Gil was starting to get concerned, was there a connection between the murdered women and his love notes? This was something that he had to take into consideration, but what? And why? And who?
Sara thought it a little strange but nothing more, after all, Gil is a very good looking man and it is not unusual for some women to fantasy about a relationship. It could be one of his students, he still teaches part time and WLVU, after all that is where she first fell in love with those deep blue eyes. As far as there being a connection - well she doubted it.
After the forth body was found Sara was starting to get a little creped out, looking at someone who had your physical traits is enough to make your skin crawl.
"Ok," Jim said, "There is no doubt that we have a serial killer on our hands."
A meeting had been called to go over what they knew and find the best way to stop it.
"To some people, spiders are some of the most fear-inducing, cringe-worthy critters around," Gil started.
"Me for one," Catherine said, shivering.
"All spiders are venomous, but most are not dangerous because they either are not strong enough to pierce human skin, or their venom is too weak to affect people," Gil continued, "What we are dealing with is the western black widow spider, Latrodectus hesperus, is one of the better known of the dangerous spiders in the country. A bite from these spiders can be painful and potentially deadly, though fatalities are rare."
"If that is the case then why is it killing our ladies?" Warrick asked.
"It is my guess that they are being milked, similar to the way snakes are," Gil said, "Doc found makes similar to an injection site on all three ladies."
"So your saying that some creep is milking these spiders, collecting the venom and injecting it into the women?" Catherin said, shuttering at the thought of even touching a spider.
"That is the only conclusion that we can come to," Gil said.
"That would take special training?" Sara asked.
"Defiantly," Gil answered.
"Should we check pet stores to see if anyone bought one?" Nick asked.
"I doubt that," Gil said, "Before a store would sell one it would have to be safe. They are common enough here, all you have to do is know where and how to catch some."
"What about the notes?" Jim asked.
"Nothing," Hodges said, "Standard note book paper and the Y is made with a red marker, kind you can find in almost any store."
"What about the victims?" Warrick asked.
"Beyond the fact they all have the same physical traits, nothing," Sara said, "Different backgrounds, different jobs, different social circles."
"So we have nothing," Jim said.
"It looks that way," Gil said.
The group went over the paper work for another hour trying to find some common link.
"We have been at this for well over three hours," Gil said, "I think we should call it a night. Tomorrow I want each of you to take one of the victims and dig into their back ground. We'll meet back here tomorrow night and see if we can come up with anything."
Good nights were said and everyone headed home. On the porch of their house was a package with Gil's name on it. Gil opened the box, inside was a butterfly in a shadow box, it was the one he needed to complete a collection.
"You finally found it," Sara said.
Gil looked at her, "I never ordered it."
Sara looked at him.
"Sara," he said pointing to the bottom of the box, "Look."
Laying on the bottom of the box was a piece of paper with a big red Y.
"Do you still think that the poems and the murders are not connected?" he asked.
Sara called Brass, then she got her kit and processed the box, the paper and the shadow box.
"Ok, this is just getting weirder by the second," Jim said, to Gil, "I think while the others are digging into our ladies background you better be dig into yours. There has to be some sort of connection."
Gil agreed.
"Hon," Sara said, "Maybe Jim should assign you some protection."
Gil laughed, "I'm not a woman."
Sara smiled, "And I am glad you are not but if this psycho is in some way connected to you …."
Gil cut her off, "No. I'm fine."
Sara looked at him, fear in her eyes. Gil stroked her face, "I'll be all right, I promise."
Gil pulled her to him and planted soft kisses on her face then he nuzzled at her neck. "Come on," he whispered in her ear, "Show me how glad you are that I am not a woman."
Sara trembled, what that man did to her was unbelievable.
Gil locked the house and set the alarm then taking Sara's hand headed for the bedroom.
Gil eased her to the bed, kissing her. She felt herself sink into the moment, floating on and drowning in his kiss and the feel of his hands, one on her breast, the other descending her body smoothing over her hip, across her belly and down further to the juncture between her thighs.
Lightly, he traced over her mound, barely touching her love nub, smiling as her legs fell open to him. Gil let his kisses go where his hand had been as he kissed his way down until he settled his head between her thighs.
Sara was moaning with pleasure now as he took her little nub between his lips and began sucking and licking her. She let out a scream of pleasure when he pressed a finger inside of her finding her spot he began pumping it until he felt Sara's walls clamping down on his finger, hearing her scream his name.
She was lost in ecstasy as her whole body throbbed with pleasure. Sara felt her release tighten in her belly, every nerve teetering on the edge.
Without warning he slipped a second finger into her snug passage. It sent her over the precipice of release into a raging orgasm, her body contracting and pulsing with exquisite pleasure.
Gil moved above her, he pushed into her slowly, feeling her wet heat surround him, her vaginal muscle still contracting closed tightly over his manhood and they both groaned at the perfect feel of the other's body. Slowly, he moved his hips back, almost sliding completely out and she arched herself up, pulling him back in.
Their groans filled the air as they moved, together, meeting and matching in slow deliberate thrusts. Gil felt her hot juices flooding over him as Sara reached a second orgasm. They groaned in unison, their thrusts becoming haphazard as his orgasm crashed over him and filled Sara with his hot juices.
He collapsed on top of her, his tired arms finally giving out. He nuzzled her neck, placing tender kisses on her skin. She whimpered lightly as his softening member slid from her.
Gil moved form her and wrapped her in his arms. Sara lay her head on his chest and shortly fell off to sleep.
It was near end of shift the next day when everyone, once again met in the break room.
"Where's Grissom?" Warrick asked.
"He called me a little bit ago," Sara said, "Someone hit Hank. They brought him to the vets. Gil said he would be here as soon as he made sure the dog was alright."
Sara told them about the box from last night, everyone agreed that it was a good possibility that someone was after Gil.
Catherine took over, "Ok what have we found?"
Everyone was talking, Sara was looking at the notes.
"Hey guys, call me crazy but," Sara said, "I think all this is a message to Gil."
Everyone looked at her.
Sara picked up a marker and waked over to a board she made a very large Y.
"This was on all the bodies," she said.
"Where are you going with this?" Catherine asked.
"Just this," she said.
Next to the Y she wrote the name of the first lady SANDRA under it she wrote the second name ABIGAIL then the third RUTH and finally the fourth ALEXANDRIA. Then she circled the first letter of each name.
"Y SARA," she said, "All this started after we announced our engagement."