Hello again, I've been a tad busy lately so I haven't updated for a couple
of days. Anyway I got a few ideas and decided to sit down and get them all
into this story. Reviews would be greatly appreciated and so would
feedback. Anyway here goes chapter 5.
"Tell me if this is too fast for you but,"
"Nothing's too fast for me, let's go."
Grissom's smiled at her forwardness, and led Sara quickly up the stairs.
Grissom woke up at approximately 4.53pm and realised he'd have to get up and start getting ready for work soon. He also realised the beautiful brunette who was snoring lightly beside him, curled up tightly in his strong arms. He couldn't believe what had happened over the past few hours. It must all be a dream. He kissed her tanned shoulder gently not wanting to disturb her.
He smiled broadly remembering the steamy session they had been having just hours ago, the mutual desire between the pair. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. He didn't want to forget anything about this moment. And it would have been perfect except for the incessant ringing of his cell phone.
Flicking open the cover, annoyed at the interruption, the caller I.D. stated it was Brass.
"Hi Brass, What's up?"
"You're not going to like this Grissom,"
"What's happened?"
"You know the Cleaver case that Catherine's working on?"
"Yeah the one with the missing. let me guess she'd not missing any longer?"
"Got it in one, I've already phoned Catherine but the body is in really bad shape Grissom, Whatever sick SOB did this to her has issues."
"Well we know the SOB we just didn't know where Danielle was. Thanks Brass. What's the address?"
"364 Grove court. About a mile from the CSI labs."
"Yeah I know Brass, I'll be there ASAP."
The phone clicked at the other end and Grissom sighed heavily. With one last look at Sara he got up reluctantly and moved quickly into the bathroom. He showered quickly, his mind thinking about the state of the girl. He knew it had been the stepfather from the beginning. The mother had disappeared a few years ago, and he was left holding the baby. Finally resentment overcame him and he went after the 'daughter'. It was quite uncommon but not unheard of. He just hoped they had the evidence to finally link the stepfather to the girl.
He shook the disturbing images from his head and finished showering. He got out and dried quickly not wanting to delay any more time before getting to the scene. Grissom stepped out of the bathroom, still dripping slightly from his haste in drying. He found Sara sat up in bed staring at him as he came out of the door.
"Now that's what I call a view!" She giggled.
"Likewise,"
He bent down to kiss her lightly, he just couldn't get enough of her. Every kiss she gave him made his hunger grow even more, and each kiss became more intense, the need for wanting to make up for lost time becoming to strong for Grissom.
"I heard you talking to Brass, Give me a minute and I'll come with you."
"Alright but you're going to have to be quick."
"Trust me I'll be like speedy Gonzales!"
Grissom laughed heartily. "Well, I'll go make some breakfast and time you,"
"Deal,"
True to her word, Sara was ready in exactly 10 minutes. Grissom was quite amazed; every other woman he'd known had occupied the bathroom for at least 30 minutes. This must be a record or something. Anyway not enough time to dwell on that. They ate their breakfast in silence preparing themselves for the day or rather night shift ahead.
The car journey was spent in a somewhat uncomfortable silence; Sara seemed edgy and Grissom had a sudden paranoia that she regretted last night.
"Sara."
"Yeah,"
"I don't know, you just kind of seem, Distracted I was wondering if."
"If what? I regretted last night, or rather this morning, whatever it was I don't regret it. Quite frankly I wish we could stop the car right now and have a little kissing session, however we have a crime scene to get to."
Grissom laughed. "Then what's wrong?"
"Would you leave me alone if I said I couldn't talk about it?"
"I suppose I'll have to,"
"Good, I kind of need to talk to someone before I can tell you."
By now Grissom's mind was working in overdrive, the sheer curiosity was killing him. He loathed not being told things, and especially by people who meant something to him. Oh well, she'd tell him if she needed to. Eventually they reached the address and Grissom looked on in bewilderment at the large marquee type structure ion front of the suburban house.
"This doesn't look good, Gris."
"I know, Sara, but Brass said it wasn't going to be pretty."
"Are they ever?"
Grissom frowned at the sudden note of despair in his partner's voice, and he so desperately wanted to reach over and give her a big kiss and tell her it would be alright. However, with Brass approaching the car faster than Grissom had seen him move in a long time he thought better of it.
Grissom exited the SUV, changing swiftly into business mode. "What's happened here Brass? Why the big marquee?"
"The neighbourhood has been pretty deserted this week. It's a small neighbourhood anyway, only 6 houses. Turns out 3 of the families have been on vacation together, one family have been home but haven't noticed anything suspicious and one house is between owners."
"Ok that's the background information, but you still haven't answered my question Brass."
