AN: Wrote this a while ago and found it on my old laptop. Thought I might publish it let me know if anyone wants me to continue. It may seem totally OOC particularly for Sara but I thought when people feel down and suffocated they can do unusual things. It will all be explained and I will stopped writing now.
Also I own nothing to do with CSI.
Grissom's eyes swept over her long, slender body pinned to his bed. Not unlike the beautiful butterflies decorating the wall, trapped but exquisite. She raised her head slowly from the bed to give him a small, flirtatious smile.
"What are you waiting for?" Her voice was thick and sultry. He glanced over her one more time, admiring her before stepping forward. "Please touch me."
Grissom gulped at her breathy request and cautiously moved closer to her until his fingers lightly grazed the smooth, soft skin of her stomach. He felt her muscles tense beneath his fingers and heat radiated from her.
"Mmm, more." He felt himself stiffen further at her moan. He leaned over her and his hand delicately brushed over her breast before reaching around her neck and slowly caressing her throat. He reached down and captured a hard nipple in his mouth. Sara writhed beneath him and he felt a groan escape her.
He pulled away and looked up to her face. Her eyes were half closed and she was biting down on her lower lip as she squirmed a little, he could tell she was just as aroused as he was. He leant down slowly again only this time he caught her beautiful mouth as his hand slowly stroked up her inner thigh. Her skin was so soft he couldn't believe it, he needed more of her, he needed to have all of her.
He reluctantly pulled away from her needing some air and felt her trying to follow him up. He felt smug as he looked down at her aroused face as she tried to catch her breath, dizzy from his ministrations.
He barely heard her soft whisper. "Please let me go."
He frowned a little at her, he thought he had misheard her. "What?"
"Please let me go. I want to touch you." Her eyes pleaded with him and he felt uneasy as he leant over her.
He caressed her cheek softly and she leant into his touch. "I'm not sure I can." His voice dropped so low she had to strain to hear him. "I'm scared."
"Please I need to be free." He traced his thumb over her soft bottom lip, he knew it was cruel to keep such a beautiful, wild creature trapped. He nodded slowly and her eyes widened in surprise and excitement. She gave him a full smile and he felt his heart flutter.
He straightened up before reaching for the pins trapping her long arms to the bed. His fingers traced down her arm and he felt her shiver before he set her arm free.
She stayed were she was and let him climb on the bed to straddle her to release her other arm. When she was finally free she pushed him off her so they were both facing each on the bed. He felt as though she was staring right into him and the tension escalated as they stayed perfectly still. She suddenly lunged forward and caught his mouth with hers. She didn't hold back and he felt heat spike through him but as quickly as she attacked, she pulled away from him.
She looked at him sadly at him for a minute and he felt very vulnerable.
"I'm sorry." She got off the bed and pulled a dress over her naked body. "Thank you for setting me free. I have to go."
He shook his head feeling desperate, this is not what he wanted. He wanted to reach out and stop her but he knew he couldn't. She headed towards the door and only looked back when he spoke.
"But you, you were mine."
She gave him a sad, sweet smile and he felt a sting in the back of his eyes. "No, I was never yours."
"Sara!" He called after her desperately but it was no use. She left, she left him alone. He had tried to pin her down but she was not his beautiful specimen and she did not want him.
"Grissom!"
The harsh whisper woke him suddenly, it was all a dream. He looked up, it may have been a dream but the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach remained.
His heart jumped when he saw it was Catherine who woke him. Shit, he had fallen asleep in his office. He felt heat rise in his cheeks when he thought of the naked Sara in his dream and felt mortified.
She gave him a puzzled look as she glanced over at him from her position across from him, half shielded behind the open door. She cleared her throat.
"They have arrived. Can we, eh, come in?" She looked at him nervously as he wondered what the hell she was talking about.
His conversation with the sheriff earlier came back to him and he straightened up a little. "Yes, actually no. Let's go to the breakroom, introduce the rest of the team."
She nodded before stepping out and he ran a hand through his ruffled hair trying to look a little respectable as he followed after her.
Catherine led the three men to the breakroom and watched as Grissom caught everyone's attention. Warrick and Nick had been sat at the table chatting whilst Greg seemed to be telling Sara a particularly amusing story. Sofia was busy riffling through the fridge but managed to give the men a coy smile when she noticed their entrance.
It was Sara's reaction that intrigued her the most. The young woman's face turned ashen when she noticed them.
