Title: Fear
Author: csiphile/A-Stepf (I always wanted to be an 'A') (
Disclaimers ect are on the first chapter
Notes: Originally I had no notes, nope none at all. Then the most horrific thing ever happened. My computer freaked out, and chewed my disk and spit it out at me (ok not so much the spitting), I couldn't access ANYTHING on it, "Path not Found" it said. All my beta's hard work was on that disk, like 4 chapters of it. Gone, finished, sorry lady, you are out of luck. I had this chapter all prepped and ready to go.then the error messages from hell. But yet again Meg the Magnificent Beta saved my behind. She had everything saved..ahhhh. So thank Meg you are even getting this chapter (though you may not at the end)!! I know I thank all that is good that I didn't have the master file of this thing on the same disk, because I probably would have jumped into Lake Erie, never to be heard from again.
Thanks: Of course to Meg, for not only saving me but betaing in the first place. She rocks. And too all of you that have reviewed I cant thank you enough, it makes my day, especially today. You guys ROCK hard.
Slowly coming out of sleep, Grissom is momentarily confused by the weight of something on his chest. Opening his eyes, he is treated to the top of Sara head, somehow while sleeping they had shifted so Grissom is on his back with Sara lying on top of him, her head resting on his ribcage. Looking at his watch, he realizes they have been sleeping for almost 6 hours, an eternity for Sara. Touching the top of her head, he is surprised when she lifts it and looks at him with clear, open, very much awake eyes.
"Hey. How long have you been awake?"
"Just over an hour. Sorry, I should have moved, you were just sleeping so soundly and I was, well.comfortable."
"No that's fine. How about some coffee?" He asks and gently sits up, his back cracking from sleeping on her couch.
"Yeah, thanks." She says and sits forward, elbows on her knees, rubbing her hands together, a nervous gesture she started in high school. "I feel so out of control, you know. This man wont leave me alone, no matter how many times I tell him and I don't know what to do. I don't like not knowing what the next step is Gris. He has invaded my life and I didn't invite him. I..I feel so lost and confused."
Grissom turns back from making coffee and sits in front of her on the table. "We will deal with him the same way we deal with all our other suspects Sara. Gather the evidence and put him away so he cant hurt you or anyone else. You need to write down the calls, what time and what you can remember, and then write down your first encounter with him and make a note of the flowers. I saved the note you threw away; it's at the lab. That way if he ever threatens you, we have something to back it up."
Sara nods at him, she is going to take charge of this problem and not sulk about it, that isn't who she is. Sara Sidle tackles everything head on, and this should be no different, she refuses to be a victim.
Entering the lab that evening, Sara is met by the solemn faces of Warrick and Nick in the breakroom. Sitting down at the table with them, Sara isn't sure what is wrong until Nick looks at her with an expression of worry.
"Brass told you, didn't he?" she asks tersely.
"Yeah he did. Sara, it's frightening. Are you ok?" Nick asks.
Sara softens at the tone of his voice; he is only worried about her. Sighing, she looks at the man in front of her. "It's a little scary, but I refuse to let this guy bother me. Brass told me to ignore him, and that's what I intend to do." She ends with a smile at him.
"That's probably your best plan Sara, ignoring him. Hopefully he'll get the hint this time," Warrick states.
"Yeah, hopefully," she replies quietly as Grissom enters with the assignments for the evening.
Once they receive their assignments, the two teams split off and start to head in different directions. On the way out the break room door, Nick catches Grissom and Sara.
"Hey Sara. Be careful ok?" He says and gives her a serious look. He has become attached to her more than he thought possible. Initially he didn't want anything to do with her; Sara Sidle had been an investigator that Grissom brought in to investigate his best friend. When she'd stayed, he'd learned to accept her and had actually developed a crush on the pretty brunette. Slowly, Nick had realized her heart was with another male member of the team and had accepted her into his life as a sister and friend. He doesn't want anything to happen to her as much as Grissom.
"You know I will." She smiles at him.
Returning from the crime scene later that evening, Grissom pulls the Tahoe into the parking lot. As Sara takes off her seatbelt and reaches for the door, a strong hand touches her arm. Turning to Grissom, she gives him an expectant look.
"Sara. Why don't you stay with me after work?"
"Gris. I admit I was freaked out last night, but I am determined not to let this interfere with my life. I am taking control back and I can't do that from your townhouse."
"Are you sure? I can come over again if you want." He lightly runs a finger down her jaw line, taking joy in the smile that crosses her face.
"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks." Her expression changes to what he can only describe as mischievous.