"Well, when the wife of the family who's been here all week came home from work, she found Danielle hanging from the outside of the house. It's not pretty Grissom, this one even made me feel physically sick."
"Well that's ok Brass I'll take it from here."
"Oh will you now, I thought this was my case?"
"It is your case, so how's it going so far?"
"I've had better, Warrick's on his way with Nick and I presume you brought Sara with you."
"How did you know that?"
"Well, she's here and I don't see her SUV. Now, that's not exactly rocket science to me."
Grissom laughed, he realised he was on edge about people finding out about Sara and him before he'd told them. But there wasn't time to worry about that right now.
"So anyway what's the story?"
"Well, she's hanging from the outside of the house, question one how did she get there? We don't know that yet. Question 2 how did she die? We think she was murdered long before she was hung. Question 3 do we have any evidence it was the stepfather? Well we're working on it."
"Thanks," Grissom may be reading too far into this but Catherine wasn't acting like her usual self tonight. Usually she was the tough cookie, hardly any case bothered her. But Danielle was only about 15 and child cases did usually bother her. That must be it, he reasoned.
Warrick and Nick arrived soon after and with all five of them there the scene was processed in no time. Warrick hadn't had a chance to speak to Catherine today. He wanted to make sure things weren't strange between them and check she was alright with the case itself. This must be tough for her. Before he knew it the job was done and Catherine had packed up most of the samples and driven to the lab to get Greg to analyse them ASAP.
He felt like he was being avoided. Rather he knew he was being avoided. He just didn't know what to do about it. Since this was his case as well, he decided to excuse himself from the crime scene and follow her to the lab. He had no idea what he was going to say to her, but something would most probably be better than nothing.
On reaching the CSI labs he walked quickly to Greg's lab in desperate need of finding Catherine. "Hey Greg, Is Catherine around?"
"Well, She was and then she left in a hurry said she needed to go see her mom,"
"You must've got it wrong Greggo, Catherine's mom. nevermind did she say anything about where she was going?"
"She just said back home, if that helps you."
"Cheers Greggo I owe you one."
One problem, Warrick didn't know where back home was and he knew there was only one person who did. Picking his cell out from his leather jacket he dialled the familiar number on the way back to his parked SUV.
The phone seemed to ring for an eternity before the required person picked up on the other end. Warrick breathed deeply and said, "Hey Gris it's Warrick, look I need to ask you something."
That's all for this chapter hope you liked it. Please review and feedback would be great even f it's just to say you hate my story! Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX
"Tell me if this is too fast for you but,"
"Nothing's too fast for me, let's go."
Grissom's smiled at her forwardness, and led Sara quickly up the stairs.
Grissom woke up at approximately 4.53pm and realised he'd have to get up and start getting ready for work soon. He also realised the beautiful brunette who was snoring lightly beside him, curled up tightly in his strong arms. He couldn't believe what had happened over the past few hours. It must all be a dream. He kissed her tanned shoulder gently not wanting to disturb her.
He smiled broadly remembering the steamy session they had been having just hours ago, the mutual desire between the pair. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. He didn't want to forget anything about this moment. And it would have been perfect except for the incessant ringing of his cell phone.
Flicking open the cover, annoyed at the interruption, the caller I.D. stated it was Brass.
"Hi Brass, What's up?"
"You're not going to like this Grissom,"
"What's happened?"
"You know the Cleaver case that Catherine's working on?"
"Yeah the one with the missing. let me guess she'd not missing any longer?"
"Got it in one, I've already phoned Catherine but the body is in really bad shape Grissom, Whatever sick SOB did this to her has issues."
"Well we know the SOB we just didn't know where Danielle was. Thanks Brass. What's the address?"
"364 Grove court. About a mile from the CSI labs."
"Yeah I know Brass, I'll be there ASAP."
The phone clicked at the other end and Grissom sighed heavily. With one last look at Sara he got up reluctantly and moved quickly into the bathroom. He showered quickly, his mind thinking about the state of the girl. He knew it had been the stepfather from the beginning. The mother had disappeared a few years ago, and he was left holding the baby. Finally resentment overcame him and he went after the 'daughter'. It was quite uncommon but not unheard of. He just hoped they had the evidence to finally link the stepfather to the girl.
He shook the disturbing images from his head and finished showering. He got out and dried quickly not wanting to delay any more time before getting to the scene. Grissom stepped out of the bathroom, still dripping slightly from his haste in drying. He found Sara sat up in bed staring at him as he came out of the door.
"Now that's what I call a view!" She giggled.
"Likewise,"
He bent down to kiss her lightly, he just couldn't get enough of her. Every kiss she gave him made his hunger grow even more, and each kiss became more intense, the need for wanting to make up for lost time becoming to strong for Grissom.
