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Chapter 2
Tim hummed to himself as he stood over the kitchen sink. It was a gorgeous day. Maybe he'd go out for a walk later and do some shopping. He could make a nice dinner, pasta primavera or eggplant parmesan. He smiled to himself as he loaded the dishwasher and dried his hands. Everything was going right for him today.
Sara had finally decided to eat. He'd offered her food every day since she'd come to him, but she kept refusing. When she finally let him feed her today, he was relieved. She was already so skinny. He didn't want her to get sick.
Tim sighed. He wanted to sit down and talk with her more than anything right now, but he couldn't. It was too early. He couldn't risk upsetting her again. But today had been a breakthrough. Maybe tomorrow she'd be willing to talk to him.
Pasta would be perfect for tonight, he decided. He'd even offer her a glass of wine. She'd probably refuse to drink it though. Some part of her would want to remain in control. He admired her willpower. Hell, he wouldn't love her if she was some weak, simpering girl. She was strong, an independent and intelligent woman and she was perfect for him. She just didn't know it yet.
Tim sat watching his favorite TV show. He was a patient man. He'd waited over two years for her; he could wait a few more days. Those two years had been torture, but he realized now that they were invaluable. He knew her better than anyone now. He'd stopped eating meat when she did. He knew what size clothes she wore, where she shopped. He knew how she cried herself to sleep almost every night. And he knew why. Grissom. The man had been both a blessing and a curse. Sara was clearly in love with him. He'd watched her extend herself to him. She'd given him plenty of opportunities, but every time he'd blown it. The man had to be the biggest fool on earth.
After Tim had identified Grissom as his primary obstacle, he'd started watching him too. It actually took a lot of discipline to study him. While watching Sara do anything was a pleasure, watching Grissom was tedious. His life was exceedingly boring. He sat at home reading forensics journals most of the time. Every once in a while he'd go ride a roller coaster, but that was it. How did the man manage? The only person he ever saw outside of work was one of his coworkers, Catherine. She was a beautiful woman and at first Tim thought there might have been something there. But she clearly had no desire for anything beyond an emotional friendship. No, his life was work and nothing else.
Grissom's feelings for Sara became more and more evident as he watched them both. The random touches, the offhanded comments and the way he watched her when she wasn't looking made the attraction obvious. But it was just as clear that Grissom would never do anything about it. Tim was torn between sympathy and glee every time Grissom missed an opening. Those nights, Sara would be so upset she couldn't even cry herself to sleep. She would simply curl up into a ball and gaze out a window. Tim ached to go to her and comfort her. Her pain was his. As he watched her he would hate Grissom.
On the other hand, if Grissom had reciprocated, Tim thought, then he would have never had this chance to prove his love to her. He had waited for his opportunity for a long time. He'd thought she was ready for him last year. She had almost left Las Vegas because of Grissom's "emotional issues." But then she'd gone and hooked up with that idiot EMT. Yet another moron who had an opportunity with the girl of his dreams and had blown it. In the end it had turned out for the best though. Sara had been devastated by his lies. Now she finally seemed to have given up on Grissom. She had even filled out a leave of absence form.
Then, when Grissom took his little sabbatical, Tim finally had his chance. It had been so easy. He had been in her apartment before, so it was no problem to get in there and get the form that she had put on her kitchen table. She had stared at it for over a week. It was time for him to put an end to her indecision. He mailed it for her, then settled in to wait for her to get home.
The wait gave him a chance to take care of a few things. The first was a call to the movers. She would need some of her own stuff when they started their life together. But not everything. His eyes fell on a plant by her bedside. "From Grissom." She definitely wouldn't need this. He threw it in the trash and shattered the pot. He searched for anything else that could possibly remind her of the bastard and quickly destroyed what he found, pictures, books, anything. He sat on her bed, stroking the pillow and picturing her hair. He took a shower in her bathroom using her shampoo. Every step he took brought him closer to her.
Finally she arrived home. He sat in her bedroom on what would soon be their bed. He listened to her come in and lay her gun on the kitchen table. Eventually she made her way to him. Thank god for chloroform. She struggled so hard. He knew he should feel bad that he had to force her, but the feeling of her muscles jumping beneath her skin and the smell of her hair was just intoxicating. He held her until she went limp. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to her bed. She looked so beautiful laying there. Almost as if she was waiting for him. He lay down next to her stoking her bare arm lightly. He couldn't stay like this for long. He had to get her home before she woke up, but for now, Tim was content to merely have her close to him.
Those first two days with her had been so difficult. They couldn't start getting to know each other until their house was properly set up. He had locked her in the basement bathroom with her hands cuffed in front of her while he arranged everything with the movers. Even though he'd sent in her request for leave, he'd half expected one of her coworkers to suspect something. Only when her apartment had been cleaned out and her stuff delivered to his house, did Tim finally relax. The basement was set up with her bed and furniture, to make it as much of a home as possible. He sat outside the bathroom door and listened to her breathing. She would be weak and tired. It would have been hard to sleep in there, despite the blankets and pillows he'd left for her. Plus she hadn't eaten in those two days. He had been so busy and there was no safe way to keep going in there to feed her. Again, he felt bad that it should come to this, but as soon as he had her out of there and she could see what he did for her, she would come around.
