Title: Fear Ch 5
Author: csiphile/Stepf
Rating: Holding strong at PG13
Disclaimers/Summary: See the first chapter.
Notes: Ok guys. Here is a nice long chapter for you! At long last the meeting, I am sure you have been sitting on pins and needles for it! Thank you so much everyone for the reviews, they rock and so do all of you! Glad to see some non-G/Sers enjoying it also! It a creepy fic for the whole group.
Yet again, the name of the stalker was borrowed from a (relatively) famous sports personality. No infringement intended, nor am I implying he is a stalker, I don't even know the man, I am sure he is very nice. If you want a hint, I am located in Michigan; therefore he plays for one of my 4 teams. If you could care less whom I borrowed the name from, that's fine too. Enjoy!!!!
Neither one of them seem to focus on the crime scene that night. They do their jobs to perfection as one would expect from the two, but they each have the same thing on their minds; a vase filled with what appear to be innocuous flowers, but what are really symbols for something more sinister.
After they are completed, Sara walks over to Brass, who is speaking to one of the officers to let him know they are leaving and should have something for him soon. It is a relatively simple robbery; Grissom had assigned this to them because they are still working the murder from last night. Prints and photographs of the scene have been taken, and really that is all they can do.
"Thanks Sara, I'll catch up to you at the station." She waves and walks away from the detective, lost in her thoughts, when someone calling her name gets her attention. Assuming its Brass, Sara turns to him, but he isn't there anymore. Furrowing her brow, Sara shakes her head and starts back to the Tahoe when again her name wafts over the noise of the crowd. This time looking at the small gathering to her left behind a line of crime scene tape, Sara scans for anyone she knows. Seeing no one, Sara is more confused then before until a man waving his hand catches her attention. Tilting her head in confusion and curiosity, Sara steps closer to the man, who is smiling broadly at her. Getting within arm's reach, she looks the man over. He is attractive, in his late 30s probably, a bit taller than Sara but easily outweighing her by 100 pounds. His ice blue eyes are in stark contrast to dark brown almost black hair; the effect is initially mesmerizing.
"Yes? Can I help you?" she asks politely; anyone can be a witness to the crime.
"You are even more beautiful than I imagined. I mean, you are pretty far away, but this close you are just.beautiful." he stammers, almost not believing she is standing in front of him.
"Excuse me?" she says and starts to take a step back.
"I..I'm sorry Sara. Did you get them?" he asks quickly. He doesn't want his Sara to walk away mad.
Sara isn't sure what the man is talking about when a sudden moment of clarity hits her. "The flowers? Do you mean the lilies?"
"Yes. They are your favorite, aren't they? I picked them myself. I want to say sorry for not talking to you last night at the other crime scene, that was wrong of me. You were so kind to that young girl, not that I would expect anything less from you." He stops and stares at her. Something in the stare triggers a memory for Sara.
"Yes, well, thank you very much for the flowers, they are lovely, but you really didn't have to." This is the man she had seen so many weeks ago at the 419 with Warrick and Nick. The realization of what that means almost makes Sara sick to her stomach. How many of her crime scenes has he been to since then? How long has he been watching her?
"No, no I did. You deserved them. That's what men are supposed to do, send women flowers."
"I suppose. How did you know I was even here?"
"Scanner. I bought one to keep track of your cases, so I could be here."
Not liking the turn the conversation is taking, Sara decides to get as far away from this man as possible; it is obvious even to her that he is unstable at best. "Well look, I'm at work and need to go. Thanks for the flowers, please don't send them again, it's really unnecessary." Sara tries to be nice to him by letting him down easy. Normally she wouldn't be so tactful, but she doesn't see the wisdom in that approach. As she is walking away, the investigator in her takes over and she turns back. "I'm sorry, you know my name, but I don't know yours."
"Oh, of course. Joey, Joey Harrington." he says with a huge smile.
"Ok Joey. Also, you need to stop coming to crime scenes. If the investigators see you all the time, they are going to think you are involved in the crimes. Okay? Sara hopes this will dissuade the man a bit if he can't see her in the field at work.
"Sure, anything you say Sara."
She nods at him and turns back to the Tahoe, a bit more shaken up about the encounter than she would like to admit. It's not everyday you find out someone has been watching you for weeks and you didn't even know it. Sara feels weird, like her privacy has been invaded, though she gets the impression he has only seen her at work, not at home, which eases her mind somewhat. Hopefully asking him not to come to scenes and not send flowers will stop whatever infatuation he seems her have with her.
'When she said my name, it was like we were meant to be' Joey thought to himself and walked away from the scene in a daze. He had just met the object of his affections. He understands she can't talk at work they will have plenty of time later to discuss their future, because the only future he imagines is with her.
