Disclaimer: I keep wishing to own them, but it hasn't come true yet.
Genre: A/U (slight)
Pairing: GSR baby!
Rating: M
Summary: Do you ever wonder what Grissom's 'so many reasons' are for collecting blood?
A/N: This will have similar features to Wolvgambit's Forbidden Hunger fic, but soon takes off in a completely different direction. Any further similarities are pure coincidence. I started writing this in June 2008, though it does fit the qualifications for the current challenge on GSRForeverLove. This will be a lengthy fic and I hven't finished writing it.
A/N2: No beta on this one, all mistakes are mine.
Feeding Time
I am so hungry! Grissom thought to himself in the confines of his office. He then pulled a diary out of his desk. Upon opening to the correct entry, he smiled and then had to concentrate on quelling the reaction in both his pants and his mouth. Gil Grissom keeps a terrible secret; he is a vampire. He'd been one since he had been bitten nearly twenty-five years previous. Slowly, he'd been using his job to his advantage. He now worked the nightshift, which was a major plus and now, as supervisor and geek extraordinaire, he'd put everyone on a regular blood donation schedule. Everyone assumed it was for his on-going experiments, and he made sure to save some for that reason. Tonight however, the smile is caused by the fact that his favorite blood would be donated the very next week. He took a moment to put his body under control and rose to join his team in the break room.
"Good evening everyone." Various greetings were murmured back to him.
"Warrick and Nick, you have a homicide. Ladies, you have one as well and a suspect is already in custody for you. Greg, you're solo tonight. As for me, I have experiments to run so before you leave, Warrick, you're up to donate tonight and Sara, you'll be next week." Warrick nodded and the assignment slips were handed to Nick, Catherine and Greg respectively. Everyone in the room left and Grissom took a few seconds to watch Sara walk away before returning to his office. Warrick was already rolling up his sleeve, cuing Grissom to gather the blood draw kit.
"So, Griss, what experiments will you be performing with my blood?"
"I haven't decided yet. I've got a few in mind that I've been pondering." Grissom answered vaguely. He had to put more concentration into keeping his body under control than he did drawing the man's blood. He was selective about his intake, staying mainly with the team. He tapped the lab techs on occasion if he was desperate. Occasionally, small animals met their demise at his hands. Ten minutes later, Warrick was on his way to meet Nick. The blood was stored in his mini refrigerator to be consumed in the privacy of his on home. He proceeded to take some of Hodge's blood for his experiment.
I need to come up with something better. I need to eat a full meal more regularly than this. He thought and then almost at the same time, his thoughts drifted to Sara. He thought about how nice it would be to invite her into his dark world. He stayed in his daydream for only a moment as this was not the time, nor the place to have such thoughts.
Near the end of shift, he picked up on Sara's voice. Her scent soon followed as she and Catherine walked past his office. God, she smells great! He thought. He was very in tune with her body, and had been since the moment they'd met. He would often tease her in order to note the changes in her physiology. He would hear her heart rate increase and could never resist glancing at her neck to visually confirm his auditory clues. He knew when she had her period because the scent drove him out of his mind half with lust and half with hunger. He particularly enjoyed the scent of her arousal when he looked at her in just the right way.
Catherine burst into his daydream by dropping a report on his desk. He picked it up and scanned it carefully.
"What the hell is this?" He asked when he came across Sara's name in the file.
"Just what it says Sara was punched in the eye while questioning our suspect. She didn't retaliate either. I'm proud of her." Grissom never heard the last sentence. He tuned his senses into finding Sara. Her heartbeat led him to the break room where she was putting together an ice bag. He could tell that she was feeling anger for not defending herself and hitting the suspect back and worried that she would have to wear a lot of make up for the next few days to cover up the bruise already forming on her face.
"Sara, come to my office as soon as you have you ice together." He said and she nodded. Her body slightly tensed and her pulse quickened. He turned and left, satisfied that she would find him momentarily. Thankfully, Catherine was gone by the time he returned.
He was just settling in behind his desk when he heard her telltale footsteps approaching.
"You wanted to see me?" Boy, is that a loaded question; I want more than that. He thought, but cleared his throat instead.
"Yes, please close the door and have a seat." He held up the report Catherine gave him and watched her sit in the chair cross from him.
"It's come to my attention that you received an injury during an altercation with a suspect." Sara nodded and put the ice pack on her eye. She wasn't looking at him full on, so he wasn't able to see the full extent of the damage. He let her be for now.
"Was this attack provoked?"
"Not like it was with Mr. Shelton," she said referring to a case from her first year in Vegas where she had deliberately provoked the suspect and openly accused him of abusing his wife.
"I just asked a question. Catherine heard me and Brass saw the whole thing."
"Are you ok?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I'm fine." Grrr! It's so irritating when she says that. He fought to keep his face neutral despite his angry thought.
"Let me see." He reached for the ice pack, but she leaned away from him.
"Griss, I'll be fine." she argued. He sighed.
"Sara, let me see."
"Fine!" She threw the ice pack at him and put her face in front of his desk lamp.
"See, it's fine, may I go now?"
"No." He remained calm and set the pack on his desk. He stood up, walked around to the front of his desk and carefully turned the light to shine on her delicate features. He reached out and cautiously probed the new bruise; thoroughly enjoying the effects it produced on her body. Satisfied that she was telling the truth, he picked up the ice pack and put it on her face. Her hand came up to cover his. It was actually a pretty intimate moment; one he chose to savor. He removed his hand, but didn't move away from her.
"Thank you." She whispered and then the moment was broken by a knock on the door. Grissom immediately went behind his desk.
"Come in." Catherine appeared and started speaking before she saw everyone in the room.
"Hey Gil, have you seen…oh, Sara there you are. I've been looking for you."
"You found me." Sara stated the obvious.
"Good, we need to start processing." Sara looked to Grissom.
"Are we through?"
"Yes." Sara stood and followed Catherine out the door. Grissom watched them leave. With each passing minute, it was getting harder to fight with his body and with his emotions. He was going to tell her and soon.
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A/N: So, feed my insecurities and leave me a review. Should I continue?
Have a great day everyone! Kelly