He readied a rag with chloroform and opened the door. She appeared to be sleeping in the bathtub. She looked peaceful, serene. He knelt down by the side of the tub and brushed the hair from her eyes. He leaned over her, the urge to feel her skin beneath his lips irresistible. He was only a hair's breadth away when her eyes suddenly opened and a fist sent the chloroform flying. She clawed at him, trying to rip at his skin as he backed away. She stood in the tub glaring at him.
Damn it. Tim thought. I should have known. Two days wouldn't be enough to break her will. He manhandled her over to the waiting bed and climbed on top of her as he cuffed her hands to the headboard. He looked down at her, expecting the struggle to be over. Suddenly he was flying backwards as her foot connected with his chest.
That little bitch! Tim raged. Here I am just trying to make her happy and she tries to hurt me! Moving swiftly and blinded by rage, he caught her legs and a viselike grip. If she wants to hurt me, then I can hurt her. He took her two big toes and snapped them, grinning at the sickening crunch and her scream of pain. That would teach her to kick him.
Finally Sara stopped struggling and he went to the bathroom. He grabbed the rag and chloroform and sent Sara into a painless dreamless sleep. He sat down on the bed next to her, breathing hard with his exertions. He hadn't wanted it to happen like this. He told himself he really didn't want to hurt her. It was her fault. Her scream had shot a lightning bolt through his chest. It was both satisfying and disturbing. He had hurt her and liked it. He rubbed his eyes. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
Tim got up, checked Sara's bonds and left the room. He'd go out and buy her something nice to make up for hurting her. A nice nightgown. She shouldn't be in bed fully clothed anyway.
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That had all happened a week ago. Since then he and Sara had settled into a comfortable routine. Three times a day he would offer her food and let her use the bathroom, with her hands cuffed. Then it was back to bed. He hadn't spoken to her in all that time. He sensed she was still too mad at him for hurting her. But soon she'd be ready for him.
He leaned back and watched the television and rubbed a hand over the front of his jeans. Soon he'd be able to touch her skin the way he really wanted to. Before long he wouldn't have to resort to fantasizing about her arms wrapped around him, her lips on him. The figure on the TV shifted slightly revealing a little more leg. God she was beautiful lying there in the almost virginal white nightgown he bought her. Like a bride waiting to be taken.
His bride.
TBC
Please let me know what you think. I promise the next chapter will have both Sara and Griss in the flesh.
Chapter 2
Tim hummed to himself as he stood over the kitchen sink. It was a gorgeous day. Maybe he'd go out for a walk later and do some shopping. He could make a nice dinner, pasta primavera or eggplant parmesan. He smiled to himself as he loaded the dishwasher and dried his hands. Everything was going right for him today.
Sara had finally decided to eat. He'd offered her food every day since she'd come to him, but she kept refusing. When she finally let him feed her today, he was relieved. She was already so skinny. He didn't want her to get sick.
Tim sighed. He wanted to sit down and talk with her more than anything right now, but he couldn't. It was too early. He couldn't risk upsetting her again. But today had been a breakthrough. Maybe tomorrow she'd be willing to talk to him.
Pasta would be perfect for tonight, he decided. He'd even offer her a glass of wine. She'd probably refuse to drink it though. Some part of her would want to remain in control. He admired her willpower. Hell, he wouldn't love her if she was some weak, simpering girl. She was strong, an independent and intelligent woman and she was perfect for him. She just didn't know it yet.
Tim sat watching his favorite TV show. He was a patient man. He'd waited over two years for her; he could wait a few more days. Those two years had been torture, but he realized now that they were invaluable. He knew her better than anyone now. He'd stopped eating meat when she did. He knew what size clothes she wore, where she shopped. He knew how she cried herself to sleep almost every night. And he knew why. Grissom. The man had been both a blessing and a curse. Sara was clearly in love with him. He'd watched her extend herself to him. She'd given him plenty of opportunities, but every time he'd blown it. The man had to be the biggest fool on earth.
After Tim had identified Grissom as his primary obstacle, he'd started watching him too. It actually took a lot of discipline to study him. While watching Sara do anything was a pleasure, watching Grissom was tedious. His life was exceedingly boring. He sat at home reading forensics journals most of the time. Every once in a while he'd go ride a roller coaster, but that was it. How did the man manage? The only person he ever saw outside of work was one of his coworkers, Catherine. She was a beautiful woman and at first Tim thought there might have been something there. But she clearly had no desire for anything beyond an emotional friendship. No, his life was work and nothing else.
Grissom's feelings for Sara became more and more evident as he watched them both. The random touches, the offhanded comments and the way he watched her when she wasn't looking made the attraction obvious. But it was just as clear that Grissom would never do anything about it. Tim was torn between sympathy and glee every time Grissom missed an opening. Those nights, Sara would be so upset she couldn't even cry herself to sleep. She would simply curl up into a ball and gaze out a window. Tim ached to go to her and comfort her. Her pain was his. As he watched her he would hate Grissom.
