Author's Note:
Wow… this is my first ever fic. I am so proud of myself! Well if you like it or don't like it, that's up to you. I would appreciate reviews from everyone, but it's not necessary. I just want you guys to enjoy a little quality time with the guys (and gals haha)from my favorite show. Well, I love Grissom and Catherine (it was hard to decide between him and Warrick actually because they are both so good with Catherine… hmmm…). I tried to make this fic mostly accurate to the personalities of the original characters, but some alterations were necessary… Sorry if I upset any of you! Well, without further ado, here is the prologue to my first ever fanfic!
She was perfect. The One. He knew from the first moment he laid eyes on her. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated her feminine features, casting shadows on her porcelain skin. She was delicate and tough, smooth and sharp. "Altogether contradicting" he though to himself, "but utterly tempting."She pretended not to notice him, not to feel him there; but he knew she was completely aware of him. He could see it in the casual glance over her shoulder, and in the graceful arch of her neck while she wrote. She was so intuitive. He knew this right away. Oh how he loved her, and tonight he would tell her so.The sight of her only confirmed his belief. Yes, she was the one. And tonight was the night.
Moonlight bathed the spot where he crouched before her window. The night was cool and his breath came in short clouds of fog. The crickets played their familiar symphony to the stars while clouds danced across the sky. He had been watching her for three long nights now, and the excitement was overwhelming him. He told himself that he would not allow his anticipation to destroy his plan, but he was so anxious, so-anxious, to wrap his hands around that silky throat, and hear the sound of her voice for the first time. The last time.
The crunch of his footsteps on the gravel drive threatened his position. She slowly rose from her seat at the desk in her bedroom and walked to the window where only moments before he had been watching her. He made his way slowly, cautiously, to the rear of the house. There the back door was unlocked, as he had discovered in the past nights. He silently slipped inside, padded the sixteen plush-carpeted steps to her bedroom door, and finally heard the sound of Sara Sidle's sweet, throaty scream before all was silent once more.