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Misguided Fantasies: Chapter Seven
Sara and Greg could hear Nick and Catherine cackling through their ear pieces about their answers to the questions that Ms Jones had asked as they sat and waited for Ben Worth in his empty office. Sara glanced over at Greg who had fallen back into angry silence. She reached out her hand but he simply ignored her touch.
He felt so many things at once that he couldn't bring himself to react; angry, hurt, sick.
"So where are the love birds?" A voice boomed. They turned to see a large, balding man in a deep purple suit, his fingers decorated in rings and a solid gold watch wrapped around his wrist. "There you are you lovely people."
There was something about his grin that was psychotic and made them nervous.
"Right so I heard you've been told the basics...I'm here you tell you the nitty gritty...the ins and outs...if you know what I mean." He winked at Sara who blushed. "What we do is provide you with a wild night...one you won't forget. You'll be given a timetable telling you exactly where you need to be, what you need to do and a map of a route that you should walk. Then somewhere along the way you'll be kidnapped and taken to your lover. You'll be given one of the bracelets you saw outside so that you will be easy to identify." Ben pulled a sheet of paper with a time on it and showed them. Sara and Greg turned to each other sharing a knowing look. "You'll be given information about exactly what you have to do. Any questions?" He asked as a teacher would at the end of a presentation.
"Who...exactly will be doing the kidnapping?" Sara asked shifting her seat.
"One of ours...with your time table you'll be given a photograph of your kidnapper so you don't get too alarmed." He explained. "We only have two at the moment. You in?"
"Yes." Greg answered a little too quickly but Ben smiled at how eager he was.
"When are you looking to do this?"
"As soon as you can." Greg said again giving the impression of being keen.
"Well...we had cancelation so how about tomorrow night?"
"Sounds great." Sara nodded. They knew that they had to catch the killer before he inevitably killed again.
Ben pulled out a bracelet and gave Sara another psychotic smile. "May I?" he waited for Sara to offer him her hand. He placed the bracelet on and kissed her hand and looked up to meet her eye. She gave him a quick smile wanting to pull away from his touch.
"You'll have come by tomorrow to pick up all the information, how about 2 o'clock?" They agreed to meet again disappearing out of the door.
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"You two sure you want to do this?" Catherine asked raising an eye brow at them as they all stood huddled in her office.
"If it stops someone else from being killed, yes." Sara responded for them both.
"Sara you're putting yourself in the way of a serial killer. You understand the risk right?" Catherine asked again unsure about whether risking the safety of Sara or Greg or both was worth it.
"I know...but I want to."
They all knew there was no point in fighting with Sara when she was in these sorts of moods; they remembered how she had ignored Grissom and put herself in the way of the strip strangler.
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Sara closed the locker room door, and slipped off the dress she had been forced to wear sitting down in nothing but her underwear.
She felt exhausted.
Greg hadn't spoken to her all day apart from when they were undercover.
What had she done?
Sara placed her head in her hands and closed her eyes. She thought of Grissom far away and completely oblivious to what she had done. She thought of how much she was about to hurt Greg and how much she had already hurt him.
The door opened closing causing Sara to jump up. Greg stepped inside and closed the door behind him not looking at her. Picking up the dress she had tossed aside she attempted to cover herself up.
"No need...it's not like I haven't seen you in less before." Greg said bitterly swinging his locker door open. He lifted his t-shirt over his head and tossed it inside.
"Greg can we talk?" Sara asked staring at her feet not being able to look him in the eye. He simply smirked and said nothing.
"Last night...I was upset...and hurt and I felt...rejected... I made a mistake...I was drunk..." She trailed off not knowing what she was trying to say.
"So what?" Greg said turning to her. "I was just a casual fuck to make you feel better?"
There was anger in his eyes like she had never seen before, and the tone of his voice scared her. This wasn't the Greg she knew. But then again who else did she have to blame but herself for what she was seeing.
"No...no it wasn't like that... Greg I'm sorry..." she pleaded with him but he looked so angry she just stopped talking.
"You didn't feel a thing?" he asked.
Sara stood not knowing what to say. She did feel something.
She could feel it now as he stood only inches away from her.
But she couldn't bring herself to admit it; admit that she may have feelings for someone other than her husband.
He smirked at in a baiting sort of way and after tossing a towel over his shoulder disappeared in the direction of the showers.
Sara stood for a few seconds before she could stop herself she followed him. Seeing the outline of his body through the dense glass of one of the cubicles she swung the door open and stepped inside.
Greg placed the bar of soap down and turned to face her but before he could say a word she had snaked her arms around his neck and began kissing him. Greg pulled away for a second and smirked at her again; a look that said "I knew it". With one swift movement he turned Sara around and pushed her up against the back wall of the shower cubicle. He kissed her neck as water splashed and ran down her back.
"You ready?" he asked in a husky whisper.
Sara nodded not being able to bring herself to say it.
Greg pulled her soaked panties down and out of the way, he kicked her feet apart leaving Sara to brace herself. When he finally slipped inside of her Sara had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. He began thrusting varying speed, building her up only to slow down.
"Please." Sara said barely being able to breathe as she felt him slowing down again. "Harder."
Greg smiled to himself with a sense of satisfaction and complied pushing himself into her as hard and fast as he could.
Within seconds Sara's whole body was shaking and white lights were dancing in front of her vision.
Once was a mistake...but twice?
