ladyhunter
Head of the Swing Shift
Chapter 1
It had been quite the year for Gil Grissom. Thoughts of leaving his job, moving back to LA, and other “personal’ matters. Several times he thought over the year, is it worth it? Is this all there is in life, my job? He was sitting in his car, not the SUV that belongs to the lab. He had left the lab early. There was nothing there that needed his immediate attention. Although he was the night-shift supervisor, the paperwork will always be there. That is the ONE part of his job HE HATED! How is he supposed to “rate and rank” his fellow employees? The hardest part of that job he recalls is when he gave the Lead CSI job to Nick Stokes instead of Sara Sidle. Nick wanted it more he remembers telling himself and Nick didn’t care if he got the job. Although he knew Sara would have been just as good, somehow his “feelings for her” clouded that situation. She knew it too. And that was distraction. He also HATED distraction! You can’t be a good scientist if you are distracted. But that seemed to be what this year was filled with.
Grissom put his head back against the headrest of the driver side of his 2005 Acura TL.
The temperature outside was about 92 degrees. The triple digits of summer were gone, but it was still hot. The sun was starting to come across the sky to make its way into the West for another spectacular sunset. He closed his eyes and started to remember the spring. He wasn’t sure if it was the heat or his mood.
It was about the same temperature then as it is now in the fall he recalls. He had gone back to LA, Marina Del Ray to be exact. His mother still lived there. Although she had moved from his childhood house, she still lived in the sleepy artist community. He liked visiting there. It reminded him of his childhood. But this visit was not going to be pleasant. He was there to watch her die. Her lawyer had called a few weeks before hand informing him that his mother was in the hospital and she probably wouldn’t be leaving. Gil Grissom didn’t know how to feel about that. He felt almost distant from her. She had been hearing- impaired most of his childhood. He was her only son and only child. She doted on him making sure he had everything, but never spoiled. She wouldn’t allow it. Now she was dying
He stopped by the beach first after arriving in town before going to the hospital. He wanted to feel the cool Ocean breeze before going to see his mother. He loved her very much. On several times she would say to him how proud she was of him. He followed his dreams and his passions and made a name for himself. Memories come to him now and again of when he was first starting out at the LA Coroner’s Office. She would ask him all the time if he had “found someone”. He knew she wanted grandchildren. Especially a grandson so she could dote on him like she doted on Gil. Several times she would ask if he had a woman in his life. He would always give her the same reason. “He was too busy to fall in love.” “He was always working”. He knew she didn’t buy the last line but it seemed to make her happy. Eventually she stopped asking. When he looks back, he thinks his mother is one of the strongest women he knows. She raised him by herself, had a successful business in her art gallery and did it all in an age where disabilities were not that understood. Some of his friends (what friends he did have) would say some hurtful things, but he would blow them off most of the time thinking they just didn’t know any better. That is why he felt distant from her. He remembers her as the strong woman who was his mother, not the frail woman lying in the hospital bed waiting to see her only son.
When he did go to see her, the knots in his stomach would not go away.
California’s coast is not nearly as hot as the Nevada desert in the spring. There was cool air coming off the Pacific Ocean. He could feel it even in her hospital room. He walked over to her bed, and she reached out her hand to his. He held onto it tight. She could barely hold on. This made his heart sink. Oh, Mom he said to her quietly. He knew she couldn’t hear him. She had been completely deaf for the last few years. She depended on her friends at the gallery to speak on her behalf. Sometimes her arthritis was so bad, she couldn’t even sign. Her breathing was heavy and labored. She looked very different from the mother he knew as a child. Her strength had disappeared. After letting go of his hand, she signaled him to come to her side, closer as if she were to give him a kiss. He thought that is what she wanted to do, give her son a kiss before she dies. Instead she mustered up all the strength she had. Although she had been deaf, some words came to her. He leaned his head to hers and was surprised to hear her speaking. It was soft and muted. Her final words to her son were…DON’T WASTE YOUR LIFE.
