Disclaimer: Until I'm told otherwise, I still don't own CSI, unfortunately. If I did, I would bring Grissom back into the team!
A/N: I now realise that the 1st chapter was really different type of writing for me, it's quite gloomy and dark- I had no idea how it'd turn out, but I just hoped you like it! As I write for my readers as well as my own personal feelings of writing awesome fics! I dedicate this chapter & story to my fab cousin Leanne Rose Musson!
I, Gil Grissom - Chapter Two
Of course he could. At this moment in time, anything was possible, he felt stronger, was stronger. He felt capable of anything and anything was what he was planning. To take her life would be plain murder. To take her life would be plain wrong. Plain wrong is just what he was.
...He sank his teeth into her flesh.
Her river of metallic scarlet met his teeth and lips, acting as a stopper to stop her precious blood from escaping his mouth. It was sickly sweet and unlike anything he'd ever tasted, harsh and metallic yet sweet. His mouth was full of her blood. He drank her, he needed her, was thirsty for her. It strengthened him, empowered him. Not lingering on just one mouthful of her blood, in need of more.
She opened her mouth on contact in a fraternised gasp of pain, horror and shock. She kept her mouth open in a strained and forced 'o' shape, but no screaming escaped her lips. Her neck was still strained; her tendons and muscles still tense. Her breathing laboured her chocolate brown eyes wide with fear under his attack. She was like one of many actresses in silent movies, as their acing and expression spoke so many words without them having to say a single word. Amongst many feelings that rushed through Sara's loosing blood. This was one of them.
Sara Sidle fell to her knees. Her knees coming into contact with the navy blue carpet, her joints aching as they plummeted south.
Sara blacked out.
-CSI-
The navy blue carpet was flat against her cheek, her left eye was in the shadows created by her lying flat against the floor, near to being parallel to Grissom's desk Sara inhaled carpet dust. So scared to open her eyes, in fear on who or what will meet her sight, Sara let her four other senses guide her and describe the scene.
There was no sound in the room. Silence was the only describable sound along with a hum of talk and evidence processing machinery in the outside labs, nothing in the office and nothing of any threat.
Sara Sidle was sprawled out on the navy carpet of Grissom's office, her arms were bent out in front of her as she had braced herself as the floor seemed to rise up and punch her in the face. Perhaps that was the reason for the dull ache in her left cheek bone. Her legs were bent perpendicular to each other; her palms were splayed out, her fingers outstretched, feeling the rough thread of the carpet, her fingers slowly making small circles that made her fingertips feel slightly fuzzy, it reassured Sara that she was still alive.
Continuing in creating small circles on the carpet as she inhaled deeply yet deathly silent, she couldn't deny, Sara smelt blood. Years of being a CSI, she was like a human sniffer dog to it, a moth to a flame, a Criminalist to blood. Sara just had to determine where the sickly stench was coming from.
Sara's chocolate brown eyes flashed open, immediately worried that they'd either meet a bright white light or Grissom, her supposed attacker. Instead her pupils dilated and focused on the desks nearest leg Sara grabbed it and pulled herself up, groaning quietly as there was a painful sharp pull in her neck, Sara brushed her fingers over the source of the pain, imminently making it worse. Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth she looked at her fingers, small traces of blood clung to each finger; she rubbed it off with her thumb. She was going to pull herself up to a standing position when a small yet audible creak spilt the silence in two.
In a second Sara was looking up into the blue eyes of her boss, Gil Grissom.
Her first intention was to pull herself up, however painful it was and render him injured somehow, this was all before she saw the concerned look in his eyes. "What did you do to me?" Sara spoke, her voice clear and capable of being heard where the courage to speak came from baffled her.
"Well the long and the short of it is... I've turned you, Sara." Grissom replied linking his fingers together as he spoke.
"Into what exactly?" She answered back, running her tongue the length of her upper teeth.
"A vampire." Gil Grissom blatantly responded.
"Right... so why don't I have fangs?" Sara questioned, trying but failing to pull her self up by the desk.
Grissom prised her hand away from the glass-topped desk and carefully pulled her up; careful to not hurt her. "I don't have the answer to that, Sara."
Sara Sidle took Grissom's offering hand. If he had meant to hurt her, surely he'd have just left her to bleed out and die of her injuries. She took his hand hoping to find out what possessed to hurt his subordinate. Grissom had pulled her up then silently told her to sit on the edge of his desk where he inspected her neck wound.
"How are you feeling?" Gil asked with true honest concern and consideration in his voice.
"I don't know Grissom, how am I supposed to feel after being bitten by my boss who's now a vampire and have suffered major blood loss?" Sara almost shouted, but raising her voice and talking hurt her neck, her neck muscles tightened to the point where she felt like she couldn't breathe, her mouth was dry as a bone and her head pounded; probably her blood warming and circulating around her body.
"I don't know either, Sara." Grissom responded.
"It could be the fact that I'm not a vampire. A) They don't exist and B)..." Sara picked up a 6x4 brown cardboard box with a note pinned inside along with a piece of pink coloured gauze that seemed to have a pink tinge to it. "... You have this." Sara pointed to the cardboard box.
Sara had regained her strength somehow and her brain was in its CSI Criminalist mode within a batter of an eyelid, her first initial thought were to take the package down to the chemical analyser.
