Title: Inescapable Conclusion (my thanks goes to My Kate for this!)
Summary: Grissom and Sara are locked up in a hotel room in Vegas, Grissom thinks back about how they got there in the first place.
Pairing: GSR.
Genre: Angst/Romance I suppose.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own CSI nor it's characters. I'm only borrowing them for a little wee while until I finish this fanfiction and borrow them for another one.
''Imagine the fact of being locked up in a room with a very attractive woman, someone you secretly have a crush on. Exploiting the situation would be one solution, a solution many would choose but being that woman's boss, it wouldn't be a very wise one – would it? We, I suppose mostly me because I'm the one who's actually thinking about something obscure and absurd as thís, should reconsider and think of the consequences.
I suppose I should first inform you how we actually got in this situation before dealing with it.''
''It was a few weeks ago when we first heard about him – him would be the cold and bitter person who locked us up in here, in this ridiculous hotel room with the oh-so appealing king-sized bed in the first place. I can't quite come up with his name at the moment but it'll get back to me soon, I hope,'' Grissom paused for a moment before thinking further, ''Anyway, a month or so ago I got a call from Jim Brass, a good friend of mine whom I've known for years now – he reported that there was a 419 and claimed that it was urgent. I immediately asked for the location and went to the crime scene with Sara Sidle, one fine CSI and the one I'm currently locked up with.'' He paused yet again, took a deep breath and exhaled deeply.
'' We arrived at the crime scene; The Venetian Resort. I have to admit it, I was quite surprised to hear that a murder had hold place in this expensive hotel – you would've expected better security.
When we met Brass in front of the hotel room door, he didn't hesitate and immediately took us inside. Before going inside, I noticed that the scene was a perfect Murder Central. He showed us the scene. He mumbled something under his breath but I could hear the words 'sick bastard' clearly. David Phillips, our coroner but more known as Super Dave, was kneeling down next to the feminine body, closely examining her. She was a brunette, fairly tall for a woman, eyes were wide-open – apparently brownish. She was around age 30 – 35 and Caucasian.
She was tied up to the bed with ropes. Both hands at opposite ends of the bed, the same happened with the feet as well. The ropes were cutting into her flesh, though. Something was stuffed into her mouth, similar fabric as that of a towel but it was too small for something like that. I noted myself that it was most likely a washcloth. To prevent the victim from spitting out the washcloth, a small piece of duck tape was taped over the fabric. She wasn't wearing any clothes, revealing the damage upon her body. I remember the fact that I immediately looked at Sara and asked her if she was okay, her response was bleak; some vague nods while she swallowed hard. I raised my eyebrow and noted the wounds; she had multiple bruises all over her body; especially around her neck, which gave us a possible COD; strangulation. She had some small cuts as well, but none were to cause serious damage. We walked closer to Super Dave while he removed the thermometer, ' Liver temperature is close to ambient.,' he paused to examine further, ' Lividity is fixed.' He paused one more time to remove the duck tape softly so that no evidence would be damaged, he did so the same with the washcloth and opened her mouth to look inside, 'Rigidity is starting to pass – she's been dead for more then 20 hours.' ''
Grissom paused and thought deeper, '' I asked who found her, Jim said that one of the cleaners found her in this position and immediately warned her superior, who called the police department. Super Dave looked at me and said one word, exactly what I had thought earlier, 'Strangulation'. I nodded and looked at the piece of fabric that had been in the victim's mouth. I grabbed it, looked closely at the piece of duck tape upon it and tried to dust for fingerprints on it – no luck and I was positive that this wasn't Super Dave's fault, if so, it might've given us a partial. I bagged it anyways, along with the washcloth and looked around the room. Everything looked untouched, clean – as if the cleaners had just stopped by and cleaned the room a few minutes ago before we arrived and we were the new owners of the room for the weekend. Sara must've noticed what I would've thought at that moment because she immediately said, 'Seems like a pro'. I remember turning around while grinning, 'It's in every humans nature to make mistakes.' The next following hours were filled with searching for anything that looked like evidence, starting from the bed. In the end, we only got lucky with some semen on the bed, a few hairs - which were hiding in the bed sheets, a few toe-partials – leverage obviously, a fingerprint on the bathroom door and a Jane Doe.''
Grissom looked up to look at Sara, who was standing with her back against him. He knew for a fact that she was as uncomfortable as him – but probably for different reasons then the king-sized bed between them. He sighed a little due to the fact that she had been silent the whole time, completely ignoring him but he continued anyways, '' The hours after getting back at the Crime Lab passed by slowly while we visited the morgue and searched in the database for a potential killer, who would've figured it ended up blank?
We learned that she was forcefully pinned down, causing the bruises on her wrists. Soon enough, after noticing every bruise, we made the conclusion that our 'guy', as Sara would've put it, was a very violent man. After tying her up, he probably would've tried to shut her up with the washcloth and the duck tape upon it. Very soon after duck taping her, he strangled her. We thought that, before strangling her, he raped her but after the more victims that followed, we started to doubt that theory and we learned that he raped them after they were strangled.''
'' We were on a dead end for a week, might've even been around 2 weeks, I'm not too sure. All I know, is that suddenly Jim called me on my cell phone and informed me that 'he' was back. I immediately went to Sara, grabbed her by the arm and took her with me. Jim was right – it was a different hotel but it was also the perfect Murder Central with the same way of killing. The victim looked the same as his first victim; brunette, brown eyes, around her 30's-35's, fairly tall. We immediately knew we were dealing with a serial killer.''
A/N: I know it looks kinda dull at the moment and I can't promise how many chapters there will be coming, probably not that many though (I suppose 2- 3 more, perhaps even less!).. but if you even have read some of my works, you'll figure things out, I'm sure ;). I still need a title for this story, does someone have a good one in mind?
I also would like to thank a good friend of mine who gave me the idea of writing this, thank you so much, I owe you!! (you know who you are ).