She didn’t scream them, but to him it felt like she had. He was almost embarrassed. Did she lie to him all those years when she said she was proud of him? Was she embarrassed by his choice of career? Unfortunately, he would never know the answer to those questions and what she REALLY meant by it. Gil was taken aback by that comment. He stepped away from her bedside and pulled up a chair and sat for a few minutes. He was almost angry. Why would she say that? What did she mean? Before he could calm down, he knew she was gone. She lay there, still, and motionless. The nurse came in to check her. She didn’t have to say anything. She could tell in his eyes that his mother was gone. Tears instantly came to his eyes. Did he really want to be mad at his mother as she died?
Gil stayed at his mother’s bedside for as long as they would let him. Every once and a while, he would get up and look out over the Ocean. He could tell what time of day it was by the sun. Just as the last bit of twilight was left, he decided it was time to leave.
He talked to the doctor about funeral arrangements then went back to his mother’s house.
The next few days were almost too painful. He spent the first day after her death calling friends and family informing them of her death. He vaguely remembers calling Catherine telling her that he will be in California for a little while longer. “No problem” is what she said and, “Gil I’m sorry”.
He can barely remember her service. It was held in a small church next to the gallery. Evelyn Grissom had many friends in the community. She had several close friends that helped her out. Some of the local artists even offered to pay for some of the funeral costs. Without her, their art wouldn’t have even been known. She was partial to local artists. “They have the most talent and don’t know it” is what she said. And GOD! She hardly ever talked about God with Gil. One of the first memories he has is of his mother and father arguing over God. His father was not particularly religious, but his father felt Gil needed “some spiritual guidance” to become a man. “All young men need to know the Bible and have a strong Christian upbringing to make it in this world”. “How is he ever going to get along in the world without his faith in GOD?” He remembers those words. Even at age 5, Gil was very observant.
Evelyn didn’t believe that. “Let him decide when he is older” she said to his father.
DANMIT EVELYN! His father says, “He needs something other than his fascination with death and you smothering him all the time! “ Those were the last words he remembers his father saying.
The hardest part of the whole service was afterwards. There was a reception at the gallery. Many of his mother’s friends came up to him and asked. So, where is your wife?” “I haven’t met your wife yet, is she here?” “Where is your lovely wife Sara? Evelyn hasn’t told me much about her.” Somewhere along the
Way, Evelyn forgot to mention that Gil never married. SARA? Where did she come from?
He probably did mention her once or twice but in no way did he say that she was his wife or even a girl friend.
Then he had to go through her belongings.
He spent the whole following day going through boxes and boxes of old pictures and memories. He found his baby album. He read every word his mother wrote about him.
He found pictures of birthdays and family outings to the beach. He found his high school diploma and motor board. He found his Phi Beta Kappa pin he thought he had given to a girl he met at the one and only Fraternity party he attended. He found all the letters he sent to her. Even when he only lived a few miles away, he wrote to her often.
He couldn’t bring himself to read everyone one; but, most of them said the same thing… He told her, he was fine, working all the time. He told her about the book he was working on, about the conferences and lectures he attended. He thought his mother never understood what he did, or his love of bugs and his fascination with death.
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He knew from the moment he met her, there was “something” about her. She is smart and sort-of charming in an offbeat way. But he also had reservations about her. When she first started at the CSI lab, she had her heart on her sleeve. Several times she accused him of being a robot and not caring. She once stood in the door of his office asking him to “spend the night with her” so she would not be alone when she heard the victim’s screams in the night. Once he sat thinking about the best way to let her go, when he was the one who had personally asked her to join his team.
But something changed in her. Besides becoming a vegetarian after witnessing one of his experiments, her demeanor changed. She eventually stopped being so emotionally involved. Glib remarks came out of her mouth. She was acting more like he does than the woman he hired. But she kept it all in her eyes. They were big, brown and very nice to look at. Instead of wearing her heart on her sleeve, it wound up in her eyes. The way she conducted herself, he noticed. The way she would cock her head and purse her lips when she heard something she didn’t agree with.
