Chapter 26
Throughout the evening, Kate and Robin were conducting experiments to see what substance would blow up under a certain temperature. Nothing too big, but it kept Kate occupied while Grissom ran tests of his own. He sat in DNA and ran the card through CODIS. As he was waiting for the machine, he checked AFIS. No DNA came back, but a single fingerprint was present.
Sitting in his office later that night, Grissom was on the phone to Sam Grant. The department detective. The person belonging to that fingerprint was not suppose to contact them in any way, shape or form and that court order had been broken. Grissom leaned hard into his hand. "What do you mean you can only fine him?" Getting some kind of explanation, Grissom sighed and hung up.
"What did he say?" Came Sara's voice from the doorway.
Looking up, he shook his head. "They have fined him and sent him on his way." The sarcasm was easily heard in his voice.
Sara nodded and looked down at the floor. "He didn't deliver them?"
Grissom shook his head. "Apparently it was a deliveryman. He was paid to drive all the way here and no I don't know where. Sorry." He sighed and dropped his head.
"Nothing to be sorry about. He obviously knows where we are. I just hope he's not got it into his head to send more." She turned and started walking down the corridor.
Getting to his feet, Grissom followed her. As he fell in line with her step, his hand brushed hers. Sara smiled and wrapped her hand around his, leaning slightly against his arm. He returned the smile and led her towards the exit. A crime scene was still out there to be processed.
Sara buckled up and reached across to find Grissom's hand. "Griss?"
He looked up and chuckled. She had that look in her eyes. He leaned towards her and whispered against her lips. "Yes my love?"
She hummed and smiled. "I love you, you know?"
Reaching up, he ran his fingers down her jaw and deepened the kiss. Sara moaned into his mouth and sighed as he pulled away. Looking into her eyes, he said seriously. "I know." His smile reached his eyes as he suddenly went embarrassed.
She nudged his hand on her thigh. "What?" She grinned.
He shook his head and shyly ducked it. "I was just thinking about this morning and how much I love you."
Sara smiled and linked his hand with hers. "And?" She sensed there was something else.
He shrugged. "And," He leaned forward to her ear. His tongue peaked out as he traced the shell. She shuddered and sighed. Her eyes closing at the delicious torture he was invoking on her body.
"We're at work." She moaned.
He grunted a reply and pulled her lobe into his mouth. Kissing the soft piece of sensitive flesh behind her ear, he murmured. "And I can't wait to get you home." Teasing her skin with his tongue, teeth and lips, he found her mouth and kissed her strongly. The desire built up between them, making the tension thick. He smiled smugly and pulled away to start the car.
Sara dropped her head back against the headrest and groaned. "You, are an asshole. I ever tell you that?" She turned her head and looked at him.
Grissom smiled and nodded. "Occasionally." As they drove from the lab car park, a black van followed them.
Throughout the evening, Kate and Robin were conducting experiments to see what substance would blow up under a certain temperature. Nothing too big, but it kept Kate occupied while Grissom ran tests of his own. He sat in DNA and ran the card through CODIS. As he was waiting for the machine, he checked AFIS. No DNA came back, but a single fingerprint was present.
Sitting in his office later that night, Grissom was on the phone to Sam Grant. The department detective. The person belonging to that fingerprint was not suppose to contact them in any way, shape or form and that court order had been broken. Grissom leaned hard into his hand. "What do you mean you can only fine him?" Getting some kind of explanation, Grissom sighed and hung up.
"What did he say?" Came Sara's voice from the doorway.
Looking up, he shook his head. "They have fined him and sent him on his way." The sarcasm was easily heard in his voice.
Sara nodded and looked down at the floor. "He didn't deliver them?"
Grissom shook his head. "Apparently it was a deliveryman. He was paid to drive all the way here and no I don't know where. Sorry." He sighed and dropped his head.
"Nothing to be sorry about. He obviously knows where we are. I just hope he's not got it into his head to send more." She turned and started walking down the corridor.
Getting to his feet, Grissom followed her. As he fell in line with her step, his hand brushed hers. Sara smiled and wrapped her hand around his, leaning slightly against his arm. He returned the smile and led her towards the exit. A crime scene was still out there to be processed.
Sara buckled up and reached across to find Grissom's hand. "Griss?"
He looked up and chuckled. She had that look in her eyes. He leaned towards her and whispered against her lips. "Yes my love?"
She hummed and smiled. "I love you, you know?"
Reaching up, he ran his fingers down her jaw and deepened the kiss. Sara moaned into his mouth and sighed as he pulled away. Looking into her eyes, he said seriously. "I know." His smile reached his eyes as he suddenly went embarrassed.
She nudged his hand on her thigh. "What?" She grinned.
He shook his head and shyly ducked it. "I was just thinking about this morning and how much I love you."
Sara smiled and linked his hand with hers. "And?" She sensed there was something else.
He shrugged. "And," He leaned forward to her ear. His tongue peaked out as he traced the shell. She shuddered and sighed. Her eyes closing at the delicious torture he was invoking on her body.
"We're at work." She moaned.
He grunted a reply and pulled her lobe into his mouth. Kissing the soft piece of sensitive flesh behind her ear, he murmured. "And I can't wait to get you home." Teasing her skin with his tongue, teeth and lips, he found her mouth and kissed her strongly. The desire built up between them, making the tension thick. He smiled smugly and pulled away to start the car.
Sara dropped her head back against the headrest and groaned. "You, are an asshole. I ever tell you that?" She turned her head and looked at him.
Grissom smiled and nodded. "Occasionally." As they drove from the lab car park, a black van followed them.