"I heard you talking to Brass, Give me a minute and I'll come with you."
"Alright but you're going to have to be quick."
"Trust me I'll be like speedy Gonzales!"
Grissom laughed heartily. "Well, I'll go make some breakfast and time you,"
"Deal,"
True to her word, Sara was ready in exactly 10 minutes. Grissom was quite amazed; every other woman he'd known had occupied the bathroom for at least 30 minutes. This must be a record or something. Anyway not enough time to dwell on that. They ate their breakfast in silence preparing themselves for the day or rather night shift ahead.
The car journey was spent in a somewhat uncomfortable silence; Sara seemed edgy and Grissom had a sudden paranoia that she regretted last night.
"Sara."
"Yeah,"
"I don't know, you just kind of seem, Distracted I was wondering if."
"If what? I regretted last night, or rather this morning, whatever it was I don't regret it. Quite frankly I wish we could stop the car right now and have a little kissing session, however we have a crime scene to get to."
Grissom laughed. "Then what's wrong?"
"Would you leave me alone if I said I couldn't talk about it?"
"I suppose I'll have to,"
"Good, I kind of need to talk to someone before I can tell you."
By now Grissom's mind was working in overdrive, the sheer curiosity was killing him. He loathed not being told things, and especially by people who meant something to him. Oh well, she'd tell him if she needed to. Eventually they reached the address and Grissom looked on in bewilderment at the large marquee type structure ion front of the suburban house.
"This doesn't look good, Gris."
"I know, Sara, but Brass said it wasn't going to be pretty."
"Are they ever?"
Grissom frowned at the sudden note of despair in his partner's voice, and he so desperately wanted to reach over and give her a big kiss and tell her it would be alright. However, with Brass approaching the car faster than Grissom had seen him move in a long time he thought better of it.
Grissom exited the SUV, changing swiftly into business mode. "What's happened here Brass? Why the big marquee?"
"The neighbourhood has been pretty deserted this week. It's a small neighbourhood anyway, only 6 houses. Turns out 3 of the families have been on vacation together, one family have been home but haven't noticed anything suspicious and one house is between owners."
"Ok that's the background information, but you still haven't answered my question Brass."
"Well, when the wife of the family who's been here all week came home from work, she found Danielle hanging from the outside of the house. It's not pretty Grissom, this one even made me feel physically sick."
"Well that's ok Brass I'll take it from here."
"Oh will you now, I thought this was my case?"
"It is your case, so how's it going so far?"
"I've had better, Warrick's on his way with Nick and I presume you brought Sara with you."
"How did you know that?"
"Well, she's here and I don't see her SUV. Now, that's not exactly rocket science to me."
Grissom laughed, he realised he was on edge about people finding out about Sara and him before he'd told them. But there wasn't time to worry about that right now.
"So anyway what's the story?"
"Well, she's hanging from the outside of the house, question one how did she get there? We don't know that yet. Question 2 how did she die? We think she was murdered long before she was hung. Question 3 do we have any evidence it was the stepfather? Well we're working on it."
"Thanks," Grissom may be reading too far into this but Catherine wasn't acting like her usual self tonight. Usually she was the tough cookie, hardly any case bothered her. But Danielle was only about 15 and child cases did usually bother her. That must be it, he reasoned.
Warrick and Nick arrived soon after and with all five of them there the scene was processed in no time. Warrick hadn't had a chance to speak to Catherine today. He wanted to make sure things weren't strange between them and check she was alright with the case itself. This must be tough for her. Before he knew it the job was done and Catherine had packed up most of the samples and driven to the lab to get Greg to analyse them ASAP.
He felt like he was being avoided. Rather he knew he was being avoided. He just didn't know what to do about it. Since this was his case as well, he decided to excuse himself from the crime scene and follow her to the lab. He had no idea what he was going to say to her, but something would most probably be better than nothing.
On reaching the CSI labs he walked quickly to Greg's lab in desperate need of finding Catherine. "Hey Greg, Is Catherine around?"
"Well, She was and then she left in a hurry said she needed to go see her mom,"
"You must've got it wrong Greggo, Catherine's mom. nevermind did she say anything about where she was going?"
"She just said back home, if that helps you."
"Cheers Greggo I owe you one."
One problem, Warrick didn't know where back home was and he knew there was only one person who did. Picking his cell out from his leather jacket he dialled the familiar number on the way back to his parked SUV.
The phone seemed to ring for an eternity before the required person picked up on the other end. Warrick breathed deeply and said, "Hey Gris it's Warrick, look I need to ask you something."
That's all for this chapter hope you liked it. Please review and feedback would be great even f it's just to say you hate my story! Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX