Note from Katyrye:
This is an old story that I found on my live journal account under the name CSI Supervisor. I am posting it again with hopes that I can tweak it or reminisce about old stories. I love writing, but I am also a review whore. If you are on facebook, like my page. Have a good day
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Tittle: Followed
Author: Katyrye
Chapter: One
Rated: M
Disclaimer: Is my name Katy Grissom? Well, then there's your answer
I debated about posting this. It was one of my firsts.
I put my daughter to bed and let the dog out back. Gil had gone to work, leaving me alone with Emily for the night. The house had been locked up, so I headed to take my shower. I picked Emily's toys out of the bath and started my water. After making sure it wasn't scalding, I stepped under the spray and let my day wash away. I made a mental check list of what I had to do the next day; I had to pay our phone bills, make an appointment with the veterinarian, and make a trip to the grocery store. I rinsed my hair and stepped out of the shower.
"One way or another..." I sang as I toweled myself off.
I heard something crash in the living room and I grabbed my robe.
"Gil?" I called, shrugging my robe on and padding into the living room.
I didn't see anything at first. Hank was barking wildly at the back door.
"Hang on," I called.
Just then I turned and saw a man standing in my living room. I gasped and opened one of drawers in the kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife I could find. Before I could turn, he had grabbed me from behind. He slapped a hand over my mouth and wrapped one strong arm around me. My knife fell to the floor.
You can't do anything when you're grabbed like that.
You can't move when you're being held like that.
You can't scream.
I struggled against this intruder, but he held me tightly against his body. I could smell liquor on his breath as he dipped his head down to smell my skin. It was a sick and horrible smell, when it came from the mouth of a man like this.
When you're in this situation, you have a feeling of dread and you know what's about to happen. And you know how it's going to feel. Tears streamed down my face and I tried to cry out for someone... anyone. But the only thing I felt was his hand against my mouth, I swallowed my own screams. He slumped onto the floor with me and put his hand down my robe.
I shouldn't have come into the living room.
I should have run towards Emily's room and locked the door.
I should have called Gil.
I felt him pull my robe from my body; I had my eyes firmly closed. I didn't want to see what he was doing. He grabbed my breasts and I cried out. His hand remained on my mouth; I could hardly make any noise.
Think of something else
Think of something else
Think of Gil
Think of Gil
It's just Gil
It's your husband
But it wasn't.
000
Afterwards, I lay curled up on the floor. He didn't take any of our things and he never went back towards Emily's room. He didn't stay long after he was through with me; he just left out the front door. That I thought I had locked.
I pulled myself into sitting position and leaned against one of the bottom cabinets.
I had just been raped in my own home.
I grabbed my phone from off of the counter and contemplated calling for help. One side of my brain was telling me to just wash up and go to bed, that it'll pass. The other side told me to call Gil and get help. I had been on the police side of attacks before; someone could only get justice if they reached out for help. However, I didn't want help. I wanted to be alone.
I gently touched the side of my face, he had gotten in a few good smacks and there was no way I could hide it from Gil. I pulled my phone closer and dialed Gil.
"Grissom," He said when the phone connected.
He didn't need me bothering him right now, he was probably busy. Just the simple sound of his voice made me cry.
"Gil," I whispered.
"What's wrong?" He asked, he could tell I was crying.
"Can you come home?" I asked, wiping my eyes,
Gil was quiet for a minute. I could hear the noise in the background fade and I knew he was trying to find privacy so he could talk to me.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Is Emily okay?" He asked
I shook my head. "No," I answered.
"Sweetie, what's wrong? I'm on my way, but please tell me," Gil said.
I sniffed and wiped my eyes again. "Gil," I whispered.
"What, baby," He said.
I swallowed. "There was a man in our house. I came into the living room because I heard a noise," I said.
Gil was silent on the other end of the phone. I heard him let out a breath.
"It was my fault; I didn't make sure the doors were locked. I didn't set the alarm," I said, crying.
Gil was silent for a moment. "Did he hurt you?" He asked.
I lay back down on the floor and curled up. I didn't want to answer, it was my fault.
"Sara, tell me honey," Gil said.
I wiped my eyes as best I could again and took a deep breath.
"Yes," I said, crying.
Gil let out a breath. "I'm on my way, honey. I'm leaving right now," He said.
