Random Thoughts

Grissom walked into a room, a red-headed woman was lighting a cigarette, not caring about what was going on around her.

“Ma’am, there’s no smoking in here.” Brass said.

The woman laughed “Too late!” she said in a French accent.

Grissom cocked an eye brow as Catherine sighed “So…Ms. Dalby….you wanna explain things?” she asked.

Ms. Dalby laughed “It’s Alezae…” she said, taking a puff of her cigarette “…what do you want to know?” she asked.

The door opened, Grissom turned to see Emily walk in and look at her ‘aunt’.

“Well, tell us about Veronica.” Catherine said, Emily crossed her arms as she watched closely, Grissom putting his arm around her.

Alezea smiled “…she came to me, said she wanted to find her mother…I told her that her mother wouldn’t want to see her…and that she probably wouldn’t want to see her sister either.” She said.

Emily took in a deep breathe, Grissom’s grasp on her shoulder tightened.

Catherine nodded “Okay,” she said.

“…Veronica decided to find her sister first, and I agreed to help her find her twin sister…went to tons of adoption agencies and when we finally found something to use, Veronica was getting restless to meet her mother.” Alezea said.

Grissom sighed “…you don’t have to listen to this.” He told Emily.

Emily shook her head “No, I have to know.” She said, listening to Alezea.

“…we are from France, my sister, who is also my twin, fell in love with a young Marine. Of course the story is the same, they fall in love, she got pregnant, and he left her…my father wanted her to get an abortion, but Avian wanted the twins to live…” Alezea said, turning to the mirror.

Emily sighed “…keep going.” She whispered.

Alezea sighed “…so she gave them both up, Veronica and Emily…but it was surprising to find that Emily was adopted, and so Veronica and I came her to Las Vegas to talk her into meeting her mother with Veronica.” She explained.

Catherine nodded “Okay, then what happened? Cause Veronica’s dead!” she asked.

“…Veronica was becoming impatient, sneaky…turns out she already met Avian. And that pissed me off…I didn’t mean to kill her, but it just happened.” She said, taking another puff of her cigarette.

Emily lost her breathe, Grissom lost his grip and Emily ran out of the room and down the hall.

Grissom turned back to the interrogation, the cigarette had been put out and Alezea was under arrest, Catherine turned to the mirror. Grissom sighed as he walked out of the room and went after Emily.

His office was empty, Emily’s stuff was gone and there was trace of her, and there was certainly no note.

Grissom walked out of his office and looked around for Emily, who still couldn’t be found. He saw Nick talking with Warrick casually and went up to both of them.

“Have either of you seen Emily?” he asked.

Nick nodded “Yeah, she left…why?” he asked.

Grissom looked at him intently, Nick dropped his coffee “Oh, shit!” he said, running with Warrick outside of the building.

A deep sigh could be heard from Grissom as he tried to keep up with Nick and Warrick who were already running towards Nick’s car.

It started raining, and Emily already admitted to herself that she was lost and wasn’t going to stop.

Emily saw a house, a gothic looking house with the lights on. She didn’t have anywhere to go, and though the cops would be called if she just casually sat on the front porch, it was better than being killed.

She was soaking wet as she sat on the steps, shivering as she looked around the area. She was cold and she was sure that nobody was ever going to find her, she was lost in her train of negative thinking when the door opened.

“…Emily?” a soft voice asked.

Emily turned to see a woman, black hair, brown eyes, gothic clothing. “How do you know who I am?” Emily asked.

The woman smiled “C’mon inside, lets go.” She demanded.

Emily didn’t wait around, she got up and walked inside the house that was lit with dim lighting and candles.

The woman took Emily’s bag and took off Emily’s jacket “I know you’re father. He showed me a picture of you, from his wallet. I never thought Gil Grissom would have a picture of loved ones in his wallet.

“Umm, I never got a name from you…” Emily said, looking at the woman as she walked her over to the fireplace.

The woman smiled “Heather…Lady Heather.” She said.

Emily cocked an eye brow “…are you like a mistress or something?” she asked.

Lady Heather laughed “No, I’m a dominatrix. Here, take off your clothes so we can get some warm ones on you.” She said.

Emily went bug-eyes “No-no-no…no, I’m good.” She said, holding on tightly to her soaking clothes, they were dripping.

Heather laughed “Nonsense, c’mon…take ‘em off.” She said.

“Then turn around.” Emily said, paranoid as ever by the stranger that made her feel even more awkward.

Heather sighed and turned around “…Danielle, clean clothes for the Emily, please?” she asked.

Emily looked to see a young girl in leather turn around and exit into another room “So…you know my dad?” she asked.

“Yes, we’re friends.” Heather said.

Emily took her shirt off “God, this has been such a weird day. Does he…come here often?” she asked, dropping her shirt onto the floor.

Lady Heather smiled “No, he’s not a client. But he does drop by periodically with Captain Brass…but sometimes he does come alone.” She explained.

Emily’s soaking jeans came off “Oh, well that’s good.” She said, unsure of what to think of the unusual Lady Heather.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, we can call your dad if you want.” Heather said, assuring the scared and confused teenager.

Emily sighed, holding her jeans in her hands “Do I have to take everything off?” she asked.

Lady Heather nodded “Yes.” She instructed.

“…where’s the bathroom?” Emily asked.

Lady Heather laughed “I’ll show you.