Sara Sidle staggered away from the desk in Grissom's office and out into he clear walled corridors of CSI Vegas, carrying the suspicions package after asking Grissom about when he got it exactly, he says he couldn't remember but that it was around the time he apparently got bitten. She then headed to go and see Greg- the most reliable lab tech or lab rat, he wouldn't ask too many questions about the pertaining case the package was from, or ask Sara about her current physical condition. When she stepped into the fishbowl of a forensics lab Sara realised there was no lab tech on duty, she cocked an eyebrow and decided that she'd test it herself when, "Hey Sara, how you been doin'?"
Greg's slightly nasal young voice pricked up her ears and made her smile slightly.
"I'm good Greg; I just need this processing ASAP." Sara faked a smile, giving the young, fair haired lab tech the package, covering her small healing wound on her neck precariously with her hand trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. "I want the whole deal on this, Greg, okay? Fingerprints, DNA and I think that piece of gauze there has a chemical on it, I need it soon as."
"O-kayo the whole shebang the full Monty at light speed comin' right up" Greg smirked then asked. "What case is this? Has the lab got some suspicious mail?" Greg put on some latex gloves and took the box from Sara, eyeing her up carefully.
Sara took in a deep sigh, she couldn't lie to Greg, she couldn't lie to anyone, and it was in her blood and her personality. "No case, Greg. This is something personal; I'd hope you can keep this to yourself." Sara glanced at the floor, rubbing her neck carefully, looking back at Greg; he had a half suspicious and concerned expression on his face.
Greg smiled slightly. "Just give me a minuet, Sara. Well not a minuet more like a few." Greg rambled, getting some swabs and his forensic equipment to test each and every possible on what was in this curious box he was also going to run some databases, he then turned on a small boom box that blasted out some rock music.
Sara listened to the loud tunes, them not entertaining her, but obviously amusing the young blonde lab tech as he busied himself with his work Sara had entrusted him with. After a few minutes and head-banging from Greg, he handed Sara a chemical analysis fresh out of the machine, three letters had her eyebrows shoot up a fraction. "Thanks, Greg." Sara told him as she read the sheet to herself.
"No problem, Sara and don't worry, I won't tell a soul." Greg told her honestly.
Half smiling at Greg, Sara went back to Grissom's office, watching him pondering over his array of books and jars on his desk. Sara skimmed the page across his desk, announcing her arrival silently. "You're not a vampire." Sara told him confidently. "The piece of gauze had traces, large traces of LSD. LSD, Grissom! It's supposed to make you more susceptible and suggestive; to make you believe anything you hear or anything you read. The handwritten note in the bottom of the box was telling you that you were a vampire; someone set you up, Grissom. Someone set you up to believe you were something that not even you could prove is real or not, I bet someone did this so you'll falter in your ways and become careless in your work; ...so you'd think you can't prove things anymore." Sara Sidle told him matter-of-factly, as she carried on telling him about her findings, a smile slowly grew on her lips until Grissom answered her.
"I know." Grissom said simply.
"You know?"Sara answered, clearly riled.
"Yes. As you took the box to Greg, I went to Doc Robbins and had a quick TOX panel on my blood. It had traces of LSD in it. But at the same time, that small trace of LSD that was left had left my system, it was already on its way out." Grissom replied.
"Alright..." Sara started, steadying her breathing, "but who would want to do that do you?"
"No-one." Grissom began. "The box was pertaining to a case; I was handling it and must have inhaled or consumed some of the LSD substance on the gauze without wearing gloves." Grissom informed Sara.
"So it was all an accident?" Sara asked confused, her eyebrows hitched up a notch.
"A piece of evidence endangered my life, that's not an accident." Grissom advised raising an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah. You're right. It was quite a large amount of LSD that was on the gauze; well it had to be to change your vast mind." Sara smiled; her warm brown eyes finally expressed a calm expression towards Grissom. "What I couldn't understand was why you bit me under your intoxication." Sara pondered out loud.
"Well, perhaps my intoxicated self, believing he was a vampire was lonely and wanted a vampire friend." Grissom answered her stridently. "You should get yourself a TOX panel and perhaps a rabies injection."
Sara widened her eyes noticeably. "But I didn't touch the gauze, I simply carried the box to Greg, I feel fine, Grissom. But if it puts your mind at rest I'll do it."
Grissom nodded, "Thank you, Sara but you'll do it after we go to Greg and get the rest of the results from that cardboard box, he still has the fingerprints and possible DNA from it, we need it for the case." Grissom smirked as Sara nodded in agreement he then thought to himself that never again will he doubt his knowledge in books and his bugs, that something improvable is most probably fake and unreliable. Grissom was never really a man of faith but he knew always to keep his faith in his work and in science, in hope that it will give him answers, as it always does. He kept his faith in everyone in the lab and his team that with a tiny speck of dust or the smallest droplet of blood they will find what or who it is that left it there and that with the most fickle fingerprint is traceable and that will always give him answers, he always got answers. He had faith in Greg who inspected and ran tests on the cardboard box, he had faith that he will see to it, his team will always see to it.
He will always get answers.
The End! Whoa, this took me ages to write huh? I just hope you all liked where I took it, please tell me in a review! Thank you for reading!
