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two episodes listed.
Author's Note: I didn't load this right the first time. I hope I got it fixed.
Summary: What if Grissom committed murder? Who would he kill? How would he pull it off? Here's my take on exactly that subject.
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Grissom and Catherine
Spoiler(s): LHB and All for our Country
Chapter One
"This guy's a nut job vigilante. He's making the whole department look bad." Warrick said to Grissom as they observed through the one-way mirror.
"I guess he just figured he'd take a short cut." Grissom answered. Then he added. "You've thought about it."
"Yeah, lots of times. What about you?" Warrick asked, sipping his coffee.
Grissom said nothing. He looked at Warrick. "Ah, but I've actually done it, my friend." Grissom thought. He didn't regret it either. One complete worthless pain-in-ass named Eddie Willows no longer interfered in the life of Gil Grissom. He was happier, Catherine was happier, and with a little more time, Lindsey would be happier. He would see to that. Her home life was more stable than it had ever been and the child no longer had to deal with the confusion brought on from overhearing all the arguments. No more Eddie around, no more arguments to be had. He vowed that this was the only secret he would keep from Catherine until his dying day.
Grissom walked away without a comment. He headed out of the police station, pausing to gaze at the retreating back of Officer Fromansky. The whole confrontation with him left Grissom uneasy. Alienating the police force had probably not been the wisest course of action to take. He decided to do a little target practice since he might very well end up unprotected at a crime scene some time in the future. It was the first time he had fired a weapon since shooting Eddie. The first few shots were completely off the target, but then he calmed down, regained control of his trembling hands and nailed the rest of them.
He left the shooting range and headed to his townhouse. He had a few things to do there and Catherine was working late on another case. He puttered around the townhouse for awhile then poured a snifter of brandy and sat down on the couch. He sipped the brandy, tossed his glasses on the coffee table, and massaged the bridge of his nose and the back of his neck.
His thoughts returned to killing Eddie. Most of the time, he managed to pretend it never happened. He willed himself to believe the conclusions Sara came to in her investigation. A part of him still couldn't believe he had committed murder.
Author's Note: I didn't load this right the first time. I hope I got it fixed.
Summary: What if Grissom committed murder? Who would he kill? How would he pull it off? Here's my take on exactly that subject.
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Grissom and Catherine
Spoiler(s): LHB and All for our Country
Chapter One
"This guy's a nut job vigilante. He's making the whole department look bad." Warrick said to Grissom as they observed through the one-way mirror.
"I guess he just figured he'd take a short cut." Grissom answered. Then he added. "You've thought about it."
"Yeah, lots of times. What about you?" Warrick asked, sipping his coffee.
Grissom said nothing. He looked at Warrick. "Ah, but I've actually done it, my friend." Grissom thought. He didn't regret it either. One complete worthless pain-in-ass named Eddie Willows no longer interfered in the life of Gil Grissom. He was happier, Catherine was happier, and with a little more time, Lindsey would be happier. He would see to that. Her home life was more stable than it had ever been and the child no longer had to deal with the confusion brought on from overhearing all the arguments. No more Eddie around, no more arguments to be had. He vowed that this was the only secret he would keep from Catherine until his dying day.
Grissom walked away without a comment. He headed out of the police station, pausing to gaze at the retreating back of Officer Fromansky. The whole confrontation with him left Grissom uneasy. Alienating the police force had probably not been the wisest course of action to take. He decided to do a little target practice since he might very well end up unprotected at a crime scene some time in the future. It was the first time he had fired a weapon since shooting Eddie. The first few shots were completely off the target, but then he calmed down, regained control of his trembling hands and nailed the rest of them.
He left the shooting range and headed to his townhouse. He had a few things to do there and Catherine was working late on another case. He puttered around the townhouse for awhile then poured a snifter of brandy and sat down on the couch. He sipped the brandy, tossed his glasses on the coffee table, and massaged the bridge of his nose and the back of his neck.
His thoughts returned to killing Eddie. Most of the time, he managed to pretend it never happened. He willed himself to believe the conclusions Sara came to in her investigation. A part of him still couldn't believe he had committed murder.