He knew their love for each other would be fantastic. They would stay up all night reading to each other, poetry and forensics. They could talk about things in a way that other people didn’t get. He wouldn’t have to answer her when she said “how was your day?” She would know how his day gone. And he wouldn’t ask her back.
And when they made love… it would have been so exquisite. He could make love to her forever. Staying inside of her for as long as she would let him. Feeling her arms around him. Feeling her breathe in his ear as he plunged deeper inside of her. Listening to the moans of excitement when he gently touched her breasts. Feeling her hands run through his hair and touching his face. Not wanting to leave the place he had longed for. All the emotion he saw in her eyes would be for him. He would know when she was going to climax because he had studied her body language for years. And when they had both reached that point when they were exhausted. He would say it… lean into her ear… I LOVE YOU SARA. And she would know he meant it. He means every word he says.
Then it happened… that awful night he got the call. He got there first. Catherine and
Warrick were to talk to the friend, Nick was to take the car, and Sara the perimeter.
He wanted to be alone, alone with the body. He didn’t want her to see him. He didn’t want Sara to see his compulsive desire to solve this case. Why was it so important to him? It’s just another case. Or is it? He poured over every inch of the house. He didn’t eat or sleep. “Don’t tell me you never went home?” Catherine’s voice broke the trance he was in.
She finally convinced him to take a break. She said a fresh pair of eyes would be better at finding more evidence. But, he had to find out who did this to her… Who did this to Sara, HIS Sara? But in reality the victim’s name was Debbie.
But he can’t have that with Sara. He said so himself. He couldn’t do that to her. Would she want things that he couldn’t give her? Would she want to become his wife? Would he want her to become his wife? Would she want to be a mother? Would he want to become a father?
He didn’t want to do that to himself.
Something startles him. He wakes up from the semi-sleep he was in. It felt more like visions than dreams.
He is still sitting in his car. An hour or so has past. There is a school bus coming down the street. That must have woken him up. There are children playing outside in the neighborhood park. Jennifer’s house is down the street. He can see her from where he is parked. He sees her outside on the front lawn. Her children are there with her.
They are helping her plant some flowers in a flowerbed next to the street. “Look what I found Mommy, Kaitlyn yells across the lawn. Although he can’t see what the child has brought to her, he figures it’s some sort of insect she found. “It’s a jewel beetle! Says, Kaitlyn. Mommy, “Did you know there are more beetles than any other insect or animals?”
“No Kaitlyn, says Jennifer. I didn’t know that. She will be an entomologist some day he quickly thinks. ,
The other child Emma is studying the flowers being planted. She is more interested in how they look than actually putting them in the ground. She will be an artist another thought quickly came to him.
Then he realizes. How did I get here? He knew her address. It was on the police report that was filed against him. He had never been there before, but somehow he knew where to go. Then he made a decision. He could stay in his car and watch her. Or get out and go see her. His hand reached for the handle of the door when he was stopped. An elderly couple was walking on his car’s side of the street. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Porter” yelled Emma and Kaitlyn from across the street. “Hello young Kaitlyn”, Mr. Porter said in a voice that wasn’t as loud as a child’s. “Hello young Emma” Mrs. Porter said.
Kaitlyn was headed across the street to meet up with the elderly couple. The bug she found was wrapped tight in her fist as she wanted to show the elderly couple her discovery. ”Kaitlyn Louise Hunter” Get back here! Jennifer yelled to her child
As Kaitlyn stepped into the street. He would definitely be discovered. “Can I go show Mr. and Mrs. Porter my beetle Mommy? “PLEASE!!”
“Just a moment and I’ll go with you”. Emma put down her shovel and yelled.” Wait for me Mommy!!! “Jennifer scanned the street for on coming cars. Then she saw him. He was sitting in his car. She immediately put her arms out from her sides to stop her girls from crossing the street. She had to make sure it was he. Then the school bus crossed the street. The girls and Jennifer waited until the bus passed them, then both girls went running across the street. The elderly couple reached down and hugged each girl.
