Disclaimer:
CSI does not belong to me. It belongs to CBS, Anthony E. Zuiker, ect.Author's Note:
I would like to thank:Rouch
at the YTDAW board for playing muse for me. Without you, I would be stuck with writer's block.Lunakaria:
for getting me further into CSI and for helping me with future chapter five. And don't forget: "Mary chucked…"And without further ado, onward to the story…
Prologue
"I told you that I am not discussing this!" Gil Grissom said through clenched teeth, his usual stoic features replaced by glaring eyes and a grim frown.
"We found evidence of you in her bed!" an equally angry Nick Stokes replied, "And now she's missing and you're holding back information that could help us find a timeline!"
"Look, Griss, we know you're having sex with Sara. You can't deny it. As you always say: 'evidence doesn't lie.'" Catherine Willows said from her post against the door.
Silence filled the room as the supervisor sat down in his desk chair, looking tired.
"C'mon, boss." Warrick Brown added from besides Catherine, "What you say won't leave this office."
"No." replied Grissom firmly.
With the last shred of patience gone, the woman exploded.
"God damn it, Gil!" she hissed, "Don't you ever want to see Sara again? Alive?"
Grissom closed his eyes for a moment and flinched slightly as the images of the bloodstained wall of Sara Sidle's bedroom played behind his closed lids. The man sighed deeply. Sara…
"After yesterday's shift, I went home with her, we had sex, as you already know, I stayed with her until Brass called me…then you know what went on from there."
"What time were you there?" Nick asked, his anger wiped away by the sad expression on his friend's face.
"We got to her house about seven-thirty, I left about eleven."
"How long have you and Sara been…involved?" Warrick asked, curious.
"I'm glad you finally got your head away from your microscope." Catherine declared, a small smile on her lips as she recalled their past conversation.
A small responding smile formed on his. "So am I."
The office phone rang, causing everyone, but Grissom, to jump slightly. The man picked up the phone and answered it.
"Grissom."
"Hello, Mr. Grissom." A distorted voice replied, sending a shiver of fear down Grissom's spine, "If you would like to see Miss Sidle alive again, you must follow my instructions very carefully…"
