Out of the Past
copyright 2003, by TweedEmpress
SECTION 1: The Set Up
‘We’ve got a special one for you, Gil.’
‘Oh?’ Grissom leaned back in his chair, smiling slightly at the detective’s laconic tone.
‘Yeah, and in my favourite crime scene in the whole of Las Vegas,’ Brass continued. ‘Go on: guess. Just guess.’
He sighed. ‘I’m not really in the mood for...’
A jolt of sudden, unreasoning fear hit him and his hand gripped the receiver. ‘Oh, dear God, please no!’
‘Hey, Gris, you still there?’
‘Are you at Heather’s?’
‘Got it in one. Y’know, maybe I should just take out membership and save myself some time. I’m there almost as often as you are.’
The detective seemed, finally, to notice Grissom’s strained tone. ‘Jeez, Gil, will you relax? She’s fine. If something had happened to Heather, I would have told you already - what the hell do you take me for?’
Grissom ignored the question. Mentally, he was calling Brass every name he could think of. And some he hadn’t realised he knew.
‘What are we looking at?’
‘Vintage stuff. Some workmen unearthed skeletal remains in the foundations in the pool house.’
Vintage. And Heather was safe. Relief so powerful it had left him slightly dizzy had swept through him and it was a few minutes after he replaced the receiver that Gil Grissom was able to leave his office. He remembered Catherine once telling him that, after you got involved with someone, you never stopped worrying. There had never been, he thought grimly as he headed to his car, a truer statement.
The lights were on in every window and the red and blue light from the police cars added a touch of gothic surrealism to the mansion’s facade. A line of police tape had been strung across the top of the driveway, but the Dominion’s isolated position meant there were no civilian spectators at the scene.
Grissom ducked under the tape, nodding in the direction of the two officers at their station by the cars. There was a rustle behind him as someone else moved the tape.
‘Hey, Gris. What’s happening?’
He turned to face Nick Stokes.
‘Apparently some workmen dug up a little more than they were bargaining for: nasty case of dry bones in the foundations.’ He frowned. ‘I thought it was your night off?’
‘Yeah, it is.’ Nick grinned sheepishly. ‘I just stopped by to pick Emma up.’
‘Emma as in...’
‘Hello, Mr Grissom!’ A cheerful voiced chirped down his ear.
Of course: Emma.
‘Hey, right on cue!’ Nick looked at her appreciatively. ‘You look great.’
She smiled at him and then turned her attention back to Grissom.
‘They let you out?’ he asked, inclining his head toward the house.
‘Yeah. I spoke to Detective Brass and he said it was okay. Most of the clients have left already. I mean, I’m not even sure what happened - I was pretty tied up when they found ... it.’
‘I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’re speaking metaphorically there?’ Nick asked hopefully.
Emma gave him a withering look.
‘Lady Heather is down at the pool house. I think she’s a bit...’ Emma trailed off, the smile slipping from her face. ‘At least it shouldn’t be anybody we know this time,’ she finished quietly.
Nick slipped his arm around her waist and she leaned into him.
‘I should let you two go.’
‘Sure.’ Emma checked her watch. ‘Oh my God, we’re gonna be late!’
‘You have reservations?’ Grissom enquired.
Nick closed his eyes, groaning slightly.
‘Nuh-uh.’ Emma’s eyes sparkled. ‘Salsa lesson!’
‘Her idea, not mine,’ Nick informed his boss. ‘But if you need me here-’
‘Nick, you are not getting out of this! Besides, you’ll have a great time once we’re there.’
‘Yeah, that’s what you keep telling me.’ He turned back to Grissom appealingly. ‘Seriously, Gris, if you want to call me in...’
Grissom saw the expression on Emma’s face and laughed. ‘I’m afraid you’re on your own, Nicky my boy.’
‘Yeah, thanks a lot, man.’
Emma - with a dazzling smile and a cheerful ‘Goodnight’ - pulled on Nick’s arm and Grissom watched the couple for a moment as they walked to Nick’s car. Then, picking up his field kit, he skirted the main building and headed towards the pool house.
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copyright 2003, by TweedEmpress