Jennifer looked around again. His car was gone…
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Flashes came to Jennifer Hunter. Her daughter Emma is being rushed to the Emergency Room at UNLV Hospital. Her asthma was getting the best of her. Her lips were almost blue when they pulled up to the entrance. The young girl could barely breathe. HELP HER! is what finally came out of Jennifer’s mouth. The doctor was there. He along with several nurses took Emma from Jennifer’s arms back into a trauma room. Jennifer had flashes of being in the same place. But Jennifer was on a stretcher, oxygen put over her mouth, an IV was being inserted into her hand. All around her the nurses and police were talking about RAPE and a Sexual Assault Exam. She had flashes of being wheeled into a trauma room. The nurses were in a flurry. Her head was swimming with all the noise and words coming out of their mouths. We have blood! One nurse says in a loud voice to the other one across the room. Jennifer remembers the Detective asking her. “Who did this to you?” “GIL” was the first word that came to her lips.
But she wasn’t naming her assailant; she was asking where he was. That is where the accusation began. Right there in the ER!
Jennifer blinked, and the doctor came to her and said, Emma will be fine. She is on oxygen and Albuterol. Jennifer could hear Emma coughing. That was a sign that her 6-year-old daughter wasn’t unconscious. She felt somewhat relieved. We need to keep Emma here for a few more hours to see if she can breathe room air again.
OK, Jennifer said weekly. She thanked the doctor and went to sit down. She was going to call her friend Tara who was at her house with Kaitlyn. Then Jennifer saw a nurse. It was the same nurse who was on duty when Jennifer was brought in several weeks ago.
More flashes…
Police officers asking…Can you tell me what happened to you? Jennifer kept hearing the word Rohypnol. They were things that she couldn’t answer. She tried to tell them it wasn’t like that and her memory of what actually happened was unclear. The doctor said Rohypnol makes one forget actions and events. That is what it is designed to do. But unfortunately, since she couldn’t remember most of the details the Detective was asking…. And when all of the evidence collected was examined…Gil Grissom was the main suspect of her rape.
***Author's Note***
This fiction is PG-13, I fogot to add that when I posted it
and any feed back good, bad or indifferent always helps.
It's good to hear comments from fellow CSI fans.
It had been quite the year for Gil Grissom. Thoughts of leaving his job, moving back to LA, and other “personal’ matters. Several times he thought over the year, is it worth it? Is this all there is in life, my job? He was sitting in his car, not the SUV that belongs to the lab. He had left the lab early. There was nothing there that needed his immediate attention. Although he was the night-shift supervisor, the paperwork will always be there. That is the ONE part of his job HE HATED! How is he supposed to “rate and rank” his fellow employees? The hardest part of that job he recalls is when he gave the Lead CSI job to Nick Stokes instead of Sara Sidle. Nick wanted it more he remembers telling himself and Nick didn’t care if he got the job. Although he knew Sara would have been just as good, somehow his “feelings for her” clouded that situation. She knew it too. And that was distraction. He also HATED distraction! You can’t be a good scientist if you are distracted. But that seemed to be what this year was filled with.
Grissom put his head back against the headrest of the driver side of his 2005 Acura TL.
The temperature outside was about 92 degrees. The triple digits of summer were gone, but it was still hot. The sun was starting to come across the sky to make its way into the West for another spectacular sunset. He closed his eyes and started to remember the spring. He wasn’t sure if it was the heat or his mood.
