Title: She is Never to Know Part 2
Genre: CSI Las Vegas
Disclaimer: Not mine, Yeah I wish. Just having fun. And no it's not worth it to sue.
Timeline: Okay, now I know it's late Season 4 (See special thanks)
Spoilers: Everything is game up until season 5.
Rating: M for adult themes.
Characters: Grissom, Sara, Nick, Brass, Victim (aka Liza Marie).
Special Thanks To: CSI-GSR-BILLY-LOVER for her patience regarding my Millions of Questions and Demands for information. Thank you, your inbox is full, again….
Beta: Thank you for your offers. I will be looking at your profiles. I would like to find someone in the UK, or who writes British English.
Author notes: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, alerted or fav'ed this story. I'm surprised it went down as well being my first CSI fic. Please keep in mind that at this stage of the fic Grissom is completely oblivious of the fact that Sara had heard him in Butterflied.
My apologies for the H in Sara's name in places, all I can say is habit. I've never had to type Sara without the H, and I seem to read over it at times as well. Part two closes the case, which was only supposed to act as a trigger for Grissom's emotions. But as stated before… It kind of ran away with me, including the karma sutra bit. I had to have a valid reason for Nick to be on top of Sara, at the time (to make Grissom squirm).
Okay top and bottom of the chapters (from this one on) there are randomly selected song lyrics posted. In this one: the top is Sara (supposed to be pink), bottom Grissom (supposed to be blue). I'm not good at finding quotes. The songs were not selected for their suitability to the situation, neither do I think they suit the characters (inc their choice in music). The lyrics just seemed appropriate.
Story word count: 2 334 (excl lyrics)
You go straight to my head,
When I lie in my bed,
I just can't win, Can't help the state I'm in.
If it's only love - So why is falling in it, the one thing that you can't do.
If it's only love - Then why am I hurting from it, it's only love if your hurting too.
It's Only Love - Def Leppard
Sara lay on her bed looking up at the ceiling. The case and Grissom's words rendering sleep once again ever elusive. The victims' injuries, although mostly clarified still troubled her. Had he pinned her as Grissom had mentioned, how had the bruises on her sides been inflicted? Unless in a struggle… Mulling over Grissom's words again. She was certain that she was slowly starting to hate him, and not just for his constant playing with her emotions. If he was not willing to take the risk, he should not discuss these things with her. After the Marlin case she had tried to come to terms that they would never happen. She had fought hard to keep it together, to not rise to the occasions when he did speak to her in code. Reminding herself, that it couldn't mean anything. Still she had stayed, needing to see him, to just be around him at least. Her life made sense with him in it, just the though of not seeing him at all, ate at her soul. It riled her that at times he could ignore her so completely, then turn around and within a heartbeat discuss sexual matters with her, like they were discussing the weather. Didn't he have any idea what that did to her. Just the thought, that he knew the karma sutra, was familiar with the work. That he had studied it with his meticulous nature, possibly having practised it on another. That a woman, other than herself, had shared those experiences with him.
The two classes of wine she had had before coming to bed, had not helped with taking the edge off this time. As she rolled onto her side again, her heart breaking into a thousand pieces all over again.
The following shift Nick sought her out, before Grissom could assign cases.
"Hey Sara, Judy got back with the DNA profile, you want to question the victim later." Nick asked, having finally run into her in the passage.
"Yea, some of her injuries still puzzle me."
"So were good for some more re-enactment." Sara noted the mischief in his eyes. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Grissom stepping out of his office. The distance close enough that he would be able to hear their conversation.
"You know what Nick, if I didn't know better I'd say you were coming onto me." She threw back playfully, before turning in the direction of the break room.
"Well Sara, I can dream." Nick threw back realizing Grissom was not far behind them, not sure what had happened the day before between them, only that it had upset Sara. He was willing to play a bit, knowing that it would help him to gauge her emotional state.
Sara fought the feelings that were surfacing. Knowing Grissom was right behind them, stirred her senses. Her awareness of his presence caused her to throw caution to the wind. " I think it would only be fair of me, to next time give Greg a go." Sara said, as they turned into the break room.
"You sure, you may just get more than you bargained for." Nick returned.
"Maybe I'm bargaining on that." Sara threw back, before sitting down.
