One more time, for fun. All basic information can be found in the first part of this story. A/N: I appear to have been threatened. In response, I have decided to post the third part of my story early. I hope to have part 4 done tomorrow evening. ********************************************************************** Part 3 Catherine walked into the morgue and walked up to Doc Robbins. "Hey Doc, what have you figured out for me?" "Catherine, as always, it's a pleasure. Business first. Your vic here had a lot of injuries. Most of them old and healed. The ones you really want to know about are the stab wounds. I know you guys found her on her back and didn't move her, so you may have missed this one. She had a stab wound that went nearly all the way through her neck. Sliced up her jugular and her voice box. Cause of death. All the other wounds, made with the same or a very similar knife, are on the back. But that's where it gets more interesting." "More interesting?" Catherine inquired, watching diligently as Doc went about his work. "Yeah, more interesting. These wounds were made approximately two days after your vic died. And, it's not set it stone, but for now an approximate time of death is 3-5 days ago." "So she was stabbed two days after she was killed? Who'd want to do that? But at least it explains the lack of blood on the wounds. Can you get the rest of the report to me by end of shift?" Catherine's mind danced around the idea of the post-mortem stab wounds, trying to think of who they knew who might have wanted to do such a thing. "I don't know Catherine, but for you I'll give it a try. No promises." Doc said as continued his work. "Did you want to know about the old wounds?" "Shit. Yeah, Doc. Lay it on me." She had completely forgotten that Doc said there were old healed wounds. As soon as Doc estimated time of death and told her about the wounds, her mind started racing with new possibilities. "Your vic has been used and abused in the past. She has had broken ribs, broken arms, broken wrists and a broken jaw. Most of the injuries, are relatively recent. By that, I mean within the past five years. She should have extensive hospital records somewhere. She was roughed up a lot." "Doc, you are a fountain of information. I think it's time I find Sara and we haul in some interviewees." Catherine said as she started to head out the door. "Catherine?" Doc asked before she got out the door. "Yes, Doc?" "Speaking of Sara, when are you going to make your move?" Doc said with a small smirk. "What!" Catherine said completely shocked. "Make my move? Why Doc I have no idea what you're talking about." "Come on Catherine, it's so obvious. I may spend all my time with dead people, but I'm not blind. You've been looking at her like she's a snack for the past few months. I see things, I observe. Did you know that sometimes she looks at you the same? Of course, she's oblivious to the fact that you have your eyes on her." Doc smirked as Catherine's face turned a new shade of red. "Well Doc I had no idea you watched us like that." "Doesn't take much watching, it's pretty obvious. Besides there's enough sexual tension up there that even I can't stand it and try to run away as fast as possible." Doc chuckled at his own joke. "Well, if it matters that much to you, and you can keep it a secret, I'm gonna make my move at end of shift. So get me that report so I can wrap this up by then and get on with my date." Catherine said before rushing out of the morgue. Sara rushed into the lab trying her hardest not to think about the possibility that Catherine considered their breakfast a possible date. Dammit, just by her saying date, she's got me giddy as a school girl again. Calm down Sara. Control. But she failed miserably and as soon as Greg saw her he couldn't help but ask. "Solve your case without me, huh Sara?" "What? No. I was just coming in to see if CODIS gave you anything." Sara looked at him puzzled as to why he had assumed the case was solved. "Huh. By that grin on your case I had assumed you were coming in to tell me you figured it out yourself and didn't need my answers." "Nope. Still need to know, so quit dancing around it. Did CODIS get hit or not?" Sara realized too late that her tone had been a little curt and she had come off sounding irritated. "Okay, okay, okay. Before you try to beat it out of me, CODIS hit. Got one Eliza McCoy. It's her blood on the knife." "Tell me you pulled the report," Sara was getting excited about this. CODIS wouldn't have hit if Eliza hadn't been arrested for something. "Domestic battery. Arrested three times. All within the past three years." "Greg, I could kiss you!" "Okay," Greg said all too eagerly as he turned his flushed cheek to receive his prize. Not getting one, he opened eyes he hadn't realized he closed, only to find Sara gone. Just outside the lab, Sara and Catherine crossed paths. "I've got to talk to you," Catherine said, pulling Sara into the conference room they were in earlier. "Great, me too," Sara said, secretly enjoying the slightly forceful way Catherine pulled her into the room. "Doc says the stab wounds in the back were post-mortem. About two days post-mortem. And our vic has a lot of previously broken bones. Seems like she was abused." "Yep, and I know by whom. I just talked with Greg and he got a hit on CODIS. Eliza McCoy has been arrested three times for domestic battery. All within the past three years." Sara's eyes twinkled with delight that she had been right to run the sample through CODIS. Damn, she looks lickable when her eyes light up like that. Whoa, Catherine, bad thoughts again. You really should concentrate more on the work at hand. But she make's it so hard. She's close enough to kiss and I can smell something faintly vanilla when she's close. I bet her skin tastes like vanilla. Focus Catherine, no more of those bad thoughts, not now. Sara hadn't noticed Catherine's lapse of attention, except that she saw her eyes darken a shade while she processed the information. At least that what Sara thought was going on in her mind. Little did she know. "I'll call Brass and get him to work on locating Ms. McCoy. See if she left a forwarding address at her old place or not. Meanwhile, I think it might be best I went and talked with Jonathan." "Want me to come along?" "No, you stay here and process the rest of the evidence from the scene and see if you can come up with something useful. Grissom might begin to think we forgot how to do our jobs if we spend all of our time doing the interviews. I should be back soon. Looks he lives pretty close to here actually." Catherine said as she walked out the door. Definitely can't have her coming along with me. I don't know what it is about her today, but she is driving my senses insane. I just about told her I thought she was lickable, for god's sake. Got to regain the control. But just like a hormone-driven teenager, her mind soon reverted to Sara. Wonder if she's a good kisser? Oooh, I wonder if she's ticklish? Catherine's mind kept wandering back to Sara on her way out the building and to the Tahoe. Sara, back in the conference room, was wondering about Catherine. If I didn't know better, I'd swear it was a bit of desire I saw in her eyes. ********************************************************************** Speak to me people, still good? Feed the feedback monster. (Which by the way is me)