A/N: I like making scary stories for the CSI area.

Chapter 2

Sara and Gil sat in the car, visibly shaken. Sara started the car and began the all-to-long journey back to the labs. Upon arriving they we're so swarmed by news media and questions from their co-workers that they just went home.

Sitting on her couch, Sara didn't move for a little while. She turned on the TV, and it worked to calm her a little, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Only to be woken by a phone. "Hello?"
"Is this Sara Sidle?"
"Who wants to know?"
"Ah, Miss Sidle, your wit matches your charm." The TV turned to static. Slowly followed by a face, the same demonic one
she had seen in the house on the wall. "Miss Sidle, can you see me? See how mad I am that you invaded my house?" The stereo flickered on, to the same haunting tune that she had herd in the
house.
"You took something Miss Sidle. Return it. Or you'll pay. You and Mr.
Grissom. Return it Sara."

It all went black.
**RING**RING**RING** She awoke with a start. The TV was playing some old show. A western. The
stereo was off. The phone was still ringing.

"Hello?" A scared Sara answered the phone. "Sara, what's wrong are you ok? Are you crying?" Relief washed over Sara, knowing it wasn't the same angry demonic voice she had herd in her dreams.
"I'm fine Grissom. Just... out-of-it."
"Yah, me too. That's why I called. Would you... come and...." "You want me to come over and keep you company." She said it. Knowing he
didn't like too.
"To put it bluntly, yes."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

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Sitting on Gil's couch wasn't a first for her. The fact that she was sitting on it because they both we're scared was new. Turns out Gil had had the same dream as Sara, at the exact same time. They sat for a while. The radio playing softly in the background. Neither one of them had the will to
get up and turn it off.

- You know, your beautiful. That's for sure -

They were in fear for their lives. Nick, Warrick, Cath, and Greg all knew
about what had happened. They didn't ask any questions.

- Your lovely -

The phone rang. Gil looked at it. 'Caller Unknown' flashed across the
screen.
Grumbling, he answered it. "Grissom."

"Hello Mr. Grissom. Sorry I couldn't call sooner. I didn't want to disturb you and Miss Sidle." Sweat began to form on Gil's face. He had never been so scared. The voice had a fear, that only the devil himself could instill
on someone. "How does it feel, to know I can strike at any time? In any
place."

The radio died out.

"I could take both of you right now. That man felt himself rip apart. I
made sure of it. Do you really want to suffer the same fate? What about Miss Sidle, laying so peacefully at your feet. You would hate if something
we're to happen to her, wouldn't you?"

Panic began to fill Gil. "This is my final warning. DO what you have to do.
I want what's mine, or she will suffer, and so will you..."

It ended with a whisper that sounded like it was from a snake. The line
went dead.

Gil dropped the phone. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want the others involved. It might go after them too. What did it want? They hadn't taken
anything from the house. Wait...

Gil knew what he had to do.