Rectification - CSI LV fic

And now to end some of the suspense.....

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Jim and Catherine stepped out back where Bobby Anderson stood smoking a cigarette and talking with a customer. “I don’t know, when they are going to let us back in the shop Alice, Emma was kidnapped” he said sadly, obviously a front. Catherine rolled her eyes “Mr. Anderson, we would like to have a word with you” she called out. Bobby looked over and stamped on his cigarette as he walked over. “Are you all done? Can I open up now?” he asked

“I’m afraid not.” Catherine said “Mr. Anderson, who was supposed to open up the shop this morning?”

Bobby sighed, looking around “Um, I was, I called Em last night and asked if she would do it for me. I, uh, I kinda got a little drunk while I was with my girlfriend and...”

Catherine nodded. “Are you familiar with the name Natalie Davis?”
Bobby looked at her “No, should I be?”

“You tell me” Catherine said in her ice queen mode

“I just moved here, I really don’t know too many people besides my employees”

“Where are you from?” Catherine asked

“Vegas” he said simply Catherine and Jim looked at each other. Jim pulled out his cell and placed it to his ear “Detective Jensen? Could you come to the back of the store please?”

Bobby looked at them strangely “What? What is it?”

Catherine looked at him “You were the intended target Mr. Anderson. You were suppose to die this morning”

Bobby stared blankly at her. Detective Jensen walked back and Jim turned to her “Detective? We need to place Mr. Anderson in protective custody. It seem he was the intended target this morning.

Detective Jensen nodded and took Bobby to her car despite his protests. Jim looked at Catherine “so we have a missing girl, a miniature and a potential murder vic...What do we do?”

Catherine looked back at the shop. “We find her”
 
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Hours later Detective Jensen dropped an exhausted looking, Catherine, Jim and Nick off at their motel. To make matters worse, there were only two rooms available. Catherine had smirked at the look of horror on her friends’ faces as they’d realised they would be sharing. After securing her bags in her room, Catherine had stepped out onto the balcony that over looked the beach. She paused for a few moments, closing her eyes and leaning against the railings. She could almost pretend for a minute that she was on vacation, not investigating Natalie Davis all over again. She shivered despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. Opening her eyes, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket, dialled a familiar number and brought it to her ear.

“Acting Supervisor Sanders.” Catherine chuckled as Greg answered. Despite being a competent CSI level 3, deep down he was still the goofy, spiky haired lab tech she’d met years before.
“Acting Supervisor Sanders, this is Actual Supervisor Willows.” She smiled broadly at his muttered curse. She could picture the look of dread on his face.
“Ah… Cath hey… I was just… I mean… I thought it might be fun…” Catherine laughed loudly as he tripped over his words.
“It’s ok Greggo. You just made me laugh for the first time all day.”

“Oh. Cool.” The relief was evident in his voice. “So, how’s Santa Monica?”
“Not great. We figured out Emma Brooks wasn’t Natalie’s intended target. The manager, Bobby Anderson, just moved here from Vegas. Emma was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Damn. That sucks.”
“Tell me about it. How are things on your end?”
“Meh, going slightly better than yours. Riley, Ray and I went out to the State Pen. We think it was an inside job.”

Catherine’s eyebrow rose.
“You think a guard helped her escape?”
“Yup. Quite possibly more than one, which would also explain why it took so long for it to be discovered that she was missing.” This time it was Catherine’s turn to curse under her breath.
“Any suspects?”
“A couple, but nothing concrete yet. We’re looking at Karen Hines and Samuel Gasner. We’ll get them Cath.”
“I don’t doubt it Greg,” she replied with a smile.

