Notes: Ok, one of the reviewers suggested that I do a chapter from Hank's
point of view, so that's what this is. Hope it turns out well. Please
review!! And don't be afraid to give me some constructive criticism instead
of just compliments!! Enjoy!!
I pulled the binoculars down from my face and sat staring at her apartment. I watched the swarm of police marching up and down those steps, searching for evidence that I knew they wouldn't find.
I wasn't stupid, you know. I happen to work extremely closely with some of the top CSIs in the country. I know all the tricks to not leaving any evidence behind.
I wore gloves, of coarse. Any idiot would know to wear gloves. Not to mention the ski mask and cap I wore. My eyes were the only part on my face that was visible to Sara. Not even a single strand of hair could be seen from under the cap. I laughed softly as I imagined the officers ransacking her apartment in vain.
I carefully placed the binoculars back into the glove compartment. I glanced at my watch. 4:26. I had been there since 9:00 that morning. I'd better leave before I get suspicious.
I turned the key in the ignition, delighting in the sound of the engine purring to life. Casting one last glance over my shoulder to Sara's apartment, I put the car in drive and pulled out of there. "Now, on to Ms. Willows' house," I said to myself, suppressing the laugh that was building itself in my throat.
I turned into Catherine's neighborhood a short ten minutes later. Just in time too, as Gil Grissom and Catherine were just walking out of the house. I pulled out the newspaper that I kept on the passenger seat and opened it so as not to seem suspicious.
I peered out quickly from behind the newspaper. I watched as Catherine stopped in the middle of the driveway and stared out at me. It unnerved me a little to see her peering at me so intensely. But there was no reason for me to be nervous. She had only seen my car a time or two; there would be no way for her to recognize the car.
I shook my head, quickly trying to ignore the anxiety that was creeping up my spine. I turned back just in time to see Grissom leading her away and to his car.
I waited until they had pulled out of the neighborhood, before pulling the ski mask and cap down over my face and head. I checked my reflection quickly in the rearview mirror, tucking all strands of hair away.
I slipped out of the car, looking both ways to make sure that no one was looking. Dashing across the street, I slipped behind Catherine's car and around to the back of the house.
I slipped my gloved fingers into the crack of a window. I cursed, finding all of the windows locked. Reaching into the back of my coat pocket, I pulled out a hammer. I stuck it into the crack where the window met the ledge and pulled upwards.
I pulled myself through the window, stepping down into what looked like a little girl's bedroom. I paused, listening for any clues that someone else was there with Sara. Hearing none, I continued on through the house.
The sound of steady breathing led me to what must have been the living room. I looked around at the various pictures spread around the room. My smile froze on my face as I reached the coffee table. I stood there, staring down at a picture. The only picture in the room that had me in it. The anxiety I had felt earlier came rushing back at me, full force.
I turned to the couch, coming face to face with my sleeping love. As if sensing my presence, her brown eyes fluttered open and came to rest on my face. Her eyes grew wide and I heard her sharp intake of breath.
"Hello, Sara, my love," I cooed, reaching out and touching her hair.
"No," she cried, pulling back, fear flashing through her eyes.
I pinned her arms to her side, leaning down to kiss her. I climbed onto her, deepening the kiss. I could feel her struggling underneath me. "Don't fight it, Sara," I whispered into her ear. "You know you want it."
I moved my lips to her neck, covering her mouth with my right hand, my left still holding her arms down. Just then, I heard the sound of a key in the lock. "Shit," I cursed, jumping off of her.
I threw one last look at my love, watching her face crumble as sobs built up inside her, before I turned and bolted out of the room. I practically leaped out of the window, pulling it closed behind me. Crouching low to the ground, I stopped to catch my breath. I pressed my hand against my chest, willing my heart to slow its steady pounding.
I pulled the binoculars down from my face and sat staring at her apartment. I watched the swarm of police marching up and down those steps, searching for evidence that I knew they wouldn't find.
I wasn't stupid, you know. I happen to work extremely closely with some of the top CSIs in the country. I know all the tricks to not leaving any evidence behind.
I wore gloves, of coarse. Any idiot would know to wear gloves. Not to mention the ski mask and cap I wore. My eyes were the only part on my face that was visible to Sara. Not even a single strand of hair could be seen from under the cap. I laughed softly as I imagined the officers ransacking her apartment in vain.
I carefully placed the binoculars back into the glove compartment. I glanced at my watch. 4:26. I had been there since 9:00 that morning. I'd better leave before I get suspicious.
I turned the key in the ignition, delighting in the sound of the engine purring to life. Casting one last glance over my shoulder to Sara's apartment, I put the car in drive and pulled out of there. "Now, on to Ms. Willows' house," I said to myself, suppressing the laugh that was building itself in my throat.
I turned into Catherine's neighborhood a short ten minutes later. Just in time too, as Gil Grissom and Catherine were just walking out of the house. I pulled out the newspaper that I kept on the passenger seat and opened it so as not to seem suspicious.
I peered out quickly from behind the newspaper. I watched as Catherine stopped in the middle of the driveway and stared out at me. It unnerved me a little to see her peering at me so intensely. But there was no reason for me to be nervous. She had only seen my car a time or two; there would be no way for her to recognize the car.
I shook my head, quickly trying to ignore the anxiety that was creeping up my spine. I turned back just in time to see Grissom leading her away and to his car.
I waited until they had pulled out of the neighborhood, before pulling the ski mask and cap down over my face and head. I checked my reflection quickly in the rearview mirror, tucking all strands of hair away.
I slipped out of the car, looking both ways to make sure that no one was looking. Dashing across the street, I slipped behind Catherine's car and around to the back of the house.
I slipped my gloved fingers into the crack of a window. I cursed, finding all of the windows locked. Reaching into the back of my coat pocket, I pulled out a hammer. I stuck it into the crack where the window met the ledge and pulled upwards.
I pulled myself through the window, stepping down into what looked like a little girl's bedroom. I paused, listening for any clues that someone else was there with Sara. Hearing none, I continued on through the house.
The sound of steady breathing led me to what must have been the living room. I looked around at the various pictures spread around the room. My smile froze on my face as I reached the coffee table. I stood there, staring down at a picture. The only picture in the room that had me in it. The anxiety I had felt earlier came rushing back at me, full force.
I turned to the couch, coming face to face with my sleeping love. As if sensing my presence, her brown eyes fluttered open and came to rest on my face. Her eyes grew wide and I heard her sharp intake of breath.
"Hello, Sara, my love," I cooed, reaching out and touching her hair.
"No," she cried, pulling back, fear flashing through her eyes.
I pinned her arms to her side, leaning down to kiss her. I climbed onto her, deepening the kiss. I could feel her struggling underneath me. "Don't fight it, Sara," I whispered into her ear. "You know you want it."
I moved my lips to her neck, covering her mouth with my right hand, my left still holding her arms down. Just then, I heard the sound of a key in the lock. "Shit," I cursed, jumping off of her.
I threw one last look at my love, watching her face crumble as sobs built up inside her, before I turned and bolted out of the room. I practically leaped out of the window, pulling it closed behind me. Crouching low to the ground, I stopped to catch my breath. I pressed my hand against my chest, willing my heart to slow its steady pounding.
