A/N: Thanks again to my beta Unspoken. The more research I conduct the more I'm surprised at how many female rapists there are in North America alone. The sad part is, 99 of males never speak up about the crimes committed against them. More to come VERY soon.

Chapter 3

Femme Fatale

They still had no evidence; she only left behind one hair and no fingerprints which were her own. This case was a mystery.

As Grissom finally sat down in his fully worked in office chair, he began to feel the affects of the case. Since the Femme Fatale Rapist had started her ritualistic rapes and now murders, Grissom had only received a few hours of sleep. He always sent Sara home early, but he neglected his own needs. He couldn't stay fully alert without sleep, and as he head bobbed to the silent rhythm of time, Grissom knew he needed a break.

"You know even good looking supervisors deserve a rest once and a while. Besides, I miss you beside me." Sara leaned against the doorway to Grissom's office and appeared genuinely worried. She flashed him a warm smile before entering and closing the door, for privacy.

"The best is he who calls men to the best. And those who heed the call are also blessed. But worthless who call not, heed not, but rest." Grissom smiled as he finished his quote, feeling slightly excited by the seductive look in Sara's eye. He had neglected her to say the least, yet she was still understanding. She knew how important this case was to the entire team, there was never an objection to a decline on romantic evenings. However, she did miss them greatly, and Grissom wouldn't object to a brief romantic office interlude. Besides, the door was locked.

Grissom stared into Sara's eyes and displayed the lingering hunger for her that struck right to her heart. She knew that look of need anywhere.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Sara devilishly smiled, as she walked over to his chair and sat on his lap.

"What do you think is on my mind?" Grissom huskily asked, not getting a response but a deep, hard kiss. Their tongues tangled for several minutes before Grissom took the liberty of removing his shirt. Sara took her time in feeling every inch of his chest, like she had seen it for the first time before returning her lips to his.

He let out a muffled moan as he felt her undoing his belt. Should they be doing this here? They should be worried about the case, not their own personal needs. He knew it was a mistake, but it was one mistake that felt "oh so good."

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Sara giggled, as Grissom quickly straightened out the wrinkles in his golf shirt while they made their way down the hall. Even if their interlude wasn't entirely professional, it seemed to relax Grissom. As he put his hand lovingly around her back, they entered the DNA lab and were surprised to find the rest of the team already there.

"What were you two up to?" Catherine suspiciously asked, knowing that Grissom's door had been locked for over a half an hour.

"We were just going over some evidence. Any results yet?" Grissom asked without feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Another dead end. Wendy says that the DNA she extracted from the hair is not in the database." Nick sighed, as Wendy shrugged her shoulders.

"Sorry guys, better luck next time." Wendy consoled the team before going back to the pile of work before her.

As the team left the lab they all got a page at once.

"Press conference in 15 minutes: Need Grissom and Catherine. Others watch. - Ecklie"

"Great, just what we should be doing." Nick protested as the team made their way to their Tahoes.

"To inform the public is an asset Nicky. Some of Vegas, is still not taking this rapist seriously. And now that she has escalated, we have to warn the public to lock their windows, despite the heat." Grissom narrowed his gaze at the young CSI as they got into the vehicle, succumbing to the heat.

As the team arrived on scene at police headquarters, they were swarmed with reporters and other news personnel who were trying to be the first to get some answers. The scene reminded Grissom of a pack of wolves struggling to be the first to get a piece of meat.

Ecklie was the first to order some officers to escort the team into the press room promptly.

"Gil I want you to be the first to speak today, everyone is waiting for your thoughts and opinions on this delicate matter. Usually when you speak to them they settle down, and the public feels more secure." Ecklie announced, as he guided Grissom over to the podium which all eyes of the press were focused on.

"Good afternoon. As some of you may be aware of, I'm Gil Grissom, a criminalist from the Las Vegas Crime lab. I'm here today to tell you that everyone should be taking precautions in light of recent events. Windows should be locked at all times, as well as doors. Please have someone walk with you at the end of the night so you're not alone." Grissom paused long enough for the entire room of the press to jump up and question his brief statement all at once.

"Rick Murphy, Las Vegas Mirror- the public seems to think of this serial rapist as a big joke. How many serial rapists are there and how rare is it?"

"I can only stress that this is a matter not to be taken lightly. She is a severely dangerous woman who is capable of performing acts just as much as a man could. She has raped twenty one victims and now has killed her first. She will not stop until we catch her, and our team is trying our very best at taking her off the streets." Grissom felt a trickle of sweat dripping down his forehead as the various lights in the room, began to overwhelm the cool breeze of the air conditioning.

"Mr. Grissom, Tom McCullon- Las Vegas Post, what is your profile of the Femme Fatale? What would drive a woman to such lengths?" The reporter asked, while holding up his microphone.

"She is most likely a young woman between the ages of twenty and thirty. She may have blonde hair, and severe low self esteem. She most likely was, or witnessed someone close to her being raped therefore, she holds the need to seek revenge. She is a sadistic individual who does not care for human life, but for the feeling of over powering men. The acts are not about sexual pleasure but about sexual dominance."

"Mr. Grissom- Do you think she'll ever be caught or is she outsmarting your entire lab?" A man, clearly not apart of the press rose out of the crowd, obviously angry and searching for answers. "My son is dead because you couldn't catch this bitch, and all you can do is attend a press conference to sooth the public's worries?" Chris Hoggard, the father of the most recent murder and rape victim, held back tears and demanded for an explanation. Grissom thought it was his right and told security to back off.

"Mr. Hoggard, I can only say that my team and I have been working around the clock to take this serial rapist and murderer off the street. I will tell you this, she cannot be smart enough to cover every ounce of evidence. She could leave behind anything: a hair or a fiber and eventually we will find out who she is. No one can outsmart the evidence." Grissom's speech seemed to create a wave of silence over the crowd and the grieving father. He slowly stepped away from the microphone, believing that he had given an adequate amount of information, before handing the questioning over to Catherine.

He couldn't take too much of the press, even though he knew the public had the right to know what was going on.

"You alright?" Sara quietly asked as she tried to tune out Catherine's round of questioning in the background.

"I'm fine, I guess I'm just dreading the next time my beeper goes off. There's a rapist and a murderer out there and I can't do anything about it." Grissom sighed, trying to remain objective.

"Listen, we're going to find her, the evidence will appear soon enough. There's always a clue remember?" Sara grinned, as she put a supportive arm around him.

"The absence of evidence is not evidence of absence." Grissom quoted, as he looked onto the room filled with press once more.

One could only hope that the evidence would appear soon, before another teen took a permanent absence on life.