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A Twisted Past
By: Nightblight
Grissom looked around the glass room they were sitting in and seeing no one, leaned in placed a quick kiss on Sara's pursed mouth.
More that a little surprised the young woman pulled back immediately her eyes traveling the same path his had a moment before. "Dr. Grissom… that was very risky…"
He moved in again, his beard and the warm exhalation of his words tickling the sensitive flesh under her ear. "I like to live dangerously." Once again his lips touched her, this time in the delicate crook of her neck.
"Gilbert Grissom…" Dark eyes widened and the woman on the receiving end of the kiss stifled a smile. "You are going to get us both into trouble if you continue down this path."
Her supervisor tossed a sly glance her way. "Is that so?"
One dark eye winked in his direction, and long slender fingers reached out and absently brushed against his lap almost as though she were wiping crumbs off of it.
The recipient of her caress sucked in a wavering breath.
The desired response received Sara pulled her hand away. "That's so…" she informed him her voice dropping to the same lush and sultry tones that she used when they were deep in the clutches of passion. "Because if you continue to be a tease bugman, I am going to have no choice but to throw you onto this table here…" She tapped the thin desk in front of them. "And fuck your brains out."
Grissom smiled to hide the shiver of pleasure that had just shot up his spine, at the utterance of her words.
Mentally recounting the names of different dragonflies, Grissom stood up abruptly and headed for the door. "Shift is over Ms. Sidle, time to go home."
Sara turned to look at the man leaning against the door frame, the stack of files he held in his hands discretely placed so as to hide his not so discrete hard on. "Give me 15 minutes. I just need to pack this stuff up, and return it to the evidence locker."
Something akin to a whimper escaped her lover, but he simply nodded at her and took off down the hallway; an oddly wide bearing to his gait.
She waited a full 3 minutes before reaching into the box on the floor and pulling out another of the videos. It had caused her to have a something akin to a panic attack the first time she saw it in Archie's and Greg's presence, but she managed to stifle her horrified gasp before anyone had caught it.
Sara's hand was trembling slightly as she pressed eject, removed the other video, and returned it to its case. By the time she had put the new one in, the tremble had turned into an all out quake. The room suddenly seemed very cold. In an effort to still her involuntary movement Sara reached out and grabbed the empty box; her eyes falling immediately to the date written in black marker on it….1987. It took less than two minutes to find the frame she was looking for and when she stopped it she was appalled find her own solemn face staring back at her.
She had a connection to Ernie Dell.
A chill of a different kind gripped her skin and caused her breath to come rapidly. Her memories from that time were fogged to say the least; the residual shock of her father's death and mother's incarceration a few years earlier still weighing heavily over everything she did. But she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she shouldn't push herself a little further past the pain and press her emotionally faulty mind for more detail.
Unwilling to open up past wounds she rapidly hit the eject button with unnecessary force and returned the movie to its case.
For the time being she would keep it to herself, after all this really had nothing to do with her, surely she hadn't known the killer as a child…Surely there was no connection…