“Go have a nice hot shower. Bet you’ve had a really long day.” Catherine chuckled.
“You can say that again! Call me when you find anything.” Both said their goodbyes and she hung up, heading back into her room to take Greg’s advice, oblivious to the pair of eyes that had been watching her the entire time she’d been on the balcony.
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CSIL3Willows
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“Acting Supervisor Sanders, this is Actual Supervisor Willows.”
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:guffaw: :guffaw: :guffaw: Brilliant! That whole scene was awesome! :lol: I can actually see/hear Greg answering the phone that way. :lol:

I wonder who was watching Cath. Hopefully its someone good. :) I won't reveal my guess just in case I'm right.
 
haha sorry MacsGirlMel but Lily and I both like to inflict tourture...:lol:

here is the next part!

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Emma Brooks’ head jerked up at the sound of a door opening. The figure moved past her, seemingly oblivious to her presence, stopping when it reached a table in the corner. Emma watched as the figure picked something up and began to work.

“Hello?” No answer. Emma waited a moment, then tried again.

“Look, if you just let me go, I won’t say anything I swear. I don’t know who you are or what you look like, so I couldn’t identify you even if the police asked me.”

Still nothing. Frustration began to build in Emma’s chest.

“What the hell do you want from me you weirdo?!” The figure paused in their movements. There was a pregnant pause.

“Bait.”

Emma gasped. The voice belonged to a woman! She bit her lip and closed her eyes against the tears that threatened.

At the table, Natalie waited a few moments before resuming her work, satisfied that her captive was going to stay quiet. She looked down at the scene in front of her, frowned, then adjusted a table on the miniature in front of her. She studied the figure in her hand, clad in shorts, a tank top and sneakers, a small smile spreading across her features. Soon everything would be perfect.

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Catherine awoke the next morning and stretched. She looked over at the clock, 5:30 am. Exhaling loudly she sat up in bed. She was restless. The questions of the case swam around in her head. Where was Emma? Why was Natalie playing these games?

Catherine threw back the covers and stood up, stretching her lean muscles. What she needed was a run. Maybe the cool morning air and resistance of the sand would help focus her thoughts.

She pulled on some brown leggings, a yellow t-shirt and her tennis shoes. Tying her sweat shirt around her waist, she wrote a quick note for Nick. ‘Nicky, went for a run, if I’m not back by 8am send out a search party :) C’

She grabbed the pink iPod shuffle Lindsey and Gil had given her for Christmas and taped the note to Nick’s door. She placed the ear buds in her ears and turned on the iPod. The Black Eyed Peas “Boom Boom Pow” began to course through her ears. Grabbing her leg from behind she pulled it up behind her stretching out her thigh. Grabbing the other leg and did the same and took the stairs down the five flights to the street. She began to jog towards the beach. The sun coming up just over the horizon behind her and the community coming to life around her began to give her energy. She pushed herself a but harder to go faster, breaking out into a run as she went down San Vicente. Passing other joggers she slowed only when she hit the beach. Taking the famous stairs from Ocean Ave. down to the sand. Once there she stopped and took a breather. People running by smiled at her like they knew her. She smiled back but in the back of her mind was thinking how odd Los Angeles was. She began to run again, this time on the sand. The resistance giving her a good workout on her lazy muscles. She then realized why everyone was smiling at her like they knew her. The actress that was at the airport jogged by her doing a double take as did Catherine. Nick was right, they did look alike. Catherine laughed and continued on her way.

Catherine arrived back at the hotel five minutes after eight and noticed the door still taped to Nick and Jim’s door. She laughed and took it off, knocking. There was no answer. She knocked a little harder “Nicky? Jim? I’m out here in a bikini ready to go to the beach!” she called through the door. That made her hear rustling in the room and a moment later Nick flung open the door.

She laughed at the sight in front of her. A bewildered Nick clad only in flannel pants, hair a mess and very sleepy. “Get dressed Nicky, and wake up Brass… we have work to do.” she winked and walked into her room as she heard a groan.
 
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ack quit stopping at the wrong places lol.

Glad the guys are around now though. and yeah LOL at her methods :)
 
Hey guys!

