Catherinesmyidol
Coroner
I've been waiting all year for October to get here so I could write a Halloween CSI story. Finally Halloween is almost here, and here's my story. 
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Gil Grissom knocked three times on the old oak door. He was used to this now; three months ago, when he started seeing Heather again, he started a bit of a tradition. He would rap on the door three times, wait for a moment, and then enter. It was just something they did, and neither really understood why but when along with it.
He entered and the aroma of vanilla clouded his senses. Heather always wore the faint yet overpowering French vanilla perfume, but had never smelled that strong. He pondered it for a moment, and decided it didn’t matter. With a grin he strode off to the living room to wait for Heather. Even though they had arranged the date a while ago, he knew she’d be just a little late.
During the previous month, Heather had come to terms with Zoe’s death. It had been a long and very painful process, but once it was done she had decided it was time to see if she had a grandchild somewhere out there. Gil did everything within his power to answer this; he stayed late at the lab, searched birth certificates, anything he could to help the brunette. One very late night, he had come across a birth certificate that had no father’s name listed and the mother’s name clearly started with a ‘Z’ but the rest had been blotted out. Of course the aged Entomologist had to check things out. He spent a week going over the certificate, uncovering the name. Finally, after four days, the name was uncovered: Zoe Kessler.
The baby had been placed in a foster home, and was only three months old. The woman at the foster home said a girl had begged to her care for the child until she was able to raise it herself. Gil, with the help of Captain Jim Brass, had been able to gets things all sorted so that Heather could raise the infant. The entomologist remembered the first time she held the baby; he had been there, he had been the one to gently hand the child to her. She had cried, the clear tears glistening beautifully on her pale cheeks. And all the while, the little child stared up at her grandmother, watching the brunette with what appeared to be very intense fascination.
Heather arrived at the bottom of the stairs, jolting Gil from his thoughts. She smiled at him, baby Audrey cradled in her arms. “Ready to go?”
Gil stared at her in disbelief but said nothing. He’d explain in the car. “Sure, let’s go.”
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“Gil, please explain this to me again,” Heather raised one brow as she glanced at him from the passenger seat. “We’re going to a Halloween party?”
“Yes. It is Halloween, and I thought it’d be fun.” He flipped his turn signal on, and pulled the steering wheel to the right. “Now tell me, why aren’t you in costume?”
“I am.” The brunette grinned happily as she turned around to check on her grandchild, who was sleeping in her car seat. “Don’t you know who I am?”
Heather gestured to her silk red dress. The garment tied behind her neck, had a sloped hemline to make her legs look even more amazing, and fit her like a glove. Gil thought for a moment but couldn’t figure out who she was supposed to be, so he shook his head.
“I’m Scarlett from Gone with the Wind. So the dress isn’t exactly like hers, but it’s close.” She giggled quietly. “I find your costume to be rather amusing.”
Gil shot her a warning look, but it didn’t help things. She started laughing harder, but managed to calm down after a few moments. Gil Grissom, the best crime scene investigator in Las Vegas and maybe the world, was dressed as a zombie. Yes, a zombie. His skin had been painted green with some sort of face paint; a few faux cuts had been made out of clay to complete the “dead” look. And he was wearing a tux, evidentially something he thought that zombies wore.
“It’s Halloween!” Gil tried to defend his costume. “I thought you would be wearing something scary too.”
“I’ve always wanted to wear this dress out and I thought this would be the perfect time.” Heather placed on hand on Gil’s arm and lowered her voice. “I want to thank you again, for helping me find her. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
Gil smiled at the brunette. “It was no problem. I’m glad we found her.” He pulled into the parking lot of their destination, and shut the car off. “Shall we?”
“Sure you won’t be embarrassed in your costume?” Heather inquired as she unfastened Audrey from her car seat. The infant fussed quietly for a moment until Heather cradled her in her arms.
“At least my outfit wasn’t made from curtains,” Gil retorted with a chuckle.