On the other hand, if Grissom had reciprocated, Tim thought, then he would have never had this chance to prove his love to her. He had waited for his opportunity for a long time. He'd thought she was ready for him last year. She had almost left Las Vegas because of Grissom's "emotional issues." But then she'd gone and hooked up with that idiot EMT. Yet another moron who had an opportunity with the girl of his dreams and had blown it. In the end it had turned out for the best though. Sara had been devastated by his lies. Now she finally seemed to have given up on Grissom. She had even filled out a leave of absence form.
Then, when Grissom took his little sabbatical, Tim finally had his chance. It had been so easy. He had been in her apartment before, so it was no problem to get in there and get the form that she had put on her kitchen table. She had stared at it for over a week. It was time for him to put an end to her indecision. He mailed it for her, then settled in to wait for her to get home.
The wait gave him a chance to take care of a few things. The first was a call to the movers. She would need some of her own stuff when they started their life together. But not everything. His eyes fell on a plant by her bedside. "From Grissom." She definitely wouldn't need this. He threw it in the trash and shattered the pot. He searched for anything else that could possibly remind her of the bastard and quickly destroyed what he found, pictures, books, anything. He sat on her bed, stroking the pillow and picturing her hair. He took a shower in her bathroom using her shampoo. Every step he took brought him closer to her.
Finally she arrived home. He sat in her bedroom on what would soon be their bed. He listened to her come in and lay her gun on the kitchen table. Eventually she made her way to him. Thank god for chloroform. She struggled so hard. He knew he should feel bad that he had to force her, but the feeling of her muscles jumping beneath her skin and the smell of her hair was just intoxicating. He held her until she went limp. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to her bed. She looked so beautiful laying there. Almost as if she was waiting for him. He lay down next to her stoking her bare arm lightly. He couldn't stay like this for long. He had to get her home before she woke up, but for now, Tim was content to merely have her close to him.
Those first two days with her had been so difficult. They couldn't start getting to know each other until their house was properly set up. He had locked her in the basement bathroom with her hands cuffed in front of her while he arranged everything with the movers. Even though he'd sent in her request for leave, he'd half expected one of her coworkers to suspect something. Only when her apartment had been cleaned out and her stuff delivered to his house, did Tim finally relax. The basement was set up with her bed and furniture, to make it as much of a home as possible. He sat outside the bathroom door and listened to her breathing. She would be weak and tired. It would have been hard to sleep in there, despite the blankets and pillows he'd left for her. Plus she hadn't eaten in those two days. He had been so busy and there was no safe way to keep going in there to feed her. Again, he felt bad that it should come to this, but as soon as he had her out of there and she could see what he did for her, she would come around.
He readied a rag with chloroform and opened the door. She appeared to be sleeping in the bathtub. She looked peaceful, serene. He knelt down by the side of the tub and brushed the hair from her eyes. He leaned over her, the urge to feel her skin beneath his lips irresistible. He was only a hair's breadth away when her eyes suddenly opened and a fist sent the chloroform flying. She clawed at him, trying to rip at his skin as he backed away. She stood in the tub glaring at him.
Damn it. Tim thought. I should have known. Two days wouldn't be enough to break her will. He manhandled her over to the waiting bed and climbed on top of her as he cuffed her hands to the headboard. He looked down at her, expecting the struggle to be over. Suddenly he was flying backwards as her foot connected with his chest.
That little bitch! Tim raged. Here I am just trying to make her happy and she tries to hurt me! Moving swiftly and blinded by rage, he caught her legs and a viselike grip. If she wants to hurt me, then I can hurt her. He took her two big toes and snapped them, grinning at the sickening crunch and her scream of pain. That would teach her to kick him.
Finally Sara stopped struggling and he went to the bathroom. He grabbed the rag and chloroform and sent Sara into a painless dreamless sleep. He sat down on the bed next to her, breathing hard with his exertions. He hadn't wanted it to happen like this. He told himself he really didn't want to hurt her. It was her fault. Her scream had shot a lightning bolt through his chest. It was both satisfying and disturbing. He had hurt her and liked it. He rubbed his eyes. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
Tim got up, checked Sara's bonds and left the room. He'd go out and buy her something nice to make up for hurting her. A nice nightgown. She shouldn't be in bed fully clothed anyway.
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That had all happened a week ago. Since then he and Sara had settled into a comfortable routine. Three times a day he would offer her food and let her use the bathroom, with her hands cuffed. Then it was back to bed. He hadn't spoken to her in all that time. He sensed she was still too mad at him for hurting her. But soon she'd be ready for him.
He leaned back and watched the television and rubbed a hand over the front of his jeans. Soon he'd be able to touch her skin the way he really wanted to. Before long he wouldn't have to resort to fantasizing about her arms wrapped around him, her lips on him. The figure on the TV shifted slightly revealing a little more leg. God she was beautiful lying there in the almost virginal white nightgown he bought her. Like a bride waiting to be taken.
His bride.
TBC
Please let me know what you think. I promise the next chapter will have both Sara and Griss in the flesh.