000
Gil stayed on the phone while her drove. He tried to get me to talk about what Emily had done before she went to bed. I knew he was trying to keep my mind off of it, but all I did was cry. I heard him pull into the driveway and get out of his car. He opened the front door and set his things down. He saw me curled up on the floor and rushed over to me.
"Honey," He said, lifting me up.
After her helped me sit up, I tried to lie back down. I was so tired.
"I'm going to call Catherine to come get Emily. I'm going to call Jim" Gil said, picking his phone up.
I nodded and tried to lie down again, it was hurting. Gil let me lay down this time, but he didn't move from his spot beside me.
000
Catherine and Brass arrived with the police. My house was all of a sudden very bright and filled with people. Gil had gotten me to move from my spot on the floor to the couch. Catherine went to Emily's room and emerged with her in her arms. She was still sleeping.
"Call me and let me know something." She said to Brass and Gil.
She smiled at me. "Sara, if you need anything call me." She said.
I nodded and watched as she left the house with Emily.
000
The paramedics brought me to Desert Palm, where I had a SAE kit down. I had always been the one to collect SAE kits and interview the victim, but this time I was on the receiving end. Brass pulled Gil away from me and the two men stepped out to talk. Catherine came into my room, smiling at me.
"Hey, how ya feeling?" She asked, setting her camera down.
I tried to put on my best fake-smile. "I'm doing better. The doctor gave me some pain killers, they're working wonders."
Catherine looked at my face and gently touched my bruise. "He got you good, didn't he?"
"I guess," I answered.
Catherine lifted her camera and focused on me. She snapped a few pictures and gently turned my head. I knew the routine, but I was too dazed to remember what to do.
"How's Emily?" I asked.
"Oh, she's fine. She's on the couch sleeping. Mom's with her," She said.
I nodded. "Good."
000
"It was him, Jim. I know it." Gil said.
Brass and Gil were standing outside Sara's room. Catherine had arrived to take pictures of Sara's bruised face.
"Don't jump to conclusions, Gil. We'll have the evidence we need soon enough, he got a good hit in so maybe he left some DNA on her," Brass replied.
It made Gil sick to think that intruder had gotten anything on his wife. For the past month LVPD had been hot on the trail of a serial rapist. They nabbed a suspect and Gil was sure that they had their man. However, somewhere someone had broken the chain of custody and all Gil's evidence was thrown out. Now the rapist was back on the streets, and Gil knew that the man had fingered Sara out.
"What should I do? Should I quit looking for him?" Gil asked.
"No. "Jim said.
"I don't know what to do now. I don't know if I can leave my family alone." Gil said, running his hand through his hair.
"I know how this is gone sound, but what he did to Sara could put him away. If we get him and Sara can Identify him somehow, then maybe the other women we step forward," Brass said
000
After Catherine left Gil came back in, holding a take-out bag from the deli I liked so much. That's one thing about Vegas, everything is always open.
"I got your favorite," He said, opening the bag and setting the contents onto my tray.
He had gotten me potato soup and a veggie sub. I was beginning to feel a lot better. Gil set his food on the small table next to my bed and took a bite of his sandwich. I didn't much care for my sub, but the soup was comforting. Before I knew it, I had finished my entire container of soup.
"Honey, do you mind if I ask you something. Try to answer the best you can, okay," Gil said, putting our garbage back into the bag.
"I'll try." I said. What else could he ask the police hadn't already?
"Do you remember anything about him? Did he say something to you?" He asked.
I sighed and shook my head. "Gil, I've already been asked that by the officers AND Catherine. I didn't see his face. He didn't speak to me, he just grabbed me." I said.
"Do you remember his shape? How tall he was?" He asked.
I closed my eyes and tried to think. "He was taller than you. I can't really judge him from a distance, but when he was holding me he was taller than you by about a foot. And he was skinner than you, scrawny kind of, but he had muscles on his arms. His hair was long and it was in a ponytail. He smelled like... liquor and...something else, something...dirty." I recounted.
Grissom nodded. "Anything else you can think of?" He asked.
I shook my head. "That's all. I wish I could remember something useful, but I didn't get a good look. I only felt things." I said, brushing a tear off my cheek.
Gil reached over and kissed me. I put both hands on the sides of head and held him.
"You did fine." He said.