She looked at the young girl and grinned. Lindsey smiled back, surprised.
“You know, when I was your age, I was busted at the skating rink by my best friend’s mom. She caught me drunk and making out with a guy who was 9 years older than me. It’s funny now, but back then, I was so pissed off and horrified. I knew her mom would tell my mom and that would be the end of my relationship with the boy and the end of my social life for the next 30 years. I promise you, when you tell your mom, it won’t be as bad as you think. Just remember, she loves you and would do anything for you.”
Lindsey realized she was getting a lecture, “Whatever.”
“Suit yourself. C’mon, I’ll take you to the locker room and you can clean up before your mom gets here.”
The walked to the locker room and found Grissom was waiting for them, jumpsuit in hand.
“Here, this is for you. Jacqui, you’ll stay with her?” She nodded affirmatively. “Thanks. When you’re done bring her to my office and we’ll wait for Catherine there. I need to call her and let her know Lindsey is here.” With that Gil left them and headed back to his office. He’d put off the call as long as he possibly could.
When he entered his office he closed the door behind him. He knew this was not going to go over well and he wanted as much privacy as possible during this call. He dialed Catherine’s cell. Two rings. Three rings.
“Willows.”
“Catherine, I need you to come back to the lab.”
“And I need to finish processing this crime scene so I can be home before Lindsey goes to school.”
“Warrick’s on his way. I’ll see you in 20 minutes.” Damn, now he’d have to pull Warrick off his case in order to keep from lying to Catherine.
“Damn it, Gil!” Catherine was getting a little ticked off. She had work to do and she didn’t need to take a break.
“Catherine, now.”
“Gil Grissom, do not use that tone with me.”
“Catherine,” this time he spoke softly, “I wouldn’t be calling you back unless it was important. Please.”
“Fine. I’m on my way.”
tbc
