S.C.A.R.E.D.?

By: mj0621

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or anything that has anything to do with it. And never will.

Pairing: G/C, N/S, W/OC, Greg/OC

Summary: Grissom's mind was going crazy. What if he would never see Catherine again? What if they were too late?

Spoilers: none…I think.

Feedback: I would like some…as a newbie, I'll learn from it. I'll prepare myself.

Author's Notes: Uh…I'm a little unsure 'bout my other fics so I thought to write another one. I'll finish them all when I feel like it then post them. Promise. This fic just popped out of my mind. Sorry for the mistakes, all mine. And this is my first fic with chapters that I almost finish yehay for me.

Chapter 1: Creepy Mailman

It's raining hard in Las Vegas and it seems no one in the graveshift seems to notice. The supervisor, Gil Grissom was having some problems with one of his personnel.

"ONE CASE?"

Grissom eyed at her and said "Yes. One murder case."

"That's great! Just great! I'm gonna take that case then."

"You can't decide because the others are not yet here."

"Hysterical. That's like saying wait for the eggs to hatch." Sara said rather sarcastically.

"So why come early if you know you'd have to wait?"

"I needed to avoid my creepy mailman. He keeps peeking in my window."

"Creepy mailman? Why not call the cops?"

"I tried it. It's no use. He just keeps coming back every night before shift."

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Hey there boss, Sara." He smiled at both of them. "Greg mentioned another argument that he heard in here."

"What a snoop." Sara creased her brows.

"Watch the temper Sara. Or is it the tim-"

"Shut up."

"Okay!" Nick held his hands up to surrender. "I give up. Forgive me your highness."

Sara couldn't help but to smile at him. Then Warrick entered the room.

"Hi Griss, guys." He looked at Griss who was smiling while looking at Nick and Sara's interaction. "Catherine's coming. Heard from Greg that there's a war in here. So where is it?"

Taking his eyes off Sara for a moment, Nick said"Sorry War, there ain't one no more."

"Damn, didn't even see it. Well…what's it all about anyway?"

Suddenly, Sara remembered what she was angry about. He looks at Grissom and said "So? Can I get the case now?"

Grissom simply said "No."

"WHAT? And why not?"

"Now this is what I'm looking for." Warrick said as Nick smiled.

"Catherine's not here yet."

Sara was about to retort when…

"I'm here. What do ya need from me?"

"About time. Sheesh. Now can I get the case?"

"What's with the temper?" Catherine sees the folder on the table and frowned. "I like that case. I don't wanna wait for another case that will take years from waiting."

"Well both of you will get the case. Work together if that means awfully important to you." Grissom knew he chose the wrong words as he received two narrow glances from the two ladies.

"I surely don't want to be Griss right now." Nick whispered to Warrick. Warrick grinned.

Greg's head suddenly popped in by the doorway. "Hi guys! What's up?" Sara's eyes suddenly widen as she saw Greg. "Don't wanna be Greg either." Warrick whispered to Nick as Nick chuckled.

"Greg you're so dead." Sara hissed at Greg.

He felt he was in trouble again and said "Well…got to go now." as he left.

"Let's go Catherine."

"Yeah. Crime scene's better than blabbing people and the creepy mailman that's peeking in my window every night before shift."

"You too?"

"Why? Is he peeking in your window too?"

"Yeah."

"Before shift?"

"Yes."

"Creepy and weird."

"Second to that. Lets get going."

"Let's go then."

The men stared at them as they left. Then Grissom said "Weird how women talk like there are no other people around."

"Yeah. And creepy mailman? Boss don't ya think we should check that out?"

"Well…I have paper work to do, are you willing anyway?"

"Sure boss. Don't want the ladies creep out. Right War?"

"Yeah. So Griss what's it gonna be?"

"Well, it's not our job…yet but we could just find information about that "creepy" mailman. When a case is available, you take it. Am I clear?"

"Yes boss."

"Just keep me posted 'bout that "creepy" mailman."

"Ok Griss. So I'm gonna check out all the mailman in the city."

"I'll talk to the neighbors of Cath and Sara if they experienced and saw the "creepy" mailman."

"Good. I'll be in here to wait for Brass for any cases and going to ask him about any disturbances that involves the creepy mailman."

"We're going now boss."

"Ok."

…(--)--- ()--- ( )…

Sara and Catherine were driving to the crime scene…

"So Cath, when did the creepy mailman started to show up in your house?"

"Uh…about a week and a half ago. Lindsey was the one who saw him. She called me and when I reached for the curtains he stood up and ran away. Scared the hell out of Linds. How 'bout you?"

"Exactly two weeks. I just came out of the showers when I saw him outside the window. I was about to scream at him but he ran away."

"I'm going to do the same way if you'll scream at me too." Cath said as she giggled.

"Ha ha Cath." But she started to snigger too.

They arrived at the alley where the body was found. It was a lady in her mid-30 with red hair.

"She's pretty. Suicide maybe?" Sara said as she looked around the body for evidence.

"She fell and the look in her eyes says it was murder." Catherine answered as she was looking up where the body might have fell.

Jim Brass walked towards them and informed them "Amy Rosenberg, 37 years old, lives two blocks away. The old woman there called the police for some foul dead odor. Guess she wasn't wrong about the dead part huh?"

"Uh Cath, her house is a block away from where I live."

"Are you thinking…?"

"Creepy mailman" they said in unison.

TBC……………