Revenge Comes in Eight II

Author: Moggie

Rating: PG

Spoilers: none

Summary: [GSR] crime of passion

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

Note: Humour is not my thing, although I've been known to tell a good joke in the past, by fluke though. lol

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"Hmm. I'm so bored."

"Alex would have delivered the message by now."

"If I'm right, Grissom will try to keep this quiet."

"It's um, semi-work related after all."

The whole room went still as the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Hey."

"Erm."

For a few minutes it was silent. The caller didn't seem to know what to say.

"Was there something you wanted?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

"Sara. Stop playing with me."

Looking down at the spider tank, the sudden image of a bright neon sign saying 'the games up' started to flash inside her head.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Stop playing games. Have you or have you not got my spider with you?"

"I don't know where your coming from, but this is my vacation time and I'm busy."

"Sara!"

Hanging up with a sly grin, the world suddenly looked a lot brighter.

"I wonder how long it will take him to get here."

"Do do think this is a good idea?"

"I think I've given up too easily."

"He needs to know he cannot ignore me."

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Grissom stared across his desk. "I'll be out of the lab for a while."

"Sara?" Brass asked with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "I can't believe she did that it."

"I should find out why?"

The detective sighed as he looked at his friend and offered him a wry smile. "Think about it Gil."

Grissom nodded and rubbed his face.

Catherine stood in the office doorway with a small sympathetic smile. "It was about time she cracked. You've been too involved with your work to notice her."

"Thank you Catherine. I think I can figure this out myself." Grissom stood and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.

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"Now I have got him where I want him. I'm not sure exactly why I did this now."

"It's more than just ignoring me. It's the fact he is being unprofessional."

"How can someone like him, who has emotional hang ups, make my work life miserable?"

"It must be some sort of punishment."

Moving around the living room, the fact that the whole crime was about to be revealed, was unnerving.

It was a great idea at first, but now the heart was pounding against the chest as the clock hands ticked by.

"Maybe I can pretend I'm not home."

"I've got to hide you."

"Perhaps I don't have to give in just yet."

"It's not too warm or too cold. You can stay in here."

Shutting the door quietly, the front door bell rang out.

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"Open this door right now Sara!"

Grissom's hand dropped to his side when the door opened.

"Hey." Sara offered as she stared at him wide eyed. "What's up?"

Huffing a dragon breath, he pushed through the door and marched into her home. "Where is he?"

Raising a questioning brow at the demanding tone, she left the front door ajar and crossed her arms over her chest. "What?"

Twirling round to glare at her, he grinned sarcastically. "Game's up. Give me Seymour."

Sara nearly burst out laughing. "Sorry?" She asked, starting to become concerned by his erratic behaviour as he started searching her apartment.

"I said don't play with me, Sara. Where is he? Now!"

Watching his face turn red with anger, she dropped her head and closed her eyes. This was so funny, but she forgot how much it would affect Grissom.

"Don't go silent on me. I want-"

Her head snapped up as she stood up straight, not showing how much she was intimidated by him. "Want!" She drawled. "What do you want? What do we all want? Grissom, it's a damn spid-shit." She whispered, rolling her eyes as she gave herself away.

Grissom stared at her with narrowed eyes and a set jaw. "Sara."

"Shut up." She sighed.

Not listening, Grissom began his search again. "I will not shut up. I want to go back to work. I haven't got time to play silly games with you."

"Anymore? Huh?" Sara countered, pinning him with a deadly glare. "No more time for games, so you bury both of us in work so you can't deal with the problem."

Ignoring her, he started for the hall that spawned the bedrooms and bathroom.

"Grissom!" She shouted, shocked that he was actually going to search her place and not pay attention to her. "You know, if you're just going to search my home, you can at least talk to me."

Stopping in front of the first door, he turned to look at her. "You did this for my attention?" He asked.

Staring at him with a look of surprise. "What? You didn't think I was capable of such an act?"

"Stealing would not be on the list of Stupid Sidle Moves." He snapped.

"What! I didn't steal!"

Walking back into the living room, he nodded with a grin. "You committed a crime."

Sara didn't take the bait. She could tell he was trying to get her to stumble again. "What crime?"

He started counting them off on his fingers. "Trespassing, break and entering, theft, kidnapping..."

"God!" She shouted. "You're such a hypocrite."

Frowning, he asked. "Why am I a hypocrite? I haven't broken any laws."

Holding up her own hand, she started counting them off. "Unprofessional treatment, PSV's, lying-"

Taking an angry step forward, he stopped her. "Sara. That's different. They are not laws. It's not the same."

"It is to me." She growled, turning and walking away. "Go away." She told him quietly.

"I'm not going away until I get what I came for!" He shouted after her.

Grissom watched as she opened a door in the hall and came back with a tank in her hands.

"Here. Go away." She stared at the spider that had left the safety of the foliage and ventured to the other side of the tank.

"Thank you." He sighed with relief as he quickly gave Seymour a once over with his eyes. "Did he eat?"

Sara nodded. "I'm not stupid Grissom, even if you think I am."

Looking back at her, he sighed. "Look. I understand why you did this." Then he added. "I can't thank you enough for taking care of him though."

Moving away, she sat down in the armchair. "Yeah, whatever."

"I'll see you at work and I'll think about what you've done." He was speaking to the spider more than Sara. "Bye."

Waiting until he had pulled the front door open enough to get through it, she sighed. "Don't expect me at work."

"Sara." Grissom groaned. "Stop this now. I'm not talking to you about this."

"Yeah. So I noticed." She grumbled, causally checking her watch.

Not moving to come back or go, he stared at the tank. "Was this all about me ignoring you?" She didn't answer him and he looked up. "Why?"

"It's all about games Grissom." She said suddenly, leaning back to place her feet on her coffee table. "You know, games? You should know about those, seeing as that's all you do... play games." She turned her head and looked at him.

"Games?" He asked, nodding slowly. Finally getting his feet to move, he smiled slyly. "See you tonight."

Furrowing her brows at him, she watched him go. Shaking her head after he left, she got up and closed the door. "Good, I hate Men! No." She corrected. "I hate one man." She growled and dragged her feet over to the kitchen table where Grissom had stood when he was shouting demands.

Looking around for her cell, she grabbed her coat. As she placed her pager into her pocket, she shifted her eyes across the table and then the kitchen counters. "Where's my cell?" Before she could look around, her house phone rang. "Hello?"

"Lost something?" His husky voice asked.

Sara laughed. "Oh, funny, real funny Grissom."

"Isn't it?"

"I want my cell back." She demanded softly, listening to him chuckling.

"Want huh? What do we all want?" He asked playfully, echoing her recent questions.

"What do you want?" His tone was serious now.

THE END

[Ok, I'll admit happily rather than guiltily, I can't write a funny story. It always turns more serious. I'm a serious person, but with a soft heart. You can only try, right? I've always wanted to try it once and even though it wasn't funny haha, it was kinda funny uh-huh... lol. Anyway. Hope you liked it.]