Title: Guilt
Author: sidle77
Rating: T to M (Mainly for violence and language, reading with caution is advised)
Pairing: GSR – of course
Disclaimer: You know the drill: I do not own them, any of them and I will give back once I've finished playing, yada yada... CBS owns all (but not my idea!)
Summary: When a hostage situation threatens his family's existence, Grissom realises that the one decision he made could destroy everything he loves. Is it too late to turn the tables or will Sara be lost to him forever?
Status: Work in progress
Beta: SSC (From chap 1) – I appreciate all your help hun, I know how busy you are.
A/N: This is part three of the "RAGE" series. This follows on from Retribution and Affliction and is set in my A/U. It can be nice in there sometimes, I promise, but not always, especially in this, sorry, so prepare! You have been warned.
This prologue was actually beta'd by cropper1818 over a year ago, so I belatedly thank you for it! Yes, it's been sitting on my lappy that long, ugh.
Prologue
His voice turned her blood cold as it vibrated throughout the store with a crackle and a high-pitched screech, the worn-out intercom struggling at best.
"Do you like playing hide and seek?" he asked with a chilling sneer. "Would you like me to count to ten?"
Sara felt her heart catch in her throat and her body tighten. A cold, sharp shiver ran down her spine as her grip on Michael increased, their hands shaking as they entwined. This was no game.
"I suggest, little lady, that you come out, right now, before I come and get you, unless, you want to play that is..."
Swallowing hard, Sara placed Michael on the floor and forced herself to her feet with a groan. Pressing her back against the end of the aisle she weighed up her options, her heart beating so fast she could hear the dull throb of her pulse beating in her ears. In a frenzy, her eyes scanned from left to right, right to left, hoping for an option beyond the one instructed of her.
Her breathing quickened as everything seemed to spin around her, a small sob catching in her throat upon realization that there was nowhere to go.
Her head fell back against the aisle. "I have a child and I am pregnant!" she cried back, her voice trembling with every syllable.
He sniggered. "Yeah, I know that. Get out here, right now."
With a deep, shaky breath, Sara took Michael's hand. "Keep hold of my hand okay?" she said to her son. "Whatever you do, don't let go..."
A/N: Well I thought I would get your taste buds going. So what do you think? Want more? And no, this fic will not interfere with The Calling. The Calling is a lot of work and sometimes I just need to do a little something else to prevent my brain from imploding :) Please leave a review if you would like more :)