"These two men have been sent from the FBI's Las Vegas division to help us with our investigation." Grissom didn't even bother to try and mask his displeasure at their interference. He looked over at the elder of the two men but it was the younger one who spoke.
"I'm Special Agent Jacob Thompson and this is my partner Special Agent Thomas Parker. We are glad you have accepted our help in this investigation and I assure you we are not here to take over. I hope we can work together to put this man behind bars."
Catherine rolled her eyes at the man. He was pleasant enough but he was still with the FBI and she was sure he knew how to blow smoke.
Uninterested with his little speech, her gaze slowly dropped to his backside which Catherine couldn't help but admire. He wasn't bad but certainly not her usual type. He was pale with blond hair and bright green eyes. His chiselled face gave him a striking look that could be either creepy or handsome. He was probably a few years younger than her but that had never bothered Catherine before. She noticed, rather peeved, that his attention seemed to be focused more on Sara although she was doing everything in her power to avoid his eyes. An idea was planted in Catherine's head.
"So it seems he just targets women then."Jacob appeared to be talking to himself casually as the rest of them watched him expectantly in one of the lab rooms. Catherine caught Grissom rolling his eyes and she prayed that he learned to keep his mouth shut, of course he couldn't.
"I think it's safe to assume that after seven female victims, he does in fact target women."
Jacob smiled at Grissom despite his obvious sarcasm which just seemed to aggravate Grissom further. Grissom was usually blunt with the FBI but never before had she seen him be quite so rude to guests in the lab. Perhaps he had also noticed the sidelong glances between Jacob and a certain brunette.
"So who worked the first scene?"
"That would be me, along with my CSI, Sara Sidle." He nodded his head towards her and judging by everyone's expression, Catherine was sure she wasn't the only one who noticed his possessive tone.
"Okay and-"
"Catherine and Sara caught the next scene. It was then that Sara brought up her suspicions that the two cases were related. DNA confirmed."
Jacob rubbed his jaw and Catherine recognised immediately that he was starting to be irritated by Grissom's behaviour. Mark must have noticed as well.
"So what evidence are we waiting on currently?"
Grissom was preoccupied by glaring at Jacob so Catherine decided to take over. "A gun that was found at the last scene is in our ballistics lab at the moment. We also collected fingerprint and DNA samples to compare with the results we have already collected but he is in no databases that we have access to."
Mark nodded in understanding, the FBI were privy to a lot more information that the labs database would be and he could have a more extensive search run.
Jacob started pacing much to Grissom's annoyance. "Why did he use the gun?"
"Strictly speaking, our perp doesn't have a set MO. In the first three murders he strangled his victims but the fifth and sixth victim both had their throats slit. It was probably just the weapon of opportunity."
He didn't seem all that satisfied with Catherine's answer as he leafed through various reports. "The latest victim was sexually assaulted, but none of the others were?"
Catherine glanced at Grissom but he didn't answer. "That's true. We don't know what is different about this victim but it was suggested that maybe he had a personal connection with her."
"Is there any chance that this is copycat or an unrelated case?"
"DNA and fingerprints confirm it's the same guy."
"I think someone should look into the victims history just in case, there may be a link between her and the other victims."
He looked at Grissom expectantly and he grudging responded. "Greg and... Sara, you two can look into that."
Sara's eyes widened in anger and Catherine didn't blame her, Sara had been heavily involved in all the cases so far and now he was sending her off on a fishing expedition.
"Actually I think Sara should stay with me, she has the most experiences with these scenes so far, it makes sense. Send some else."
Jacob spoke coolly and Catherine thought Grissom was going to throw something heavy at him. She knew he didn't like not having control over the situation anymore but it served him right, he shouldn't get away with punishing Sara for... well, who knows what for. Surprisingly, Sara didn't seem all that thrilled at the suggestion either.
"Fine. Nick."
He quickly nodded and left the room with Greg close behind him. The pair seemed to be relieved that they had managed to escape the tension descending over the room.
"Right, can you, Catherine take eh..."
He turned toward Warrick and the young man decided to help him out.
"Warrick."
"Warrick. Okay, can you go with Warrick and check out ballistics and the trace?"
They both stood and walked to the door, wary about leaving the three behind. Catherine caught Grissom's eye and, knowing that he could read her lips, slowly mouth "Play nice."
He didn't seem amused but at least she had tried.
Catherine stalked into the locker room and smiled when she saw Sara sitting with her head in her hands.
