Roxie

Rating: T

Summary: An amnesia with a twist. Catherine gets attacked at a scene, goes into a coma and wakes up... not herself. I know, I know, I hurt her a lot in my fics. Haha but I really do like her! Not trying to be mean, although I guess I am. Haha

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. However if you’re selling it, I swear I’ll place the highest bid!

Chapter 1

Grissom and Catherine walked into their crime scene for the night. A 20 year old was found dead up in his bedroom and Grissom went up to investigate it.

“I’ll be upstairs with the body, you stay down here and do a walk through.” he said as he walked up the stairs. Catherine clicked on her flashlight and began to look around the living room for evidence. She walked around carefully taking in the details of the room. She noticed a door that was in between the entry way to the kitchen from the living room. It was open and she thought she heard it creak. She slowly approached the door and pulled in open wider. She didn’t have time to even think when a man jumped out, grabbed her by the hair and kneed her in the stomach. Catherine tried to scream in pain but the wind was knocked out of her by the man’s blow. He tossed her through the door which led to the basement. She tumbled down the stairs in all different directions and landed in a thud at the bottom. She lied in her own blood pool at the bottom of the stairs, unconscious.

Grissom thought he heard a yelp downstairs and decided to make sure everything was okay. He slowly descended the stairs from the upper level of the house to the middle level. He didn’t see Catherine anywhere though. “Catherine?” he called out, still standing on the stairs, waiting for a response. He never got one. “Cath? You there?” he vacated his place on the bottom stair and continued to walk through the living room looking around. He didn’t see a trace of her. He then saw a light flashing from the kitchen, it was low on the ground. He assumed her flashlight had fallen on the ground. He drew his gun and continued to look around cautiously. “Catherine?” he called a little louder this time. He, again, waited for a response. “Catherine!” he yelled it now, scared of where she could be. He reached the kitchen where he saw her flashlight on the floor and the door to the basement open. He peered down into the blackness of the basement. He flashed a beam of light down there and saw Catherine lying at the bottom of the stairs. “Somebody call an ambulance! We have an officer down!” he screamed to the cops outside, taking witness’ statements and ran down the stairs. He checked her pulse and was relieved when he found one. He saw the pool of blood coming from her head and saw the nasty gash she had on her forehead. The ambulance arrived in record time and took Catherine away to the hospital. Grissom watched it drive away as Brass approached him.

“We got a suspect in custody. We caught him running out of the yard right before you found Catherine.” Grissom shot Brass a grave look and turned back to where the ambulance had been.