It was about the same temperature then as it is now in the fall he recalls. He had gone back to LA, Marina Del Ray to be exact. His mother still lived there. Although she had moved from his childhood house, she still lived in the sleepy artist community. He liked visiting there. It reminded him of his childhood. But this visit was not going to be pleasant. He was there to watch her die. Her lawyer had called a few weeks before hand informing him that his mother was in the hospital and she probably wouldn’t be leaving. Gil Grissom didn’t know how to feel about that. He felt almost distant from her. She had been hearing- impaired most of his childhood. He was her only son and only child. She doted on him making sure he had everything, but never spoiled. She wouldn’t allow it. Now she was dying
He stopped by the beach first after arriving in town before going to the hospital. He wanted to feel the cool Ocean breeze before going to see his mother. He loved her very much. On several times she would say to him how proud she was of him. He followed his dreams and his passions and made a name for himself. Memories come to him now and again of when he was first starting out at the LA Coroner’s Office. She would ask him all the time if he had “found someone”. He knew she wanted grandchildren. Especially a grandson so she could dote on him like she doted on Gil. Several times she would ask if he had a woman in his life. He would always give her the same reason. “He was too busy to fall in love.” “He was always working”. He knew she didn’t buy the last line but it seemed to make her happy. Eventually she stopped asking. When he looks back, he thinks his mother is one of the strongest women he knows. She raised him by herself, had a successful business in her art gallery and did it all in an age where disabilities were not that understood. Some of his friends (what friends he did have) would say some hurtful things, but he would blow them off most of the time thinking they just didn’t know any better. That is why he felt distant from her. He remembers her as the strong woman who was his mother, not the frail woman lying in the hospital bed waiting to see her only son.
When he did go to see her, the knots in his stomach would not go away.
California’s coast is not nearly as hot as the Nevada desert in the spring. There was cool air coming off the Pacific Ocean. He could feel it even in her hospital room. He walked over to her bed, and she reached out her hand to his. He held onto it tight. She could barely hold on. This made his heart sink. Oh, Mom he said to her quietly. He knew she couldn’t hear him. She had been completely deaf for the last few years. She depended on her friends at the gallery to speak on her behalf. Sometimes her arthritis was so bad, she couldn’t even sign. Her breathing was heavy and labored. She looked very different from the mother he knew as a child. Her strength had disappeared. After letting go of his hand, she signaled him to come to her side, closer as if she were to give him a kiss. He thought that is what she wanted to do, give her son a kiss before she dies. Instead she mustered up all the strength she had. Although she had been deaf, some words came to her. He leaned his head to hers and was surprised to hear her speaking. It was soft and muted. Her final words to her son were…DON’T WASTE YOUR LIFE.
She didn’t scream them, but to him it felt like she had. He was almost embarrassed. Did she lie to him all those years when she said she was proud of him? Was she embarrassed by his choice of career? Unfortunately, he would never know the answer to those questions and what she REALLY meant by it. Gil was taken aback by that comment. He stepped away from her bedside and pulled up a chair and sat for a few minutes. He was almost angry. Why would she say that? What did she mean? Before he could calm down, he knew she was gone. She lay there, still, and motionless. The nurse came in to check her. She didn’t have to say anything. She could tell in his eyes that his mother was gone. Tears instantly came to his eyes. Did he really want to be mad at his mother as she died?
Gil stayed at his mother’s bedside for as long as they would let him. Every once and a while, he would get up and look out over the Ocean. He could tell what time of day it was by the sun. Just as the last bit of twilight was left, he decided it was time to leave.
He talked to the doctor about funeral arrangements then went back to his mother’s house.
The next few days were almost too painful. He spent the first day after her death calling friends and family informing them of her death. He vaguely remembers calling Catherine telling her that he will be in California for a little while longer. “No problem” is what she said and, “Gil I’m sorry”.
He can barely remember her service. It was held in a small church next to the gallery. Evelyn Grissom had many friends in the community. She had several close friends that helped her out. Some of the local artists even offered to pay for some of the funeral costs. Without her, their art wouldn’t have even been known. She was partial to local artists. “They have the most talent and don’t know it” is what she said. And GOD! She hardly ever talked about God with Gil. One of the first memories he has is of his mother and father arguing over God. His father was not particularly religious, but his father felt Gil needed “some spiritual guidance” to become a man. “All young men need to know the Bible and have a strong Christian upbringing to make it in this world”. “How is he ever going to get along in the world without his faith in GOD?” He remembers those words. Even at age 5, Gil was very observant.
Evelyn didn’t believe that. “Let him decide when he is older” she said to his father.
DANMIT EVELYN! His father says, “He needs something other than his fascination with death and you smothering him all the time! “ Those were the last words he remembers his father saying.
