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a short period of time to entertain other readers. Enjoy.
Chapter One. Resume the peace.
The faint swinging noise was getting on everyone's nerves. The body had yet to be cut down as the team were examining the place for evidence and clues. The young woman laid limply, the noose around her neck, the skin bright red. Her eyes were ghostly, her skin pale. She hung from a tree in the garden from her apartment. Gil Grissom looked at her for another minute, shaking his head. It was a shame, how could someone kill a woman as beautiful as her? She was only young. There were no marks to insure that it wasn't a suicide, but murder couldn't be ruled out.
Sarah looked over at Grissom, a cigarette butt in her hand. They had been getting on rather well and now and then, they wouldn't go out for breakfast with each other. Nevertheless, Grissom was still distant. There would be times she would be speaking to him and it would look as if he were somewhere else. Sometimes she thought he would be ignoring her, he would then give her one of his confused looks and apologise asking her to repeat what she had said. That had bugged Sara, he would be fine at times, but when he changed, he couldn't speak to her although he knew she was there for him. Something was definitely wrong, but he would never share his troubles with her. It disappointed her, and yet scared her at the same time.
"Sara!" Nick walked over to her slowly a look of concern on her face.
"Yeh, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, you just looked.....like you weren't here anymore. And I couldn't help thinking you might be checkin Grissom's ass out."
He sniggered and gave her a small wink.
"Wow, nick you should become a comedian you really are a funny guy!"
Nick looked at her and then down to her hand. He could see the cigarette butt. It had pink lipstick on it. A shade that the victim wasn't accustomed to wearing. He raised an eyebrow at Sara and she then remembered she had found it.
"I found this beside that bush over there" She pointed towards a green blaring bush. It looked spiky yet beautiful. "I don't think it's the vic's. Maybe the murderer's?"
"Yeh Grissom is looking near the body to see if the perp left anything."
She nodded and looked back over at Grissom, he was kneeling staring at the ground, a look of thought on his face. He raised an eyebrow and picked something up. Looking over it carefully, he brushed a little soil from it and bagged it. He felt a little tickle at the back of his neck, as if someone was looking at him. He looked up towards Sara and noticed she was staring at him. She smiled at him, her toothy grin she only saved for him. He gave her a half smile and got back to bagging the evidence.
"What's that you have there?"
Grissom looked up once again and came face to face with Catherine. He gave her one of his stoic expressions and handed her the bag.
"It looks like a broken nail. There's a little blood on it there..." He pointed to it with his gloved finger. "I think there was a little struggle here. So it looks like we're looking for someone with a broken nail."
"Well, Sara just found a cigarette butt. So it looks as if we are looking for a WOMAN, with a broken nail."
He nodded and shouted David over.
"David, the body is all yours."
Grissom got up and walked over towards Nick. He looked at Sara for a while; she was bent down looking at something. How he wished he could bend down and put his lips to her beautiful neck. He couldn't help staring. He was broken out of his reverie by nick.
"Uh...Grissom, you ok?"
Grissom looked at him and nodded quickly.
"I'm fine Nick, have you found anything else?"
"Nothing as of yet boss, we're still looking though."
Grissom cleared his throat and put his hand on Sara's shoulder. She jumped a little and looked up.
"Sara, could I have a word with you?"
She eyed him warily and nodded.
"Sure Griss." As they walked into the shadow for some privacy nick called over Warrick.
"Look at that man...I caugh Sara starin at Grissom a while ago..and now I catch Grissom starin at Sara..you think somethings goin on ?"
"It's none of our business Nick..but let's hope whatever it is that's happening between them is makin them happy.
A/N This is my first CSI fanfic that I've actually wrote and posted. I hope I don't have any of the characters out of character and I would hope that you pleasant people out there would like to review my work. Thank you.
Dr Lecter
Chapter One. Resume the peace.
The faint swinging noise was getting on everyone's nerves. The body had yet to be cut down as the team were examining the place for evidence and clues. The young woman laid limply, the noose around her neck, the skin bright red. Her eyes were ghostly, her skin pale. She hung from a tree in the garden from her apartment. Gil Grissom looked at her for another minute, shaking his head. It was a shame, how could someone kill a woman as beautiful as her? She was only young. There were no marks to insure that it wasn't a suicide, but murder couldn't be ruled out.
Sarah looked over at Grissom, a cigarette butt in her hand. They had been getting on rather well and now and then, they wouldn't go out for breakfast with each other. Nevertheless, Grissom was still distant. There would be times she would be speaking to him and it would look as if he were somewhere else. Sometimes she thought he would be ignoring her, he would then give her one of his confused looks and apologise asking her to repeat what she had said. That had bugged Sara, he would be fine at times, but when he changed, he couldn't speak to her although he knew she was there for him. Something was definitely wrong, but he would never share his troubles with her. It disappointed her, and yet scared her at the same time.
"Sara!" Nick walked over to her slowly a look of concern on her face.
"Yeh, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, you just looked.....like you weren't here anymore. And I couldn't help thinking you might be checkin Grissom's ass out."
He sniggered and gave her a small wink.
"Wow, nick you should become a comedian you really are a funny guy!"
Nick looked at her and then down to her hand. He could see the cigarette butt. It had pink lipstick on it. A shade that the victim wasn't accustomed to wearing. He raised an eyebrow at Sara and she then remembered she had found it.
"I found this beside that bush over there" She pointed towards a green blaring bush. It looked spiky yet beautiful. "I don't think it's the vic's. Maybe the murderer's?"
"Yeh Grissom is looking near the body to see if the perp left anything."
She nodded and looked back over at Grissom, he was kneeling staring at the ground, a look of thought on his face. He raised an eyebrow and picked something up. Looking over it carefully, he brushed a little soil from it and bagged it. He felt a little tickle at the back of his neck, as if someone was looking at him. He looked up towards Sara and noticed she was staring at him. She smiled at him, her toothy grin she only saved for him. He gave her a half smile and got back to bagging the evidence.
"What's that you have there?"
Grissom looked up once again and came face to face with Catherine. He gave her one of his stoic expressions and handed her the bag.
"It looks like a broken nail. There's a little blood on it there..." He pointed to it with his gloved finger. "I think there was a little struggle here. So it looks like we're looking for someone with a broken nail."
"Well, Sara just found a cigarette butt. So it looks as if we are looking for a WOMAN, with a broken nail."
He nodded and shouted David over.
"David, the body is all yours."
Grissom got up and walked over towards Nick. He looked at Sara for a while; she was bent down looking at something. How he wished he could bend down and put his lips to her beautiful neck. He couldn't help staring. He was broken out of his reverie by nick.
"Uh...Grissom, you ok?"
Grissom looked at him and nodded quickly.
"I'm fine Nick, have you found anything else?"
"Nothing as of yet boss, we're still looking though."
Grissom cleared his throat and put his hand on Sara's shoulder. She jumped a little and looked up.
"Sara, could I have a word with you?"
She eyed him warily and nodded.
"Sure Griss." As they walked into the shadow for some privacy nick called over Warrick.
"Look at that man...I caugh Sara starin at Grissom a while ago..and now I catch Grissom starin at Sara..you think somethings goin on ?"
"It's none of our business Nick..but let's hope whatever it is that's happening between them is makin them happy.
A/N This is my first CSI fanfic that I've actually wrote and posted. I hope I don't have any of the characters out of character and I would hope that you pleasant people out there would like to review my work. Thank you.
Dr Lecter