Disclaimer: No copyright intended. I don't own CSI; I'm only playing with the characters. Jerry Bruckheimer, Anthony Zukier, CBS and those guys do!

Author's note: Been a while since I've wrote anything. Apologies, I've just not got my laptop out of the bag recently. But today 11/04/11 at 17:06* – (that's basically a note to self) I got my laptop outta my bag, dusted it off, turned it on, opened a Word Doc. Then with a brain full of CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION and some motivation from Lord knows where... I am now writing my 1st CSI fic. It's just some rambles, really. A handful of CSI-ness and a sprinkling of supernatural goodies! Before you ask, no. it's not supernatural the show. Okay, so! Turn down 4music; cast yours eyes down to the screen. Off we go! P.S do read and review, please don't pickup majorly on grammatical mistakes and/or issues I write purely with storyline and imagination. Thanks. *Completed 21/05/11 14:32.

Title: I, Gil Grissom.

Characters: Gil Grissom and? I'm not gonna tell... I wanna surprise you!

Rating: T – (I know, I'm sorry! I was gonna raise my game but I decided against it last minute. It's got minor smut well not smut exactly... more romance FYI, more adventure and CSI-ness, suspense and supernatural goings on.)

Spoilers: s5 ep13/25 –

Author: DCIPHOENIX aka Rosie Phoenix.

I, Gil Grissom

Chapter One

The usual familiar sights of Grissom's office, the oddly comforting scenery and atmosphere were no more. There was no more warmth in the room. It was taken by the darkness. The dimmed lighting and closure of the room, being caused by having the blinds shut. The undisrupted, hardworking CSIs were working on on-going cases were nonplussed, they either were unaware or didn't care - one of the two. But to her it screamed out at her. The oddness called to her. She heard it. She felt it... It was almost scary.

As soon as she stepped in the room the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Something in the air made her spine tingle as if someone was walking over her grave. She tucked a lock of chocolate brown hair behind her ear which fell out of place and mingled once again with her short dark hair which hung like a curtain over her shoulders.

"Grissom?" She asked the darkness. Shutting the door behind her she stepped into the dim shadows which clung to the walls and floor. The only source of light was the eerie blue radiating from the lamp on Grissom's desk. It was all so damn dark! Her voice was small and timid in the room of darkness. She couldn't hear her own voice all that well so even if there were someone here they certainly wouldn't be able...

"What brings you here, Sara Sidle?" Grissom answered her question from somewhere in the darkness. Answering her question with a question is a sign of intelligence and intelligence is certainly one of Grissom's qualities. His voice was curious and she could hear and note the challenge in his question. Sara wetted her lower lip, pulling the skin with her teeth accidently tearing a layer off. She cleared her throat before answering his reply.

"I'm not answering you, until I know where you are." She challenged.

"Well, let your ears be your eyes and they will guide you to me." Grissom quipped.

Sara walked around a shelf of Grissom's jars and collections of species and god-knows what. There he was sitting... no. Brooding in a chair situated in the book section of his collections. Even though she was stood he was still looking down at her from over the rims of his glasses. Sat relaxed and composed with his fingers interlinked, which rested his chin, elbows placed on his knees. His expression one of mystery as his features was obscured by the dark. Sara squinted to see him and searched to find his eyes. She realised he was staring straight back at her. His eyes were on her. His attention was focused on her yet he wasn't facing her.

"I still can't quite see you..." Sara spoke. 'I didn't just say that out loud did I?' She thought.

"As ever I see you're still perceptive." Grissom's voice drifted to her. Sara pouted back she didn't know why she did it he probably couldn't see her too.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Sara answered back. She folded her arms in front of herself but quickly raised her hand and grasped the cool metal of the shelf frame she was leaning on, propping her elbow on an unoccupied area of a shelf. Knowing only too well that Gil would pick up on her body language and confront her about it. She thought he smirked at her but she was unsure. Suddenly he'd raised himself up from the lower confines of the chair and was stood directly in front of her. Gil held his hands up a little, showing her his palms. "Is this better?" He cocked his head and blatantly questioned. A rhetorical one? Sara wasn't sure. She just shrugged.

"Ah...yeah. I suppose. I can actually see you now." She answered with a slight frown.

"You've still not answered my question, Sara." Grissom pressed on. The use of her name and the way he said it. It made her shiver a second time this evening. It was like she did something wrong and he was telling her off. This was unlike him. This was becoming an odd experience. "You've still not told me what you're doing here."

Sara shifted away a little and widened her eyes at him. "Well I never really thanked you..." She shifted her eyes away from his and with a heart-felt sigh she continued. "For when you came to check on me yesterday. After yelling at Ecklie and everyone..." She shook her head a little angry at herself. "I guess I just needed to talk to someone. Someone who I trusted and that person was you." She looked back at him, his eyes still on her. "Lucky you." She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. "Also, I've not really seen you recently. I just thought I'd catch up, but when I saw the blinds down. I thought you might be ill or something..." She was cut off by Grissom.

"No. Not ill. I just like it dark in here... " He reassured. He took a long pause. "Have I seemed different to you lately? Odd or not myself?" He questioned.

"Well yeah! Now you are, with all the questions and all..." She smirked.

"Hmm, well here's another question for you." Gil began. His voice full of mystery with hints of curiosity. "Do you believe in the supernatural?"