The hardest part of the whole service was afterwards. There was a reception at the gallery. Many of his mother’s friends came up to him and asked. So, where is your wife?” “I haven’t met your wife yet, is she here?” “Where is your lovely wife Sara? Evelyn hasn’t told me much about her.” Somewhere along the
Way, Evelyn forgot to mention that Gil never married. SARA? Where did she come from?
He probably did mention her once or twice but in no way did he say that she was his wife or even a girl friend.
Then he had to go through her belongings.
He spent the whole following day going through boxes and boxes of old pictures and memories. He found his baby album. He read every word his mother wrote about him.
He found pictures of birthdays and family outings to the beach. He found his high school diploma and motor board. He found his Phi Beta Kappa pin he thought he had given to a girl he met at the one and only Fraternity party he attended. He found all the letters he sent to her. Even when he only lived a few miles away, he wrote to her often.
He couldn’t bring himself to read everyone one; but, most of them said the same thing… He told her, he was fine, working all the time. He told her about the book he was working on, about the conferences and lectures he attended. He thought his mother never understood what he did, or his love of bugs and his fascination with death.
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He knew from the moment he met her, there was “something” about her. She is smart and sort-of charming in an offbeat way. But he also had reservations about her. When she first started at the CSI lab, she had her heart on her sleeve. Several times she accused him of being a robot and not caring. She once stood in the door of his office asking him to “spend the night with her” so she would not be alone when she heard the victim’s screams in the night. Once he sat thinking about the best way to let her go, when he was the one who had personally asked her to join his team.
But something changed in her. Besides becoming a vegetarian after witnessing one of his experiments, her demeanor changed. She eventually stopped being so emotionally involved. Glib remarks came out of her mouth. She was acting more like he does than the woman he hired. But she kept it all in her eyes. They were big, brown and very nice to look at. Instead of wearing her heart on her sleeve, it wound up in her eyes. The way she conducted herself, he noticed. The way she would cock her head and purse her lips when she heard something she didn’t agree with.
He knew their love for each other would be fantastic. They would stay up all night reading to each other, poetry and forensics. They could talk about things in a way that other people didn’t get. He wouldn’t have to answer her when she said “how was your day?” She would know how his day gone. And he wouldn’t ask her back.
And when they made love… it would have been so exquisite. He could make love to her forever. Staying inside of her for as long as she would let him. Feeling her arms around him. Feeling her breathe in his ear as he plunged deeper inside of her. Listening to the moans of excitement when he gently touched her breasts. Feeling her hands run through his hair and touching his face. Not wanting to leave the place he had longed for. All the emotion he saw in her eyes would be for him. He would know when she was going to climax because he had studied her body language for years. And when they had both reached that point when they were exhausted. He would say it… lean into her ear… I LOVE YOU SARA. And she would know he meant it. He means every word he says.
Then it happened… that awful night he got the call. He got there first. Catherine and
Warrick were to talk to the friend, Nick was to take the car, and Sara the perimeter.
He wanted to be alone, alone with the body. He didn’t want her to see him. He didn’t want Sara to see his compulsive desire to solve this case. Why was it so important to him? It’s just another case. Or is it? He poured over every inch of the house. He didn’t eat or sleep. “Don’t tell me you never went home?” Catherine’s voice broke the trance he was in.
She finally convinced him to take a break. She said a fresh pair of eyes would be better at finding more evidence. But, he had to find out who did this to her… Who did this to Sara, HIS Sara? But in reality the victim’s name was Debbie.
But he can’t have that with Sara. He said so himself. He couldn’t do that to her. Would she want things that he couldn’t give her? Would she want to become his wife? Would he want her to become his wife? Would she want to be a mother? Would he want to become a father?
He didn’t want to do that to himself.
Something startles him. He wakes up from the semi-sleep he was in. It felt more like visions than dreams.
He is still sitting in his car. An hour or so has past. There is a school bus coming down the street. That must have woken him up. There are children playing outside in the neighborhood park. Jennifer’s house is down the street. He can see her from where he is parked. He sees her outside on the front lawn. Her children are there with her.