Grissom halted outside the break room his free hand clasped into a fist, as he was once again faced with the image of Nick on top of Sara. Taking a deep breath he schooled his features before entering the break room. Mentally shifting the cases again.
"I heard Sara mention my name, can I dare to hope." Greg spoke up noting the banter between the two.
"Sara said that the next time she needs to recreate a rape scene, she'll call you." Nick told him.
"Seriously." Greg said looking at Sara.
"Yeah, just hope that the next case does not have a male as the victim, you may have your hands full then." Nick added, noting Greg's face drop.
"In that case, I think Grissom would be a better option." Greg returned suddenly uncomfortable. Having noticed Grissom's grim expression as he entered the break room. His comment caused everyone to look round at their supervisor, even before he had called their attention.
"Nick I have a DB on the strip, I want you to take it." Grissom said as the meeting was coming to a close.
"I'm with Sara at the moment." Nick started.
"Sara's case is simple enough, if she needs any help she can refer to me." Grissom said, handing Nick the folder.
Sara rose silently, and left with the others. Intending to see Judy about the DNA results, before questioning the suspect. Leaving a frustrated Grissom alone in the break room.
Sara entered the interrogation room, having requested to see the victim on her own. She wasn't aware that Grissom had joined Brass behind the shaded glass, or that he was watching her. Sara looked at the victim, wondering why they were often treated as the suspects in these cases. Taking a deep breath she placed the folder onto the table, before taking a seat.
" Liza Marie." She called the girl's attention. The girl looked up at her. "My name is Sara Sidle, I'm with the Las Vegas crime lab. I have been placed in charge of your case."
The girl remained silent looking at her. Sara took a deep breath. "We have managed to pull a DNA profile on the suspect, and will be bringing him in later for charging." Sara said. Opening the folder before looking up at the victim, noticing her pallor. Thinking that it was fear, Sara was quick to add. "You will not be required to identify him, his carelessness gave us enough evidence to convict him."
Behind the glass Brass looked at Grissom. "She has a suspect?"
"I don't think so." Grissom replied a frown forming on his face.
"Then why would she state that?" Brass asked looking back at Sara, aware that her behaviour was very unlike her.
"We had a discussion yesterday," Grissom started. "I suspect that the victim knows the perpetrator."
"You think she is trying to push for a name." Brass picked up on his trail of thought.
"Possibly."
Sara pulled out a sheet of paper, turning it around to show it to the victim. "We re-enacted your case scenario yesterday, and determined that you were possibly forced into a position known as the Aibha." The image on the paper represented the position. The girl looked at it, before looking down again.
Behind the glass Brass looked at Grissom, "Sounds like you had an entertaining evening last night."
"You have no idea." Grissom replied, flatly.
"I would have thought you would have enjoyed the role-play."
"I did not have the honours." Grissom stated. His voice still controlled.
"Oh Greg then," Brass continued, having caught the glimpse of Grissom clenching his fists. "He seems to be working with her a lot lately."
"Nick had the honours." Grissom stated, not reacting to Brass's comment.
Brass just looked at Grissom. Wondering if he was even aware of how obviously clear he had made his dislike of that fact.
Sara continued. "Some of your injuries were consistent with the position. The burses to your sides are inconsistent. This means that on top of the rape charge, we will be adding an assault charge." Sara studied the girl's reactions. Saw her pale even more, if that were at all possible. Her hands started wringing. Sara placed the sheet back in the file before continuing, having considered the victims reactions. "I'm well aware that the suspect is a person within your circle of friends. What I cannot understand is why you wish to protect him by remaining silent. He violated you, yet you still want to protect him." Sara got up, intending to leave. "By confirming who did this to you, you could have closure, and move on with your life." Just then the girl dropped her head. "You would not believe me if I told you." The girl spoke up for the first time.
Grissom and Brass looked at each other behind the glass. Grissom had been weary when Brass had informed him that Sara wanted to see the victim on her own. Now he appreciated her instinct. Having sensed that the girl may be willing to talk to her, if they were alone. Her tactic had startled him though.
Sara remained silent for a while, planning her next move. "Please tell me, I would not want to provide incorrect information, resulting in the case dragging through the court."
The girl looked at her as Sara sat down once again. "It was not rape." The girl finally stated. Sara unbelieving at first remained silent. Hoping her silence would encourage the girl.