Sara gets into the Tahoe and silently puts her seatbelt on, staring at the dashboard as if it has the solutions to all of life's problems. Grissom notices her mood but assumes it's due to the flowers sent by an anonymous someone. Halfway back to the lab, Sara breaks the silence in the car, startling him.
"I know who sent the flowers." Her tone is indescribable to him, almost resigned.
"Really? Good. Who sent them?" He is initially relieved she knows, until the next words come out her mouth.
"Some guy who has been at all my crime scenes the last few weeks." she says without looking at him, seemingly fascinated by the traffic streaming by in front of them. Now he recognizes the tone; detachment.
He's stunned; that is the last thing he was expecting. Grissom waits until he is stopped at the light on Tropicana in front of the airport to say anything. "Some guy? Some stranger you don't know sent you flowers and has been at your crime scenes? Sara, this could be trouble."
She finally turns to him with a small smile. "No, it's fine. I told him not to come to scenes and no more flowers. He seemed agreeable to it."
"Sara, maybe you did get rid of him. But maybe not. I want to you be careful okay? I don't want to use the word stalker, but that's what it could be. If you see him again, tell me." He lightly touches her upper arm, running his hand down to hers, squeezing lightly.
"Yeah. All right Grissom. But I am sure he's gone, he didn't seem crazy. He told me his name even, Joey Harrington." She squeezes his hand back and the honking from cars behind him tell Grissom the light is now green. Moving the Tahoe forward, Grissom can't help but think that this isn't the last they will see of Joey Harrington.
Grissom and Sara solve the robbery in record time. A former employee decided their former employer was an easy target. Going back to the DNA on their homicide from the night before, Sara is annoyed to find all the waiting has been for nothing; a run through CODIS has returned no names. Sara has successfully avoided the lunchroom and the flowers until the very end of the shift and needs to find Grissom, who happens to be in said room, working on a crossword and drinking coffee. Walking into the room, Sara is assaulted by the sickly sweet smell of the lilies and knows they need to go. Walking determinedly over to the counter, Sara is ready to throw the whole thing in the trash when an idea occurs to her. Sitting next to Grissom and facing the door to watch for people, Sara leans into him and speaks in a low tone.
"Hey, I'm not coming over after work. There's an errand I have to run, okay?"
He eyes her skeptically but doesn't see anything devious in her face. "Sure. What's the errand?"
"I would rather not say. Don't worry, it's a good thing." She gives him one of the smiles she only uses for him. Getting a nod, Sara gets up and heads to the lab to finish out her shift helping Greg run samples through the GC/MS.
Little over an hour later, Sara gathers her things along with the flowers and walks to her Tahoe, carefully placing the vase on the floor in the backseat. Pulling out of the lot, she is unaware of someone watching her. Driving an all too familiar route, Sara arrives at her destination fifteen minutes later. Parking in the visitor lot, she looks up at the entrance and the stone façade; St Johns Hospital is engraved in grey. Walking in and swiftly making her way to the 4th floor, Sara finds the pediatric ward and the nurses station.
"Hi. Can you give these to one of the kids you think needs it?" she asks a petite blonde nurse.
"Uhhh, thank you. You sure you don't want them? They are beautiful." she replies and looks at the flowers now sitting on the counter.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Thank you." She smiles at the nurse and walks away.
Walking back to the bank of elevators, Sara gets the feeling like she is being watched. Stopping and looking around, she sees nothing and quickens her pace. After a nervous ride down the elevator, Sara walks into the Vegas sunshine; it isn't too hot yet and she can enjoy the warmth of the sun on her face. Stopping to do just that, Sara closes her eyes, momentarily forgetting everything about the past few days with the lone exception of her time with Grissom. Grissom, the man she has dreamed about since their first meeting almost 10 years ago. Even then, as a college junior, she had been drawn to the older man. His intelligence matched her own and Sara felt she could communicate with him on a level she had never been able to before with people. Now here they were, exploring the very beginnings of a relationship, and it is more than she could ever want. Opening her eyes, Sara feels better; stopping for something as trivial as the sun has freed her somehow. She gets in the Tahoe and heads home, blissfully unaware of Joey Harrington a few cars back, following her path through the Vegas streets.
Once he finds her apartment, with her unwitting help, he heads home and considers what to do. He knows she loves him, otherwise why would she have talked to him, and she told him not at work, so that means she wants to see him at home. He just needs to be more subtle in his approaches at work, that's all.
