A/N: I've updated this, separating the chapters

A/N: I've updated this, separating the chapters. This took me a while to write but when it was done I was really happy with it. Please let me know what you think.

Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of sexual assault. If this is too much for you, I wouldn't suggest reading. It's rated M for a reason.

Disclaimer: Just borrowing them for awhile. I'm sorry for treating them in such a way, but when the muse hits me with an idea, well, what can we do to stop it?

- RENEWAL -

Chapter One: A Bad Feeling

"Something bad is going to happen."

She stated it very matter-of-factly and surprisingly calm and completely out of the blue, it caught him by surprise. They had been sitting there for the last hour or so like they always did. He was doing the crossword puzzle, seated upright on the end of the sofa, feet crossed at the ankles and resting on the coffee table, and she was laying across the sofa with her head propped up on his lap with a small throw pillow and her feet also crossed at the ankles but hanging off the other edge of the couch, doing another sudoku puzzle out of the book he had gotten her a few weeks back. But then she has to break the tradition and startle him out of his concentration and with none other than an eerie comment like that. He slowly placed the crossword down on the end table, removed his glasses and hesitantly looked down at her. The sight he saw was not what he expected. She was just lying there, crunching numbers in her head trying to figure out which one belonged in that cell. She didn't look at all like someone who had just stated an impending doom.

"Sara?"

"Hmm?" She replied, not bothering to look away from her puzzle.

"What's going to happen?" He asked, not sure if wanted to know the answer. But as always curiosity gave way.

"What do you mean?" She asked as she scribbled anxiously into her page.

"Sara…um…you just said that something bad is going to happen." He was almost beginning to doubt that she had even spoken, that it had just been in his mind.

"Yeah." She said, as if wondering why he pointing that out.

"So what is going to happen?" Now he was about ready to rip the puzzle book out of her hands and make her look at him.

"I don't know...Oh yes!" She just about shouted.

"What?!" He yelped just as loud, clearly confused.

"Hmm? Oh, I just finished this square." She said as she continued on to the next square of the puzzle.

"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD SARA!!"

That got her to release the puzzle book onto her lap and look up at him.

"Griss…What?"

"What the hell is going on? You just slip out this comment of impending doom and then pay it no attention and continue on with that damn puzzle!" His voice was hard but low. Clearly irritated and confused. Sort of like when he's trying to get Greg to just give him a straight answer.

"Oh, that. It's just this feeling that I have. And by the way, you're the one that got me that damn puzzle." She said with a smirk.

"Yes I did. You're right, but that's beside the point. And what do you mean that it's just a feeling you have?" His voice now back to being calm and even, and with one look at the smirk on her face, he couldn't help but smile himself.

"I don't know. I just have this feeling. It's like ever since I was a little kid, I always knew when something bad was going to happen, because everything right before felt so good. Nothing bad has happened in a while. Even our cases at work have been minor lately. Things with us have been well, wonderful, never mind the sex." She had to add the last part, if only to see him blush. But it wasn't a lie, their sex life was to say the least, incredible. "So I don't know, now I just get this feeling that everything is going to fall apart, that the cycle of good and bad is about to shift again and something bad is going to happen…" She was cut short by the increasing laughter of Grissom above her.

Sensing her venomous stare on him, he quickly tried to stifle his laughter.

"I'm sorry." He said quickly between his gasps for air.

"What the hell is so funny?" She said, rather annoyed.

"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I just think that you are so adorable. Really I'm sorry I shouldn't have laughed, but you really are just one of a kind."

"Yeah, well don't believe me, but just remember this when the dark cloud comes." She said as she sat up and started to walk away.

"Sara, wait!" he yelled to her as he too got up and started walking to her.

Looking over her shoulder at him approaching she let a large and mischievous smile spread across her lips.

"What?" He asked, almost fearing for his life. When it came to Sara Sidle and that smile, he was either about to have the best experience of his life, or she was planning on the best way to dispose of his body.

"Well, whether you believe it or not something bad is going to happen. So I was just thinking that maybe we should something good while we can." She said rather seductively as she turned completely to face him and began walking backwards down the hall to their bedroom.

Grissom was anything, but he was not stupid. He quickly caught on and started chasing after her down the hall. When she saw him start to run toward her, she squealed and ran away from him, resulting in the chase throughout the house that inevitably ended with Grissom charging at her in the kitchen, picking her up completely off the floor when she accidentally pinned herself in a corner. He carried her over his shoulder like a potato sack and both were laughing hysterically with him grabbing her ass as he ran towards the bedroom and her trying to undo his pants with her head and torso hanging down his back. She was able to get his belt off and used it to whip his butt lightly as he ran; her positioning making it quite easy.