They are helping her plant some flowers in a flowerbed next to the street. “Look what I found Mommy, Kaitlyn yells across the lawn. Although he can’t see what the child has brought to her, he figures it’s some sort of insect she found. “It’s a jewel beetle! Says, Kaitlyn. Mommy, “Did you know there are more beetles than any other insect or animals?”
“No Kaitlyn, says Jennifer. I didn’t know that. She will be an entomologist some day he quickly thinks. ,
The other child Emma is studying the flowers being planted. She is more interested in how they look than actually putting them in the ground. She will be an artist another thought quickly came to him.
Then he realizes. How did I get here? He knew her address. It was on the police report that was filed against him. He had never been there before, but somehow he knew where to go. Then he made a decision. He could stay in his car and watch her. Or get out and go see her. His hand reached for the handle of the door when he was stopped. An elderly couple was walking on his car’s side of the street. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Porter” yelled Emma and Kaitlyn from across the street. “Hello young Kaitlyn”, Mr. Porter said in a voice that wasn’t as loud as a child’s. “Hello young Emma” Mrs. Porter said.
Kaitlyn was headed across the street to meet up with the elderly couple. The bug she found was wrapped tight in her fist as she wanted to show the elderly couple her discovery. ”Kaitlyn Louise Hunter” Get back here! Jennifer yelled to her child
As Kaitlyn stepped into the street. He would definitely be discovered. “Can I go show Mr. and Mrs. Porter my beetle Mommy? “PLEASE!!”
“Just a moment and I’ll go with you”. Emma put down her shovel and yelled.” Wait for me Mommy!!! “Jennifer scanned the street for on coming cars. Then she saw him. He was sitting in his car. She immediately put her arms out from her sides to stop her girls from crossing the street. She had to make sure it was he. Then the school bus crossed the street. The girls and Jennifer waited until the bus passed them, then both girls went running across the street. The elderly couple reached down and hugged each girl.
Jennifer looked around again. His car was gone…
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Flashes came to Jennifer Hunter. Her daughter Emma is being rushed to the Emergency Room at UNLV Hospital. Her asthma was getting the best of her. Her lips were almost blue when they pulled up to the entrance. The young girl could barely breathe. HELP HER! is what finally came out of Jennifer’s mouth. The doctor was there. He along with several nurses took Emma from Jennifer’s arms back into a trauma room. Jennifer had flashes of being in the same place. But Jennifer was on a stretcher, oxygen put over her mouth, an IV was being inserted into her hand. All around her the nurses and police were talking about RAPE and a Sexual Assault Exam. She had flashes of being wheeled into a trauma room. The nurses were in a flurry. Her head was swimming with all the noise and words coming out of their mouths. We have blood! One nurse says in a loud voice to the other one across the room. Jennifer remembers the Detective asking her. “Who did this to you?” “GIL” was the first word that came to her lips.
But she wasn’t naming her assailant; she was asking where he was. That is where the accusation began. Right there in the ER!
Jennifer blinked, and the doctor came to her and said, Emma will be fine. She is on oxygen and Albuterol. Jennifer could hear Emma coughing. That was a sign that her 6-year-old daughter wasn’t unconscious. She felt somewhat relieved. We need to keep Emma here for a few more hours to see if she can breathe room air again.
OK, Jennifer said weekly. She thanked the doctor and went to sit down. She was going to call her friend Tara who was at her house with Kaitlyn. Then Jennifer saw a nurse. It was the same nurse who was on duty when Jennifer was brought in several weeks ago.
More flashes…
Police officers asking…Can you tell me what happened to you? Jennifer kept hearing the word Rohypnol. They were things that she couldn’t answer. She tried to tell them it wasn’t like that and her memory of what actually happened was unclear. The doctor said Rohypnol makes one forget actions and events. That is what it is designed to do. But unfortunately, since she couldn’t remember most of the details the Detective was asking…. And when all of the evidence collected was examined…Gil Grissom was the main suspect of her rape.
***Author's Note***
This fiction is PG-13, I fogot to add that when I posted it
and any feed back good, bad or indifferent always helps.
It's good to hear comments from fellow CSI fans.
