Revelation
"I think I've got something here," Catherine said. Grissom looked up from the table he was dusting after cataloging the tins of Altoids. So far, the room had yielded very little, which in itself was something. Most of the surfaces in the room had been entirely cleaned. Catherine held up an evidence container and explained, "There's brown stuff on the carpet under the bed."
"Our killer wasn't as thorough as he thought."
"Get anything from the table?"
"Wiped completely clean. How about you and the window?"
"A few partials and I found more of our mystery substance on the sill." Catherine and Grissom stood up and packed their things. They still had half the shift to go and not much evidence to go on. Catherine sighed as she put away the camera and five rolls of film.
The trip back to the lab was quiet. Catherine drove while Grissom looked out the window. Both had a lot on their minds. As they pulled into the lot Grissom looked at his companion.
"Does Eddie have Lindsey this year?" He wasn't sure how to broach this subject with Catherine, but from his experience she preferred him to be straightforward.
"Can this wait until later, Gris?" she asked avoiding his question. She knew he would ask, but was hoping that he would wait until the end of the shift preferably until after they figured out the case. They got out of the car, gathered the evidence, and entered the building.
After dropping the evidence off at the appropriate area, Grissom headed for his office and Catherine started to go to the break room. She didn't get far when Grissom called her, "May I see you in my office, Cath?"
Silently she cursed her luck. The one time she wanted him to just let something go, he didn't. She followed him to his office and waited for him to speak.
"Cath, what's going on?" Grissom asked as he closed the door. Catherine stood behind him defiantly. He probably should have held off until they solved the case before asking her, but he was worried.
"Nothing. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to see how the others are doing with the Dobson case."
"Catherine, please? Tell me what's wrong."
Catherine sighed in frustration. She could tell him that Eddie was taking Lindsey for Thanksgiving, but he would know she was lying. "Lindsey's, uh, Lindsey's grandparents want to see her."
"That's a good thing, isn't it? Eddie's folks must adore her."
"They're not Eddie's parents. They're mine."
The pieces fell into place for Grissom. Catherine was hoping to use work as an excuse to keep from having to deal with her past.
"Hey, Grissom!" Sara's voice came through the closed door before he could respond to Catherine's revelation. The door opened part way when neither replied.
"Come on in, Sara," Catherine said. She was happy for the interruption. As much as she trusted Grissom, she wasn't ready to divulge the rest of what happened more than twenty years ago. Grissom's glare told her that the conversation was far from over.
"What is it, Sara?"
"Greg has the results of your mysterious brown stuff."
"Great!" Catherine said as she left the office in search of the lab analyst.
Watching her virtually run out of Grissom's office Sara asked, "What's going on between you and Catherine?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't know."
"Talk to her."
"That's what started this."