Heather feigned a hurt look and the two strode into the large building laughing softly to themselves.
TBC
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Gil Grissom knocked three times on the old oak door. He was used to this now; three months ago, when he started seeing Heather again, he started a bit of a tradition. He would rap on the door three times, wait for a moment, and then enter. It was just something they did, and neither really understood why but when along with it.
He entered and the aroma of vanilla clouded his senses. Heather always wore the faint yet overpowering French vanilla perfume, but had never smelled that strong. He pondered it for a moment, and decided it didn’t matter. With a grin he strode off to the living room to wait for Heather. Even though they had arranged the date a while ago, he knew she’d be just a little late.
During the previous month, Heather had come to terms with Zoe’s death. It had been a long and very painful process, but once it was done she had decided it was time to see if she had a grandchild somewhere out there. Gil did everything within his power to answer this; he stayed late at the lab, searched birth certificates, anything he could to help the brunette. One very late night, he had come across a birth certificate that had no father’s name listed and the mother’s name clearly started with a ‘Z’ but the rest had been blotted out. Of course the aged Entomologist had to check things out. He spent a week going over the certificate, uncovering the name. Finally, after four days, the name was uncovered: Zoe Kessler.
The baby had been placed in a foster home, and was only three months old. The woman at the foster home said a girl had begged to her care for the child until she was able to raise it herself. Gil, with the help of Captain Jim Brass, had been able to gets things all sorted so that Heather could raise the infant. The entomologist remembered the first time she held the baby; he had been there, he had been the one to gently hand the child to her. She had cried, the clear tears glistening beautifully on her pale cheeks. And all the while, the little child stared up at her grandmother, watching the brunette with what appeared to be very intense fascination.
Heather arrived at the bottom of the stairs, jolting Gil from his thoughts. She smiled at him, baby Audrey cradled in her arms. “Ready to go?”
Gil stared at her in disbelief but said nothing. He’d explain in the car. “Sure, let’s go.”
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“Gil, please explain this to me again,” Heather raised one brow as she glanced at him from the passenger seat. “We’re going to a Halloween party?”
“Yes. It is Halloween, and I thought it’d be fun.” He flipped his turn signal on, and pulled the steering wheel to the right. “Now tell me, why aren’t you in costume?”
“I am.” The brunette grinned happily as she turned around to check on her grandchild, who was sleeping in her car seat. “Don’t you know who I am?”
Heather gestured to her silk red dress. The garment tied behind her neck, had a sloped hemline to make her legs look even more amazing, and fit her like a glove. Gil thought for a moment but couldn’t figure out who she was supposed to be, so he shook his head.
“I’m Scarlett from Gone with the Wind. So the dress isn’t exactly like hers, but it’s close.” She giggled quietly. “I find your costume to be rather amusing.”
Gil shot her a warning look, but it didn’t help things. She started laughing harder, but managed to calm down after a few moments. Gil Grissom, the best crime scene investigator in Las Vegas and maybe the world, was dressed as a zombie. Yes, a zombie. His skin had been painted green with some sort of face paint; a few faux cuts had been made out of clay to complete the “dead” look. And he was wearing a tux, evidentially something he thought that zombies wore.
“It’s Halloween!” Gil tried to defend his costume. “I thought you would be wearing something scary too.”
“I’ve always wanted to wear this dress out and I thought this would be the perfect time.” Heather placed on hand on Gil’s arm and lowered her voice. “I want to thank you again, for helping me find her. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
Gil smiled at the brunette. “It was no problem. I’m glad we found her.” He pulled into the parking lot of their destination, and shut the car off. “Shall we?”
“Sure you won’t be embarrassed in your costume?” Heather inquired as she unfastened Audrey from her car seat. The infant fussed quietly for a moment until Heather cradled her in her arms.
“At least my outfit wasn’t made from curtains,” Gil retorted with a chuckle.
Heather feigned a hurt look and the two strode into the large building laughing softly to themselves.
TBC