After several days, and no more contact with Harrington, Sara is feeling more like herself. She will never admit that for those few days after she met him she was nervous. It is very unsettling to her to have someone she doesn't even know watching her without her knowledge. Entering the break room, she grabs some coffee and greets both Warrick and Nicky, who are, yet again, playing Madden 2000 on the video game machine. Approaching the two men, she watches the figures on the screen go through their moves. At then end of what Sara thinks is a drive, -she has been paying some attention to the silly game- Nicky lets out a whoop.
"I beat him! I finally got you Warrick. Yesssss!!!" Nick gets up and gives Sara a quick hug, almost splashing her coffee on himself.
Shaking her head at him, Sara raises an eyebrow and responds in a teasing tone, "What is that Nick? Like once in the four years you two have worked together?"
Ignoring Warrick who is snickering on the couch, he addresses her, "Oh, that hurts Sar, to the core. But I wont let you get me down. I finally beat him."
Sara smiles as she takes a drink. She loves Nicky. While initially she was attracted to his Texan good looks and was almost pulled in by his southern charm, it never went far. Perhaps if they had met under different circumstances, maybe another lifetime, but not now, not when Grissom is the man she is meant to be with. As she is thinking about him, Grissom walks in the room, a file folder and interdepartmental envelope in his hands. Handing both to her, he comments only on the brown file folder as she places her coffee cup on the table.
"My notes from the robbery. Thought you would want to add yours."
Sara is about to make a comment about him adding his notes to hers when she opens the file and almost laughs. A single sheet of paper resides in the folder, with maybe 10 items listed, starting with her parka and ending with the black watch cap. In between are several clothing suggestions, including a bathing suit. Sara is thoroughly confused; where will she need a parka and a bathing suit? It has to be close, they are only going to be gone two days.
"Don't over think it Sara." he says and grabs coffee. Sometimes it frustrates her how well he knows her.
Closing the file before either of the boys can see, Sara places it on the table, focusing her attention on the interdepartmental envelope. She doesn't recognize the handwriting, but opens it to find what looks like a card inside. Sliding the blue envelope out of the larger one, her senses go on alert and she stiffens immediately. The men in the room all notice the sudden change in her body language from previously loose and happy to suddenly tense. Swallowing, Sara picks it up and opens the envelope to find a handwritten note inside, all the while hoping its not what she thinks. Her fears are confirmed in the first line of the brief note.
tbc.............
Again.bwhahahahahaha. I am mean!
Author: csiphile/Stepf
Rating: Holding strong at PG13
Disclaimers/Summary: See the first chapter.
Notes: Ok guys. Here is a nice long chapter for you! At long last the meeting, I am sure you have been sitting on pins and needles for it! Thank you so much everyone for the reviews, they rock and so do all of you! Glad to see some non-G/Sers enjoying it also! It a creepy fic for the whole group.
Yet again, the name of the stalker was borrowed from a (relatively) famous sports personality. No infringement intended, nor am I implying he is a stalker, I don't even know the man, I am sure he is very nice. If you want a hint, I am located in Michigan; therefore he plays for one of my 4 teams. If you could care less whom I borrowed the name from, that's fine too. Enjoy!!!!
Neither one of them seem to focus on the crime scene that night. They do their jobs to perfection as one would expect from the two, but they each have the same thing on their minds; a vase filled with what appear to be innocuous flowers, but what are really symbols for something more sinister.
After they are completed, Sara walks over to Brass, who is speaking to one of the officers to let him know they are leaving and should have something for him soon. It is a relatively simple robbery; Grissom had assigned this to them because they are still working the murder from last night. Prints and photographs of the scene have been taken, and really that is all they can do.
"Thanks Sara, I'll catch up to you at the station." She waves and walks away from the detective, lost in her thoughts, when someone calling her name gets her attention. Assuming its Brass, Sara turns to him, but he isn't there anymore. Furrowing her brow, Sara shakes her head and starts back to the Tahoe when again her name wafts over the noise of the crowd. This time looking at the small gathering to her left behind a line of crime scene tape, Sara scans for anyone she knows. Seeing no one, Sara is more confused then before until a man waving his hand catches her attention. Tilting her head in confusion and curiosity, Sara steps closer to the man, who is smiling broadly at her. Getting within arm's reach, she looks the man over. He is attractive, in his late 30s probably, a bit taller than Sara but easily outweighing her by 100 pounds. His ice blue eyes are in stark contrast to dark brown almost black hair; the effect is initially mesmerizing.
"Yes? Can I help you?" she asks politely; anyone can be a witness to the crime.
"You are even more beautiful than I imagined. I mean, you are pretty far away, but this close you are just.beautiful." he stammers, almost not believing she is standing in front of him.
"Excuse me?" she says and starts to take a step back.