Before she could finish undoing his pants he flipped her quickly onto the soft mattress, the force of it causing her body to bounce a few times on the bed. Which for him was nothing but sexy. The way her whole body bounced was quite intoxicating and he could no longer control himself, he lunged forward onto the bed, kissing her with passion and fire.

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Whilst Grissom and Sara were taking a part in physical exercise, on the other side of town that dark cloud was looming, and taking several victims in its path. The dark cloud taking the form of a dangerous predator taking joy in inflicting pain on couples throughout the city. Tonight so far there had already been two attacks, and the best were needed to solve these viscous crimes.

Brass, disgusted at the second scene he had visited so far, knew what was needed. Taking out his cell phone, he pressed in the speed dial number and pressed send.

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Back at their house things were far from gloomy. Sweaty and breathless, yes, but not gloomy. Things were just about to come to an explosive end when a piercing noise interrupted their attempt at ecstasy. Releasing from the deep kiss, Grissom rested his forehead on Sara's, and together they turned to the nightstand to see the source of the interruption.

"Yours." She said with a deep sigh of disappointment and breathlessness.

Still inside her he reached over to the table and retrieved his cell phone. Grunting when he saw that it was Brass.

"It's Brass." He said with a grunt.

"See I told you, we couldn't even finish our 'good time' before the bad started." She replied, huffing out a deep breath and slamming her head back into the pillow.

Kissing her softly he flipped open the phone and raised it to his ear.

"G-Gris-ssom." He attempted to say but Sara was making it very difficult, clenching her muscles down around him and licking his other ear.

"Hey Gil, it's Jim. Look, I know it's your night off, but we've got what I'm pretty sure is a serial on our hands. I wouldn't call, but well, I need you."

Trying desperately to control his voice while Sara was basically torturing him, he grunted and rubbed his eyes.

"Gil?" Jim asked after he received no response.

"Hmm? Yeah, um…Just, uh, give me an hour. I'll take S-Sara. I mean, I'll...I'll bring Sara with me. Mmmm." He stuttered out as Sara successfully flipped them so that he was now on his back and she had begun slowly thrusting her hips up and down on him.

"Gil? Are you alright?" Jim asked, trying very hard to keep his laughter quiet. He was not stupid, he knew that he interrupting something, and he was pretty sure what and with whom it was.

"Yeah…uh, huh. I'm good. I'll see you later Jim." He said quickly and then slapped the phone shut and threw it to the floor.

"You are an evil, evil woman!" He said as he kissed her hard and flipped them back over.

"Ah, but you love me." She said with a giggle as he continued thrusting into her.

"Yes I do. And now, I think that Jim knows just how much." He retorted making her laugh even harder.

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The ride to the crime scene, after calling Brass for an address, was filled with casual conversation and laughing, holding each other's hand the entire time. When they finally arrived at the scene, they released their hands and stepped out of the Denali, walking around to the back to grab their kits.

"Ready my love?" Grissom asked as he put on his vest.

"Always." She replied, smiling as she put her own vest on.

Together they walked to the officer standing guard at the yellow 'crime scene' tape. They flashed their badges and he held the tape up for them to go under. They found Brass within seconds talking to an officer.

"Brass." Grissom greeted as they reached him.

"Grissom." He responded, then turned to Sara and smiled very brightly. "Sara. Thanks for coming in on your night off, I know you guys were both probably…busy." He said smiling triumphantly at the sight of their faces, both of them had gone from professional to complete and utter fire-engine red. He had to wonder if there was any blood left in the rest of their bodies.

"What do we have here?" Sara asked, breaking the silence and trying to force through embarrassment.

Grissom looking off in any direction but Brass began to survey the scene. Taking in the nice neighborhood, one in which you would love to raise your kids in. The house was small, but quaint and cozy, full green lawn and a little garden out front, with the white fence and everything. From the outside everything looked, well, peaceful.

"Rape. Victim is one Kristen Gardner. Her and her husband, a…Mike Gardner, were home alone when they were attacked."

"They? You mean they were both…" Grissom started.

"She was raped. He was beat up pretty badly, tied up and forced to watch his wife's attack. She was also beaten pretty bad, tied to the bed and raped at knife point."

"Where are they now?" Sara asked, also taking in the quiet neighborhood.

"Taken to Desert Palms. I have Catherine over there processing them. But that's not all." He trailed off, waiting for them to focus back on him.

"What do you mean? What else?" Grissom asked exchanging a look with Sara before returning his attentions to Brass.

"This isn't the only one. About four hours before this attack there was another one about three miles east of here. Caitlyn Rodgers and her live-in boyfriend Max Welton. Same MO."

"Alright, we'll process this scene and then go from there." Grissom said as he and Sara stepped away from Brass and towards the entrance of the house.

"See what did I tell you? Bad things…" Sara said smirking at Grissom.

He couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you know, it could all just be that you have the thought in your head and your just perceiving reality to fit your theory."

