She watched from the windows, watching Nick making love to Jennifer. She
watched as they held hands, as he passionately kissed her; she prayed that
it was herself and not Jennifer. 'You love me Nicky. Me and me only.' She
said to herself.
"Nick." Jennifer said.
"Shhh." He said as he continued to kiss her neck. He loved the feel of her skin against his. She was perfect, and he was lucky to have a woman like her.
"No, Nick. I hear something outside." She said.
"It's just the wind," He said. "Don't worry about it." Nick caressed her face with his hands and began to thrust even more. "I love you."
Jennifer threw her head back onto the pillow from the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. "I love you too." She whispered back.
'No, you don't love her Nicky. You love me, you've always loved me. You just forgot about me. You love me. Not her. She's just using you. You'll see. You still love me and I can prove it.' She thought to herself once again. She wanted Nicky in the worst way, and if it meant taking Jen out, she wouldn't let anything get in her way.
---
"Sara Sidle." Sara announced as she answered her phone. "Hello?"
"I was told you were looking for me." The voice said on the other end, whispering.
"Who is this?" Sara questioned.
"Peter. Peter Greyson." Peter said quitely.
"Peter, why are you whispering?" Sara asked.
"Because I don't want anyone hearing me." He said.
"Where are you?" Sara questioned once more.
"I can't tell you that." Peter said.
"But I need to ask you some questions." Sara said.
"Look, all I can tell you is that I didn't kill nobody. I was just waiting outside for a friend. I didn't even know he was going to kill anyone." Peter said with his voice trembling.
"Who is this friend?" Sara asked.
"I have to go. I'll call you back later on. I'll tell you everything once I know I'm safe." Peter said hanging up the phone.
"Hello... Hello?" Sara asked clicking the button on the phone. "Damn." Sara muttered.
"Who was that you were yelling at?" Catherine asked as she walked into the office.
"Peter Greyson." Sara informed.
"He called you? From where?" Catherine asked.
"Payphone most likely. I could hear traffic in the background. Heavy traffic." Sara got the 'Grissom Look' in her eyes. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Fremont Street." Catherine smiled. "Wanna drive or shall I?"
"You've got the keys." Sara paused. "Let's roll."
"Nick." Jennifer said.
"Shhh." He said as he continued to kiss her neck. He loved the feel of her skin against his. She was perfect, and he was lucky to have a woman like her.
"No, Nick. I hear something outside." She said.
"It's just the wind," He said. "Don't worry about it." Nick caressed her face with his hands and began to thrust even more. "I love you."
Jennifer threw her head back onto the pillow from the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. "I love you too." She whispered back.
'No, you don't love her Nicky. You love me, you've always loved me. You just forgot about me. You love me. Not her. She's just using you. You'll see. You still love me and I can prove it.' She thought to herself once again. She wanted Nicky in the worst way, and if it meant taking Jen out, she wouldn't let anything get in her way.
---
"Sara Sidle." Sara announced as she answered her phone. "Hello?"
"I was told you were looking for me." The voice said on the other end, whispering.
"Who is this?" Sara questioned.
"Peter. Peter Greyson." Peter said quitely.
"Peter, why are you whispering?" Sara asked.
"Because I don't want anyone hearing me." He said.
"Where are you?" Sara questioned once more.
"I can't tell you that." Peter said.
"But I need to ask you some questions." Sara said.
"Look, all I can tell you is that I didn't kill nobody. I was just waiting outside for a friend. I didn't even know he was going to kill anyone." Peter said with his voice trembling.
"Who is this friend?" Sara asked.
"I have to go. I'll call you back later on. I'll tell you everything once I know I'm safe." Peter said hanging up the phone.
"Hello... Hello?" Sara asked clicking the button on the phone. "Damn." Sara muttered.
"Who was that you were yelling at?" Catherine asked as she walked into the office.
"Peter Greyson." Sara informed.
"He called you? From where?" Catherine asked.
"Payphone most likely. I could hear traffic in the background. Heavy traffic." Sara got the 'Grissom Look' in her eyes. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Fremont Street." Catherine smiled. "Wanna drive or shall I?"
"You've got the keys." Sara paused. "Let's roll."