I'm so sorry about the delay on this! the first draft of this got lost when word crashed and I just didn't feel like rewriting it untill now. The next chapter will be a few days in the making, my twin is going off somewheres and wont be able to work on this until she gets back. but after she gets the next chapter up we will continue untill this baby is finished! I'm so glad you are enjoying it and sticking with us! keep the reviews comming!

Leah
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Catherine, Nick and Jim walked into the interrogation room with Detective Jensen where Bobby Anderson was being held. Bobby sat up at the sight of Catherine.

“Well if it isn’t Marg Helgenberger” he smirked “Anyone ever tell you that you look exactly like her?”

Catherine gave him a look “we aren’t here to talk about me Mr. Anderson, we are here to talk about you”

Bobby frowned “I don’t know what Em’s disappearance has to do with me.”

“Our suspect may know you” Nick said

Catherine pulled out Natalie’s mug shot from the folder she was holding and slid it across the table to Bobby. “Do you know her?”

Bobby looked at the photo. “Yeah, she was an employee at a maid service I managed. Natalie something...Dell I think.”

“Can you think of any reason she might hold a grudge against you?” Jim asked.

Bobby laughed “Yea, I busted her chops a few times. She wasn’t exactly a model employee.”

Catherine looked at her colleagues with a frown. “Mr. Anderson, Natalie is trying to kill you. She is a very dangerous woman and we would like to keep you in protective custody.”

“Oh please, I can take care of myself.” He scoffed

“Mr. Anderson-“ Detective Jensen started

“Come on. She is a chick...I can take her!”

Catherine raised her eyebrow. No wonder Natalie wanted to kill this guy, Catherine had only known him for a few hours and she wanted to knock some sense into him. “Alright, if that’s how you feel, your free to go.”

Nick and Jim looked at her, shocked. She gave them both an “I know what I’m doing” look.

Bobby smiled and leaned forward “You know, I wouldn’t mind if you were my bodyguard”

She raised an eyebrow and he continued “How about we go have dinner?”

She smirked and leaned forward “Mr Anderson, I wouldn’t go out with you if I had a gun pointed to my head.”

Bobby frowned and leaned back, defeated.

“Besides” Catherine continued “I’m taken”

“I don’t see a ring”

Catherine looked at Nick, rolling her eyes

Bobby saw the exchange “You lucky bastard”

Nick shook his head “Not me, man.”

Bobby looked back at Catherine “I bet he’s a geek right?”

“Mr Anderson, my personal life is none of your business”

He laughed and stood up “Well if you want a good fuck before you head back to vegas, give me a call” he said walking out of the room.

Catherine shivered in disgust “What a creep”

“You ok?” Jim asked

She nodded “Just disgusted”

Detective Jensen laughed “Yea, guys like that will do that...unfortunately this city is full of them. Guys that have good looks and know it, but don’t know how to treat a woman”

Catherine sighed “I can only imagine how he treated Natalie.”

Catherine took the photo and placed it back in the folder, standing up “We should get over to the lab, begin processing, the faster we get that done the faster we find Emma”

Detective Jenson ad Nick started out of the room, Jim grabbed Catherine’s arm and held her back “Taken?” he asked with a smile playing on his lips.

Catherine smirked “Technically, my heart does belong to someone, but he gave his heart to someone else” she said, her smirk turning into a sad smile.

Jim frowned “You know he loved you first, he just didn’t want to ruin what you already had”

Catherine sighed “I still wish we would have tried...but never doubt, never look back” she smiled and started off to catch up with Nick and Jensen
 
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Back at SMPD’s crime lab Catherine sat at a table in one of the layout rooms, the miniature in front of her. She’d sent Nick to trace with the white cloth they’d found in the coffee shop, but wasn‘t expecting him back with results anytime soon. This place seemed almost as busy as Vegas.