"So this is where you are hiding?" She headed for her locker to grab her jacket and when she looked over her shoulder she was surprised at the desperate look on Sara's face. "What's wrong with you? What did Grissom do?"
She smiled at her but Sara's melancholy expression wiped it away. "He didn't do anything. I've really screwed up."
Catherine as actually concerned for the young woman. She very rarely got in trouble and when she did, it was usually something serious. "What's happened?"
Sara ran her hand over her face as she determined how much she should tell. Catherine sat down beside her, urging her to share it all.
"Does this have anything to do with Jacob?"
"How did you...?"
"You two have been giving each other strange looks all night."
"Oh." She took a deep breath the steady her nerves. "Yeah, it's to do with him. I slept with him."
Catherine's eyebrows disappeared behind her bangs. That was certainly not the kind of confession she would have expected from Sara Sidle. She gave her a sympathetic look.
"When did this all happen?"
"Last week."
"When you were suspended?"
"Yeah. Ugh, how could I be so stupid?"
Catherine didn't bother answering her. "So, was it a onetime thing or are you two actually involved?"
Sara shifted uncomfortably and piqued Catherine's interest that much more. "It doesn't matter."
She tried a different tactic. "You should tell Grissom, this could affect you two working together."
Sara grimaced and the older woman felt her pain- that would not be a conversation she would like to be a part of.
"That's not all of it. It gets worse."
"Worse?"
"Yeah."
Catherine sighed, it was like trying to get blood from a rock. She knew Sara needed advice and even wanted to share this information but her usually private personality was still getting in the way. Time to try the blunt approach.
"Are you pregnant?"
She even surprised herself at the question.
"No, no, definitely not!"
"Okay, so what is it then?"
"I, I, don't know where to start really."
Although she knew it was painful for the younger woman to admit so much to her, she was really frustrating.
"Start from the beginning then, I have time to listen."
"Okay, well. You remember that case a couple of months ago I worked, very prominent lawyer, Marcus Christi, was murdered."
Catherine did remember, she felt a little guilty for cheering when she heard he had died- he had managed to let too many murders and rapists free. She nodded trying to encourage her to continue.
"Well he was a frequent visitor to a certain place."
"Sara, you have to be a little more specific than that." She felt like she was coaxing information from Lindsay when she had got in trouble.
"Lady Heather's Dominion."
She couldn't help laugh, Sara in a place like that, she would have paid to see it. Her only answer was a scowl.
"So you met Lady Heather then?"
Sara nodded sheepishly. "Not just met- I work for her."
Catherine choked as she was caught between laughing and cringing at the images of Sara in full leather with a whip or two entered her mind. Sara's peeved expression told her she wasn't joking.
"It wasn't anything like that. No way, I stayed well clear of all those chains."
Catherine smirked at the shudder that ran through Sara. "So what, you were a cleaner?"
"Very funny. No, she needed a favour so I replaced one of her workers, just for a couple of weeks... as an escort."
"Shit Sara, you could lose your job doing that. You are aware that it is illegal." She couldn't believe Sara would do something like that.
"It was non sexual. I'm not a whore Catherine. I just helped out guys who couldn't get dates. Some of them were friendly enough, they just, you know, needed help."
Catherine had a difficult time imagining Jacob having difficulty finding a date. "So let me get this straight. You worked for Lady Heather, went to a few fancy parties with different bachelors and had sex with one of them, who is an FBI agent that is now helping with our case in the lab. Christ Sara, you are screwed."
"Gee, thanks a lot Catherine, I didn't need you to tell me that." Her sudden anger quickly dissipated as she became desperate again. "What should I do?"
"To be honest Sara, I think the best thing you can do is keep it quiet. Do not tell Grissom unless you have to, I think you would give him a coronary."
"Okay." She was relieved that she would have to tell this to her boss, she didn't even want to think of his reaction.
"Are you okay Sara?"
The question caught her by surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I mean financially, was this about money? You know I would help you out if you needed it, I don't have much extra but I could always get some."
Sara was touched by Catherine's offer. They weren't exactly good friends and knowing she had someone she could rely on like Catherine brought a lump in her throat. "No, it was never about the money. I just, I wasn't happy and I wanted to change that. I needed to get out, to meet new people and then Heather propositioned me and it kind of seemed like a good idea at the time. I guess I needed a diversion."
"I certainly think you managed to do that. So tell me about Jacob then, how did that happen?"
She shifted uncomfortably before deciding she couldn't make it sound any worse than it already was.
"Well..."