The man stood with a gun in his hand, his whole body was shaking, he was scared. "Don't move," he yelled, "Don't nobody move."

He fanned his gun back and forth at a crowd of just as scared hostages.

The young man had entered the convenience store with the intention to rob it. When he showed his gun the owner pulled a gun too, the young man shot him. A passer-by heard the shot and called 911, soon the building was surrounded by officers and SWAT personal making the young man even more nervous.

Captain James Brass, LVPD, was using a blow horn, trying to calm the boy down and get him to surrender.

The door to the ladies room opened the occupant started down the isle when, in a mirror she seen the young boy. Her brain kicked into overdrive as slowly she inched toward him, her foot accidentally kicked a can that lay on the floor, the young man turned and shot - missing her.

She flew at him, knocking him to the ground and disarming him. Jim heard the shot he and his men burst into the door, weapons drawn.

"Code 4, suspect down," she yelled.

Jim holstered his weapon, "Sara?"

An officer cuffed the young man.

"What the hell?" Jim asked.

Sara smiled, "I was on my way into work and stopped for a juice. I decided I needed to use the can."

"Ok," Jim said.

Sara went on to tell him about the things that happened from that point on.

"So you just decide to play hero," Jim said.

"Let's just say I disarmed the suspect with no one else getting hurt," she said.

Later that day Sara stood in front of Gil Grissom, her supervisor. After chewing her out he looked deep into her eyes, "For Gods sake Sara, you could have been killed."

"I wasn't," she said.

Gil caressed Sara's cheek, "I love you, I can't stand the thought of loosing you."

Sara touched his hand, "I know. I love you too. But you can't stop me from doing what I was trained to do."

Gil smiled at her, he knew she was right, "Meet you at the house."

Sara nodded and walked out the door.

Gil and Sara had been living together for well over six months now, the only ones that knew were those that had to - well until now. David Hodges, who had some paperwork he needed to give Grissom, had been standing just outside the door, his mouth fell to the floor when he overheard them. Quickly he turned and walked back to the trace lab.

"Did you give that stuff to Grissom?" Wendy asked.

Hodges just stood there, his face white as a sheet.

"Hodges what is it?" Wendy asked.

David told her all he had seen and heard.

"We should keep this to ourselves," Wendy said.

David agreed but what they did not know was that Molly, one of the secretaries and the biggest mouth in the building, had overheard them, within minutes the whole crime lab knew Gil and Sara's business.

It took well over a month for people to stop looking at and talking about "the Grissom and Sara" thing and start talking about other things.

It was a week later that Gil received a note, it was a love poem by William Shakespeare. Gil smiled, he was sure Sara had sent it. Sara was off that day but Gil had to work. It was one of those days that EVERYTHING went wrong, the words of love was just what he needed to pick up his spirits.

He was home now. Gil kissed her.

"Shower," Sara said, "I'll have dinner by time you are done."

The rest of the evening was spent just enjoying each others company. Gil and Sara were sitting on the sofa, he was just about to say something about the poem she had sent when Sara nuzzled at his ear, she had other things on her mind.

Sara took his hand and led him to their room. They kissed as they slowly undressed each other. Gil eased Sara to the bed, he kissed her neck then Gil started tracing a pleasure path to her right breast where he took the pert nipple into his mouth, his hand easing down to the curly mound causing a soft moan to escape from some where deep inside of Sara.

Smiling Gil inserted first one them a second finger all the while rubbing her erect nub. Sara moan louder as Gil continued fingering her and rubbing her clit with his thumb, never leaving her nipples.

Just them a soft whimper was heard as the orgasm hit and her juices flowed over Gil's hand.

Sara body trembled, Gil moved his lips to hers and kissing her he positioned himself above her. Gil entered her.

Her walls, still contracting, acted to stimulate Gil's already throbbing manhood. Sara moaned loudly, pushing her hips into his, begging his to move faster. Gil was now slamming into her as hard and as fast as he could.

Their cries of ecstasy filled the room as they reached their high and climaxed at the same time moaning the other's name. Their bodies trembled as the two of them came down from their climax.

Gil gently placing soft kisses on her eyes, brow, and lips. He rolled off of her and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her tightly. When their bodies settled to some sense of normality Gil kissed her.

"I wanted to thank you for the little gift you sent me, love," Gil said, "It was just what I needed."

Sara looked at him, "What gift?"

"The poem," he said, wondering why she would ask such a question.

"I never sent you anything," Sara said.

Gil looked at her, "You didn't?"

"Perhaps I should be jealous, it looks like you have a secret admirer," Sara said.

Gil just dismissed it as sleep found them.

Gil never mentioned it again but the next day he received a second one. Everyday for the rest of the week Gil received a different poem, now he was beginning to become concerned.

The same day he received the third poem he was called to a local hotel. The owner found the body of a woman in one of the rooms. Gil stood over the body, a shiver ran down his spine, she was the same weight and height as Sara and her eyes and hair color matched too. Pinned to her shirt was a large piece of paper, the only thing on it was a large Y.

"C.O.D?" Gil asked Dave.

"None apparent," Dave Phillips, assistant coroner said, "I'll know more when we get her back."

"Call me," Gil said.

The room was processed and nothing was found. Gil went to see doc, "What do we have?"

"It's the weirdest thing," Dr. Robbins said, "She died from spider venom."

Gil looked at him, "What?"

"That's what I said," doc said, "I ran some tests and the cause of death is venom form a black widow spider."

"There is no sign of a spider bite," Gil said.

"I know," Doc said, "She was not bitten, it was injected."

Gil gathered the rest of the team to fill them in.

"How would you get enough venom to do that?" Nick asked.

"You can milk them just like a snake," Gil said, "Gather the venom and inject it."

"I have never heard of such a thing," Catherine said.

"Neither have I," Sara added, "It is strange."

Things were about to get even stranger, two days later, a second body was found. Once again the female had the same physical traits as Sara, once again the only thing on the body was a large piece of paper with a large Y on it and once again the cause of death was an injection of snake venom.

*** I am no expert in the field of spiders or spider bites so I am sure this is not accurate, but it does fit the story. Please over look my mistakes and enjoy the story, thanks Tris J. ***