"Lets get this stuff in the labs and processed. I, for one, would like to get out of here on time today," he says and opens the door, Sara following shortly behind.
Sitting in the layout room with the evidence collected surrounding them, Sara scrunches her nose and starts going through the bags one by one. Grissom watches this for a few moments before the rustling of the bags starts getting on his nerves.
"Sara, **what** are you looking for?" He asks and grasps her hands lightly to stop them.
"Where's the fiber evidence I collected?" she asks, irritated.
"It's not here?" He skims the labels on all the bags.
"No. Would I be looking for it if it were here?"
Grissom raises an eyebrow at her sarcastic tone. "No, I suppose not. Did we leave it in the truck?"
"Crap, I hope not. I'll go check. Shit Grissom, if we did, we just broke chain of custody and could be screwed," she says and heads for the door.
"Just see if it's there, Sara. We will worry about that later." Receiving a nod, Grissom goes back to sorting.
Walking out to the truck, all Sara can think is that they better not have left evidence behind. Opening the back door, Sara looks through the back of the vehicle, finding nothing. 'Goddamn' she thinks and slams the hatch closed as her phone rings.
"Sidle." Annoyance is evident in her voice.
"Uhh Sara, the fibers are here. They were under another bag."
"Great. Ok, I'll be back in a minute." She sighs with relief and heads for the door when a noise stops her cold. Looking around the lot, she sees nothing, but instinct is telling her something isn't right. The darkness outside the parking lot lights is inky and unexpectedly frightening to her. Shivering in the warm Vegas air, Sara rubs her arms and moves to the doors. Suddenly a hand reaches out from behind her and grabs firmly onto her left arm. Swinging around, free hand on her firearm, Sara's worst fear is realized. Staring eye to eye with the man that has turned her life upside down, she begins to back away, but the firm grip he has on her keeps her from going far. Taking in the man, she tries to calculate her odds against him if he tries anything. She can't very well shoot him now without provocation. He is maybe two inches taller, but he outweighs her by quite a bit, and through his tight t-shirt, all she can see is muscle.
tbc.....
Bwhahahaha..I am at it again! Threats don't work with me either. So bring it on. But I love you guys, so probably the next chapter will be up in short order, mostly cause it heralds the return of the SSIF, and who doesn't love the SSIF?
Author: csiphile/A-Stepf (I always wanted to be an 'A') (
Disclaimers ect are on the first chapter
Notes: Originally I had no notes, nope none at all. Then the most horrific thing ever happened. My computer freaked out, and chewed my disk and spit it out at me (ok not so much the spitting), I couldn't access ANYTHING on it, "Path not Found" it said. All my beta's hard work was on that disk, like 4 chapters of it. Gone, finished, sorry lady, you are out of luck. I had this chapter all prepped and ready to go.then the error messages from hell. But yet again Meg the Magnificent Beta saved my behind. She had everything saved..ahhhh. So thank Meg you are even getting this chapter (though you may not at the end)!! I know I thank all that is good that I didn't have the master file of this thing on the same disk, because I probably would have jumped into Lake Erie, never to be heard from again.
Thanks: Of course to Meg, for not only saving me but betaing in the first place. She rocks. And too all of you that have reviewed I cant thank you enough, it makes my day, especially today. You guys ROCK hard.
Slowly coming out of sleep, Grissom is momentarily confused by the weight of something on his chest. Opening his eyes, he is treated to the top of Sara head, somehow while sleeping they had shifted so Grissom is on his back with Sara lying on top of him, her head resting on his ribcage. Looking at his watch, he realizes they have been sleeping for almost 6 hours, an eternity for Sara. Touching the top of her head, he is surprised when she lifts it and looks at him with clear, open, very much awake eyes.
"Hey. How long have you been awake?"
"Just over an hour. Sorry, I should have moved, you were just sleeping so soundly and I was, well.comfortable."
"No that's fine. How about some coffee?" He asks and gently sits up, his back cracking from sleeping on her couch.
"Yeah, thanks." She says and sits forward, elbows on her knees, rubbing her hands together, a nervous gesture she started in high school. "I feel so out of control, you know. This man wont leave me alone, no matter how many times I tell him and I don't know what to do. I don't like not knowing what the next step is Gris. He has invaded my life and I didn't invite him. I..I feel so lost and confused."
Grissom turns back from making coffee and sits in front of her on the table. "We will deal with him the same way we deal with all our other suspects Sara. Gather the evidence and put him away so he cant hurt you or anyone else. You need to write down the calls, what time and what you can remember, and then write down your first encounter with him and make a note of the flowers. I saved the note you threw away; it's at the lab. That way if he ever threatens you, we have something to back it up."