Sara took out her pen, intending to take notes. "Jonathan and I have been seeing each other for a few weeks now." The girl started. "No, I should start further back… Marc and I broke up a few weeks ago. He was very possessive, and was convinced that I was cheating on him. So I called it a day…I met Jonathan through one of my friends not long after. We clicked. I'm sure you would understand what that's like, when you just have that instant connection with someone. I had always wanted to be more experimental with sex, and he was just so easy to talk to about such things. Anyway, your assessment of the position is correct. We had decided to give it a try, looking for the position that stimulated both of us best. It was the most amazing experience. We had just finished when Marc stormed in on us, yanking Jonathan off me. Before I had time to realize what was happening I was lying in a heap on the floor, my sides in agony. I think he must have kicked me. Then proceeded to grab my wrists pulling me up, before tossing my clothes at me ordering me to get dressed. After which he kicked Jonathan a few more times. I tried to stop him but he only slung at me, sending me to the floor again. That's when I grazed my face. He then dragged me out to his car and drove me to the hospital, claiming I'd been raped. When I tried to object, he sneered at me. Saying that we were stupid enough to have unprotected sex, and that the evidence would put Jonathan away."
Sara at some stage looked down at the table, having realized that her case would now need handing over to the local department. No longer being an assault and rape case, only assault.
Grissom looked at Brass. "Well, I think you have another case on your hands."
"Yeah, more passionate crimes, like we never get enough of them." Brass replied.
Taking a deep breath Sara asked the girl "why didn't you speak up sooner?"
"I did not think anyone would believe me, not with the injuries."
"The report on your physical showed that the intercourse was consensual." Sara disclosed.
"You can determine that?"
"Yes, and had you spoken up sooner, we would have been able to apprehend this Mark. Instead of trying to figure out Jonathan's profile." Sara stated.
"I didn't know, things just kept happening. Like I had no control." The girl answered quietly.
Sara knew that the system for dealing with rape cases was not the most friendly, often making the victim feel more victimised. Letting go of a sigh she asked the girl. "Would you be willing to put all of this down in a statement? That way we can proceed with the assault charge."
"You mean they won't charge Jonathan then?" The girl asked, hope evident in her voice.
"We can only lay a charge once your statement has been taken." Sara confirmed before rising from her chair. "And if Jonathan has suffered injuries, like you. That would strengthen the case against Marc." Sara said, getting everything together again. "I'll ask for them to send in an officer to take your statement." Sara said getting ready to leave.
"Thank you." The girl spoke up.
Sara smiled at the girl. "It's what we do."
"No, you don't understand.' The girl started. "Thank you for not judging me. Many consider it strange, or common to be so willing to experiment. They almost treat you like you're not normal. You never judged me." The girl finished.
"It is not my job to judge you."
"Thank you. For the first time since this started, I feel like someone is treating me like a human. Not as someone, or something they do not even understand what has happened to."
Sara remained quiet for a moment, before speaking. "A Friend once told me, that we should be open to new experiences. That not everyone has the same tastes, and just because they're different from yours, it does not make them any less human."
"A wise friend." The girl answered. Sara smiled at her. "A much loved friend, that at times is unwilling to follow his own advice." "But only a friend." The girl stated having seen Sara's response. "He will never be more than a friend." She answered flatly. With that Sara left.
Once outside the interrogation room, Brass joined her. "Well done Sara, how did you know?" She handed him the file, feeling Grissom's presence. She looked up to see him exiting the observation room. "I didn't, the injuries just didn't seem to make sense." She finished, avoiding Grissom's gaze. Realizing that he would have heard what she had said. Discussing matters with Brass, before requesting that a female officer take the statement. Then took her leave of them, returning to the labs. Wondering if Nick could use some help with the DB.
Grissom looked after her, noting her guard having gone up. At the time he had not thought that she had listened to him so intently. He reminded himself to talk to her about it later - he never did.
Last night I was blown away,
I said a million things I'd never say,
Was knocked out, it got to me.
Gotta get some of your chemistry
Promises - Def Leppard
The story is not done. There's a lot of mileage to cover. I do take requests for GSR scenes, and will write them with the emotional undertone I started with here. If you have any suggestions regarding song lyrics that you think will fit a scene let me know. I'm really getting into this CSI thing (having done some research now). There are miles of space for creative freedom.