"I..I'm sorry Sara. Did you get them?" he asks quickly. He doesn't want his Sara to walk away mad.
Sara isn't sure what the man is talking about when a sudden moment of clarity hits her. "The flowers? Do you mean the lilies?"
"Yes. They are your favorite, aren't they? I picked them myself. I want to say sorry for not talking to you last night at the other crime scene, that was wrong of me. You were so kind to that young girl, not that I would expect anything less from you." He stops and stares at her. Something in the stare triggers a memory for Sara.
"Yes, well, thank you very much for the flowers, they are lovely, but you really didn't have to." This is the man she had seen so many weeks ago at the 419 with Warrick and Nick. The realization of what that means almost makes Sara sick to her stomach. How many of her crime scenes has he been to since then? How long has he been watching her?
"No, no I did. You deserved them. That's what men are supposed to do, send women flowers."
"I suppose. How did you know I was even here?"
"Scanner. I bought one to keep track of your cases, so I could be here."
Not liking the turn the conversation is taking, Sara decides to get as far away from this man as possible; it is obvious even to her that he is unstable at best. "Well look, I'm at work and need to go. Thanks for the flowers, please don't send them again, it's really unnecessary." Sara tries to be nice to him by letting him down easy. Normally she wouldn't be so tactful, but she doesn't see the wisdom in that approach. As she is walking away, the investigator in her takes over and she turns back. "I'm sorry, you know my name, but I don't know yours."
"Oh, of course. Joey, Joey Harrington." he says with a huge smile.
"Ok Joey. Also, you need to stop coming to crime scenes. If the investigators see you all the time, they are going to think you are involved in the crimes. Okay? Sara hopes this will dissuade the man a bit if he can't see her in the field at work.
"Sure, anything you say Sara."
She nods at him and turns back to the Tahoe, a bit more shaken up about the encounter than she would like to admit. It's not everyday you find out someone has been watching you for weeks and you didn't even know it. Sara feels weird, like her privacy has been invaded, though she gets the impression he has only seen her at work, not at home, which eases her mind somewhat. Hopefully asking him not to come to scenes and not send flowers will stop whatever infatuation he seems her have with her.
'When she said my name, it was like we were meant to be' Joey thought to himself and walked away from the scene in a daze. He had just met the object of his affections. He understands she can't talk at work they will have plenty of time later to discuss their future, because the only future he imagines is with her.
Sara gets into the Tahoe and silently puts her seatbelt on, staring at the dashboard as if it has the solutions to all of life's problems. Grissom notices her mood but assumes it's due to the flowers sent by an anonymous someone. Halfway back to the lab, Sara breaks the silence in the car, startling him.
"I know who sent the flowers." Her tone is indescribable to him, almost resigned.
"Really? Good. Who sent them?" He is initially relieved she knows, until the next words come out her mouth.
"Some guy who has been at all my crime scenes the last few weeks." she says without looking at him, seemingly fascinated by the traffic streaming by in front of them. Now he recognizes the tone; detachment.
He's stunned; that is the last thing he was expecting. Grissom waits until he is stopped at the light on Tropicana in front of the airport to say anything. "Some guy? Some stranger you don't know sent you flowers and has been at your crime scenes? Sara, this could be trouble."
She finally turns to him with a small smile. "No, it's fine. I told him not to come to scenes and no more flowers. He seemed agreeable to it."
"Sara, maybe you did get rid of him. But maybe not. I want to you be careful okay? I don't want to use the word stalker, but that's what it could be. If you see him again, tell me." He lightly touches her upper arm, running his hand down to hers, squeezing lightly.
"Yeah. All right Grissom. But I am sure he's gone, he didn't seem crazy. He told me his name even, Joey Harrington." She squeezes his hand back and the honking from cars behind him tell Grissom the light is now green. Moving the Tahoe forward, Grissom can't help but think that this isn't the last they will see of Joey Harrington.
Grissom and Sara solve the robbery in record time. A former employee decided their former employer was an easy target. Going back to the DNA on their homicide from the night before, Sara is annoyed to find all the waiting has been for nothing; a run through CODIS has returned no names. Sara has successfully avoided the lunchroom and the flowers until the very end of the shift and needs to find Grissom, who happens to be in said room, working on a crossword and drinking coffee. Walking into the room, Sara is assaulted by the sickly sweet smell of the lilies and knows they need to go. Walking determinedly over to the counter, Sara is ready to throw the whole thing in the trash when an idea occurs to her. Sitting next to Grissom and facing the door to watch for people, Sara leans into him and speaks in a low tone.
"Hey, I'm not coming over after work. There's an errand I have to run, okay?"