Sara nods at him, she is going to take charge of this problem and not sulk about it, that isn't who she is. Sara Sidle tackles everything head on, and this should be no different, she refuses to be a victim.
Entering the lab that evening, Sara is met by the solemn faces of Warrick and Nick in the breakroom. Sitting down at the table with them, Sara isn't sure what is wrong until Nick looks at her with an expression of worry.
"Brass told you, didn't he?" she asks tersely.
"Yeah he did. Sara, it's frightening. Are you ok?" Nick asks.
Sara softens at the tone of his voice; he is only worried about her. Sighing, she looks at the man in front of her. "It's a little scary, but I refuse to let this guy bother me. Brass told me to ignore him, and that's what I intend to do." She ends with a smile at him.
"That's probably your best plan Sara, ignoring him. Hopefully he'll get the hint this time," Warrick states.
"Yeah, hopefully," she replies quietly as Grissom enters with the assignments for the evening.
Once they receive their assignments, the two teams split off and start to head in different directions. On the way out the break room door, Nick catches Grissom and Sara.
"Hey Sara. Be careful ok?" He says and gives her a serious look. He has become attached to her more than he thought possible. Initially he didn't want anything to do with her; Sara Sidle had been an investigator that Grissom brought in to investigate his best friend. When she'd stayed, he'd learned to accept her and had actually developed a crush on the pretty brunette. Slowly, Nick had realized her heart was with another male member of the team and had accepted her into his life as a sister and friend. He doesn't want anything to happen to her as much as Grissom.
"You know I will." She smiles at him.
Returning from the crime scene later that evening, Grissom pulls the Tahoe into the parking lot. As Sara takes off her seatbelt and reaches for the door, a strong hand touches her arm. Turning to Grissom, she gives him an expectant look.
"Sara. Why don't you stay with me after work?"
"Gris. I admit I was freaked out last night, but I am determined not to let this interfere with my life. I am taking control back and I can't do that from your townhouse."
"Are you sure? I can come over again if you want." He lightly runs a finger down her jaw line, taking joy in the smile that crosses her face.
"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks." Her expression changes to what he can only describe as mischievous.
"Lets get this stuff in the labs and processed. I, for one, would like to get out of here on time today," he says and opens the door, Sara following shortly behind.
Sitting in the layout room with the evidence collected surrounding them, Sara scrunches her nose and starts going through the bags one by one. Grissom watches this for a few moments before the rustling of the bags starts getting on his nerves.
"Sara, **what** are you looking for?" He asks and grasps her hands lightly to stop them.
"Where's the fiber evidence I collected?" she asks, irritated.
"It's not here?" He skims the labels on all the bags.
"No. Would I be looking for it if it were here?"
Grissom raises an eyebrow at her sarcastic tone. "No, I suppose not. Did we leave it in the truck?"
"Crap, I hope not. I'll go check. Shit Grissom, if we did, we just broke chain of custody and could be screwed," she says and heads for the door.
"Just see if it's there, Sara. We will worry about that later." Receiving a nod, Grissom goes back to sorting.
Walking out to the truck, all Sara can think is that they better not have left evidence behind. Opening the back door, Sara looks through the back of the vehicle, finding nothing. 'Goddamn' she thinks and slams the hatch closed as her phone rings.
"Sidle." Annoyance is evident in her voice.
"Uhh Sara, the fibers are here. They were under another bag."
"Great. Ok, I'll be back in a minute." She sighs with relief and heads for the door when a noise stops her cold. Looking around the lot, she sees nothing, but instinct is telling her something isn't right. The darkness outside the parking lot lights is inky and unexpectedly frightening to her. Shivering in the warm Vegas air, Sara rubs her arms and moves to the doors. Suddenly a hand reaches out from behind her and grabs firmly onto her left arm. Swinging around, free hand on her firearm, Sara's worst fear is realized. Staring eye to eye with the man that has turned her life upside down, she begins to back away, but the firm grip he has on her keeps her from going far. Taking in the man, she tries to calculate her odds against him if he tries anything. She can't very well shoot him now without provocation. He is maybe two inches taller, but he outweighs her by quite a bit, and through his tight t-shirt, all she can see is muscle.
tbc.....
Bwhahahaha..I am at it again! Threats don't work with me either. So bring it on. But I love you guys, so probably the next chapter will be up in short order, mostly cause it heralds the return of the SSIF, and who doesn't love the SSIF?