"I'm right and you know it. You just don't want to admit it, that you ever doubted the Great and Powerful Sara Sidle." She said jokingly, in which he had to laugh.

"Okay, but just remember that the Great and Powerful Oz ended up being just an ordinary guy behind a curtain." He retorted back as they began to survey the scene, but smiling uncontrollably.

"Perhaps, but he did end up showing the Lion that he had courage, the Scarecrow that he had a brain and the Tin Man that he had a heart, and he even got Dorothy and Toto home to Kansas. So there, I was right. But don't worry I'll let you make it up to me later." She said with a wink as she headed off into the bedroom to process.

Standing there for a minute stunned by 'The Great and Powerful Sara' he realized that she was right, and come to think of it…

Walking in to the bedroom he watched her silently for few moments as she began filtering through the room.

"You know…" He started, coming to kneel beside her on the floor where the husband had been.

He had moved so quietly into the room that she hadn't noticed him come in or come beside her. She jumped at the sound of his voice but quickly relaxed.

"What?" She asked, thinking that they were now in work mode.

"Well, I was just thinking about your 'holier than thou' complex, and it's kind of funny how you and the Great Oz are a lot alike." He stated as he began swabbing some blood from the wall and floor as she photographed.

"How so?" she asked with a light chuckle. The seriousness in his tone while relating her to Oz, she was finding quite humorous.

"Well," he started as he came again to be next to her. "Like the Scarecrow, you gave me reason to use my brain, to use it in a way I had never known before. I can use it to think freely now." Taking her hand, latex and all, he placed it over his heart. "Like the Tin Man, you gave me a heart, or showed me how to let it beat." Then he released her hand and leaned in and placed a quick kiss on her lips. "And like the Lion, your love taught me courage, courage to be with you."

Her eyes were watering, that was by far one of the sweetest things he'd ever said to her before.

"What about Dorothy and Toto?" She had to ask, she couldn't resist.

"Well, Oz brought them home. And you, my Dearest Sara, you are my home." He finished. He leaned in again and kissed her forehead before standing up and resuming his work.

"I love you." She said simply, looking over her shoulder at the man that stole her heart, smiling sweetly.

"And I love you." He responded.

A few moments went by in silence until something damned on her.

"Don't think this gets you out of making it up to me later." She said with a seductive smirk.

"I would never dream of it my lady." He said with a smile and a blush.

For the next several hours they processed the house, surprisingly coming up with a lot of evidence. DNA, fingerprints, shoe prints, fibers, the whole bit. A slam dunk, or so they thought. They worked in silence for the most part, comfortable silence with the occasional comment or question about the evidence. Finally after spending too long knelt down or crouching into some very awkward positions, they were ready to go. Packing up the evidence bags into boxes and closing up their kits, they walked out of the house together. The crowds around the yellow tape of nosy on lookers had dwindled down some, but there were still plenty of people and press awaiting any information.

Unaware anyone was watching or listening to them, they walked close together, talking like they normally would.

"My knees are killing me." He said as he placed the boxes in the back seat.

"Oh yeah? That's not what you were saying earlier." She said with a chuckle.

"You never stop do you?" He asked mock-serious, walking around to the other side to where she was placing their kits on the back seat.

"Never." She said playfully. "Can I drive?" She asked with such excitement it was as if she was a kid who had just gotten her learners permit.

"No." He stated simply.

"Oh come on, please?" She begged.

"No." he said again, a smile forming on his lips at the look on her face. It looked as though someone had just stolen her favorite Barbie.

"Oh come on Honey, I promise I won't get pulled over!" She started with the pout and he knew as well as she did that he couldn't resist.

"I hate it when you do that!" He grumbled as he handed her the keys.

"Thanks baby." She said as she ran around to the driver's side.

As they drove off, they left behind a single minded audience, watching after them carefully from the crowd. He had observed their behavior since they had arrived at the scene, except for the moments inside the house. He had them figured out in two minutes, whereas in two years trained investigators hadn't put two and two together. And the sight of a happy couple was by far sickening to him to say the least. They didn't deserve to be happy. And he was going to see to it that they weren't.

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"So we'll drop this stuff off at the lab and get it started, and then head home for the night. There's not really anything else we can do anyways, not until Catherine gets the rape kits processed. So we'll pick it up tomorrow." Grissom said as he watched her weaving in and out of traffic.

"Okay. Sounds good to me." She said, looking over to him briefly with a big smile plastered to her face.

"Tired?" He asked a few minutes later after she tried to fight a yawn.

"A little I guess." She said honestly as she pulled onto the road that housed the lab.

"Oh. Well I guess I'll have to make it up to you some other time. I mean if you're tired." He said as he turned to face out the windshield.

"Oh no you don't. I'm perfectly awake. If anything, your…punishment…will help me sleep better later."

His only reply was a great laugh as they pulled into the car park.