He eyes her skeptically but doesn't see anything devious in her face. "Sure. What's the errand?"
"I would rather not say. Don't worry, it's a good thing." She gives him one of the smiles she only uses for him. Getting a nod, Sara gets up and heads to the lab to finish out her shift helping Greg run samples through the GC/MS.
Little over an hour later, Sara gathers her things along with the flowers and walks to her Tahoe, carefully placing the vase on the floor in the backseat. Pulling out of the lot, she is unaware of someone watching her. Driving an all too familiar route, Sara arrives at her destination fifteen minutes later. Parking in the visitor lot, she looks up at the entrance and the stone façade; St Johns Hospital is engraved in grey. Walking in and swiftly making her way to the 4th floor, Sara finds the pediatric ward and the nurses station.
"Hi. Can you give these to one of the kids you think needs it?" she asks a petite blonde nurse.
"Uhhh, thank you. You sure you don't want them? They are beautiful." she replies and looks at the flowers now sitting on the counter.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Thank you." She smiles at the nurse and walks away.
Walking back to the bank of elevators, Sara gets the feeling like she is being watched. Stopping and looking around, she sees nothing and quickens her pace. After a nervous ride down the elevator, Sara walks into the Vegas sunshine; it isn't too hot yet and she can enjoy the warmth of the sun on her face. Stopping to do just that, Sara closes her eyes, momentarily forgetting everything about the past few days with the lone exception of her time with Grissom. Grissom, the man she has dreamed about since their first meeting almost 10 years ago. Even then, as a college junior, she had been drawn to the older man. His intelligence matched her own and Sara felt she could communicate with him on a level she had never been able to before with people. Now here they were, exploring the very beginnings of a relationship, and it is more than she could ever want. Opening her eyes, Sara feels better; stopping for something as trivial as the sun has freed her somehow. She gets in the Tahoe and heads home, blissfully unaware of Joey Harrington a few cars back, following her path through the Vegas streets.
Once he finds her apartment, with her unwitting help, he heads home and considers what to do. He knows she loves him, otherwise why would she have talked to him, and she told him not at work, so that means she wants to see him at home. He just needs to be more subtle in his approaches at work, that's all.
After several days, and no more contact with Harrington, Sara is feeling more like herself. She will never admit that for those few days after she met him she was nervous. It is very unsettling to her to have someone she doesn't even know watching her without her knowledge. Entering the break room, she grabs some coffee and greets both Warrick and Nicky, who are, yet again, playing Madden 2000 on the video game machine. Approaching the two men, she watches the figures on the screen go through their moves. At then end of what Sara thinks is a drive, -she has been paying some attention to the silly game- Nicky lets out a whoop.
"I beat him! I finally got you Warrick. Yesssss!!!" Nick gets up and gives Sara a quick hug, almost splashing her coffee on himself.
Shaking her head at him, Sara raises an eyebrow and responds in a teasing tone, "What is that Nick? Like once in the four years you two have worked together?"
Ignoring Warrick who is snickering on the couch, he addresses her, "Oh, that hurts Sar, to the core. But I wont let you get me down. I finally beat him."
Sara smiles as she takes a drink. She loves Nicky. While initially she was attracted to his Texan good looks and was almost pulled in by his southern charm, it never went far. Perhaps if they had met under different circumstances, maybe another lifetime, but not now, not when Grissom is the man she is meant to be with. As she is thinking about him, Grissom walks in the room, a file folder and interdepartmental envelope in his hands. Handing both to her, he comments only on the brown file folder as she places her coffee cup on the table.
"My notes from the robbery. Thought you would want to add yours."
Sara is about to make a comment about him adding his notes to hers when she opens the file and almost laughs. A single sheet of paper resides in the folder, with maybe 10 items listed, starting with her parka and ending with the black watch cap. In between are several clothing suggestions, including a bathing suit. Sara is thoroughly confused; where will she need a parka and a bathing suit? It has to be close, they are only going to be gone two days.
"Don't over think it Sara." he says and grabs coffee. Sometimes it frustrates her how well he knows her.
Closing the file before either of the boys can see, Sara places it on the table, focusing her attention on the interdepartmental envelope. She doesn't recognize the handwriting, but opens it to find what looks like a card inside. Sliding the blue envelope out of the larger one, her senses go on alert and she stiffens immediately. The men in the room all notice the sudden change in her body language from previously loose and happy to suddenly tense. Swallowing, Sara picks it up and opens the envelope to find a handwritten note inside, all the while hoping its not what she thinks. Her fears are confirmed in the first line of the brief note.
tbc.............
Again.bwhahahahahaha. I am mean!