Sara suddenly forgot the odd event which has taken place and laughed a little to herself. "Ah, well, well, well. I knew it'd have to happen someday, the famous Gil Grissom is a wanna-be Mulder."

Gil gave a pained expression. He slowly walked over to his desk. Sara in his wake. As soon as they'd moved her gaze was back to his. Her attention was back to him. Eager to hear whatever he had to tell.

"I mean it, Sara. Do you believe in ghosts? That dead loved ones haunt the living? That a man can transform into a Werewolf when there's a full moon? That there's a long line of vampires and that they may now live amongst us?" He whispered. Clearly deep in thought and interested in her opinion. What had brought this on? What she should be thinking is 'why is he thinking of this'?

"Umm, I'm not sure. It's not something I've gave much thought on. It's not a matter that interests me in my work or my home life." She frowned. "This is going somewhere isn't it?" Of course it is, it's Gil! She amused herself. "Anyway, as they say – seeing is believing." Sara shrugged.

"I'm glad you think that way."

"Why's that?"

Grissom slowly pinched the corner of the frame of his glasses and slowly pulled them from his eyes. Which were still firmly fixed on hers. His lips in a firm straight line. No expression. No emotion present. "Because I, Gil Grissom not long ago had a strange experience happen to me. I appeared to have suffered memory loss and blood loss. I had two puncture marks on my neck. Though I was afraid I stepped into the sunlight and did not burn. I see my reflected image. I can touch crucifixes. All the usual supposed ways to kill, maim or uncover something that I am... doesn't work."

Sara was confused. Even more confused as a pair of large hands grasped her waist. His fingers were splayed out, reaching her belt loops on her jeans. The pressure of him behind her. A gasp of her inner confusion making itself known. Her hair on her neck pricked up to attention once again this night. She opened her mouth to speak in this confusing not to mention odd moment. But she found herself unable to speak. She felt utterly embarrassed. She sighed. She decided to try again. Her mouth was dry.

"Gil, I... I'm confused. You're... But you can't be... its impossible isn't it? You're talking about yourself if you were a vampire. What do you think your doing?" She felt a cool finger sweep a strand of hair away from her neck. This barely reached her shoulder. She felt it tickle the flesh on her neck. Gil observed this with unfaltering curiosity and obsession.

Her breathing was hard. Uncontrolled. It needed to be back under control.

Grissom pulled her slowly against her, his large muscular arm keeping her in place as he pulled her head against his shoulder, his palm half on her cheek, his fingers combed into her hair.

Sara, being slightly smaller than him, felt uncomfortable but oddly trusting in what he was doing.

"You trust me, don't you?" He asked her. Not being graced with an answer.

Sara feeling his breath across her cheek, it moved a strand of hair. She watched it out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze was on the radiated foetal pig which reflected each and every movement he was making. Its distorted images were the only thing she could hold onto and make any sense at all on the event.

Grissom lowered his head, pressing his nose to her skin and smelt her skin. He deeply inhaled. Closing his eyes as he did so. She smelt of vanilla. Some sort of womanly lotion or moisturiser, a faint hint of lemons and fear, fear which he could feel and see in her posture. Her arms were limp but her hands were clenched in tight fists. Her breathing was fast and hard, he could feel it. Her lungs expanding and retracting with each breath. Feeling her ribs prominent through her thin shirt. Her flesh on her neck was warm, warm and strained. Goosebumps and freckles dotted her skin. He dipped her head further down slightly to press his cheek to his, his bristly beard only making the situation more real, no dream. He sighed and quickly inhaled. "You smell amazing Sara, nearly everything I was expecting in you." He spoke. Not expecting an answer from his suffering subordinate. He ran his lips from the corner of her jaw to her ear, gently kissing her smooth skin, which was raised in parts. From her ear he swiftly ran the length of her neck with his rough lips. He stopped at her collarbone. Feeling, searching out her jugular vein. Feeling her rushing blood. Pressing his lips to her skin. A parting kiss. Before opening his jaw, widening his mouth to clamp the soft skin between his lips, his wet inner lips damping her flesh. He found her vein. Found her fear. Pressing his teeth to her flesh...

"Oh no! Stop, Gil! Please stop... God! I know what you're doing. I... oh god... I, I know what you are!" Her poor attempt at stopping him. Her cry of help which wasn't even all that loud. It wouldn't cause attention. He was not bothered by her fraternised whimper.

...But what was he doing? He was preparing to feast? Preparing to take a life? Ready to do an unforgivable task? To take her life. But could he do it? Could he take a friend's life that he had feeling for? To sink his teeth into her flesh, to pierce her skin? To suck her flesh? In a desperate and frantic murder? Only to drink her blood? To strengthen his life whilst ending her own? Could he do it? Would he do it? Could he live with the thought and knowing he had killed her? Could he take her life?

Uh-oh! What's gonna happen? Is he gonna bite her? Is he gonna kill her? I would say it's all up to you, but I have a very strong idea of what's going to happen- but to spur me on, or even to change my mind. Do please, please, please tell me what you would like to happen in your review. You know, write 'Bite' or 'not bite' as your 1st line. Then you can carry on with your review. Which I really, really want! I want your reviews, readers. I love you all! Thanks for reading! Chapter Two will be here... ummm, at some near, distant date in the future!

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