With a grim expression masking her pretty features, she slipped on a pair of latex gloves, before picking up a pair of tweezers and a magnifying glass and turning her full attention to Natalie’s ‘handiwork’. With the aid of the magnifier, Catherine ran her gaze over every part of the miniature. As her eyes moved behind the counter she frowned, catching sight of something tucked beside the coffee machine. She pulled it out with the tweezers and held it up to the light.

It was a miniature takeout cup with… something written on it. Bringing both the magnifying glass and cup closer to her face she squinted in order to make out what it said.

“M… Mar… Margalicious?” her frown deepened. “What the hell does that mean?”

With a small sigh Catherine placed the cup onto a tray next to her on the table, making a note of her findings in her file before continuing to scour the miniature. She opened some drawers with the tweezers, closing them again when nothing of interest presented itself.

It was then that she noticed the trash can in the corner behind the counter. She lifted the lid, leaning closer and peering inside. Her eyes widened as they settled on the small, white plastic bottle nestled on top. She didn’t need to bring it any closer to read the word written on it; “BLEACH” glared like a beacon at her. Catherine dropped her tools before ripping the gloves from her hands. Pulling her phone from its spot on her belt she flipped it open, punched in a number and brought it to her ear.

“Brass.”
“Jim, it’s Cath. You still at the crime scene?”
“Yep,” came the slightly exasperated reply. “Still waiting for a uniform to come get me.”
“Good. I need you to go back inside and check some things out for me.”
“Sure. Where d’ya want me?” she could hear the sound of his footsteps, and the click of the door as it shut once he’d passed through.

“Behind the counter. Look next to the coffee machine and tell me what you see.” There was a rustling sound from the other end of the phone, followed by a loud crash.
“Jim? Jim!” A frantic note seeped into her voice when he didn’t reply, her mind running down the myriad bad things that could be happening right at that very moment.

“Sorry. Dropped my phone while I was fishing some gloves out of my pocket.” The wry smile was evident in his tone while Catherine struggled to calm her racing heart.
“Jesus Jim! Way to give me a heart attack over here!”

He chuckled. “Sorry Cath. You wouldn’t want me contaminating any possible evidence though would you?”
She huffed in frustration, clearly not amused. A few beats of silence passed before he spoke again.
“Got a coffee cup, looks like one used for takeout… There’s something written on it.” He paused a moment. “Margalicious mean anything to you?”

“Nope. Found the same thing in the miniature though. Now can you check the trash can?” More movement from Jim’s end, the creak as he lifted the lid.
Silence seeped through the line.
“Bleach. But I’m guessing you know that already.”
Catherine sighed. “At least she’s kept the rest of her signature the same.”

“Pardon me if I don’t find that comforting.” Jim’s reply made her smile slightly. “When the damn uniform gets here I’ll make him bag it and the cup and bring them to you at the lab.”
“Thanks Jim.” They exchanged goodbyes before she hung up, tossing her phone on the table and dropping her head to rest in her hands.

Minutes passed and she allowed her eyes to drift closed. She didn’t hear the footsteps approaching, until a hand grasped her shoulder.
Catherine gasped and jumped, whirling round in her chair. Nick stood there, his hands held up in a gesture of surrender.

“For God’s sake Nick! Between you and Jim I’m gonna end up heading back to Vegas in a body bag!”
“Sorry boss lady. Your ticker ok?” She shot him a dirty look as she placed a hand to her chest, breathing deeply.

“I assume you scared the crap out of me for a purpose Nick?” He smiled brightly at her, passing her the piece of paper she hadn’t even realised he’d been holding.
“Got the results back on the cloth we found.” Catherine slipped her glasses on, eyes scanning the page.
“Chloroform?”
“Yup. I’m guessing that’s what Natalie used to incapacitate Emma. How’d you get on with the miniature?”

Catherine quickly filled him in on what she’d found, as well as Jim’s findings at the crime scene.
“Damn. But did Natalie bring those things with her, or were they already there?”
His supervisor shrugged, removing her glasses from her face. “Only one way to find out.”
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CSIL3Willows
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