Author's Notes: Hey, this is the last chapter of this story. Yeah, I know a
little short, but this is my first one so you gotta give me a break! I will
write a sequel to this, though, don't worry about that. I've already got it
all planned out.
~*~
The team met up with Brass at the home of Ryan Thompson.
Brass walked over to them. "We've staked out his house all day--nothing. The neighbors are positive that he always comes home at this time. Where could he be?" He asked with a worried look on his face.
A dark look came over Grissom's face. "Maybe he had to make a stop before he came home. Have a few men stay here in case he comes home. I think I know where he went. Come with me!"
Greg and Sara were watching TV when they heard a strange noise on the back porch.
"You hear that, Sara? Stay here."
All of a sudden, she heard a scuffle and someone fell to the ground. She pulled out her gun.
"Greg?" Sara called out.
There was no answer.
"Greg, quit joking around. It's not nice to tease me like that." she walked slowly towards the back porch.
"No, it isn't funny to tease people, Sara."
She recognized the familiar voice and her blood ran cold.
Ryan came through the door holding a knife and hammer.
She stepped back. "I didn't know you did handy work around the house." She said sarcastically.
"I don't. My specialty is people and you are going to be my next masterpiece."
Sara gripped her gun tightly behind her. "Why are you doing this? It's over between us and has been for years," she told him, irritated.
"You are all I think about, Sara. You were 'the one'. I would have done anything for you. But you just pushed me aside--and for what? Him?" He pointed to an unconscious Greg lying on the ground.
"You better not have hurt Greg," she threatened.
"Don't worry. Loverboy is fine. He must be a lover, not a fighter.
He ran his fingers along the blade of the knife. "Yeah, you could've had it all. Now, the only thing you will have is a coffin in the cold, dark ground," he stated calmly.
"If you wanted to kill me, why bother with the other two?"
"Practice makes perfect, sweetheart. I wanted to get it right for you. You always were my favorite, Sara."
Sara grabbed the remote and smacked him over the head with it. He fell to the ground. She jumped over him towards the door. He grabbed her ankle and she fell to the floor. Her gun slid across the room. He got to his feet and slapped her. She slammed into the wll and curled over on the floor dazed. He picked her up by her hair and slapped her hard across the face again. He pinned her head to the wall and wiped the blood off of her mouth. He put her blood to his lips.
"I'm not letting you go again. I always want to remember you this way."
"Yeah? Remember this!"
She kicked him in the groin and he fell to his knees in pain. She stumbled into the living room looking for her gun.
"Looking for this?"
She spun around to see him twirling the gun in his fingers. He staggered into the room, still in a bit of pain.
"Still strong, I see but, not strong enough."
He moved closer to her pointing the gun at her.
"I had your death all planned out, but I'm willing to change it. I'm in a good mood. How do you want to die, Sara?"
"I don't."
He shook his head. "No, no, that's not one of the options. I tell ya what. I'll pick for you since you can't decide. I think I'll just wound you with the gun. I want you to be able to enjoy it when I carve you up and have my way with you...whichever comes first.
"You sick bastard!"
"Now Sara, you know I aim to please. I guarantee you'll die with a smile on your face."
He slowly pointed the gun at her heart. His finger moved towards the trigger and started to press down.
"I've waited years for this moment. I'll finally be satisfied," he whispered.
"Yes you will be"
A gun came up beside his head.
"Bubba will be thrilled to satisfy you...in your jail cell. Put the gun down," Brass ordered.
He slowly lowered the gun and Brass put his hands behind his back and cuffed him.
He stopped in front of her. "We could've been something special, Sara."
She got in his face. "Doubtful. It didn't work the first time....and by the way," She picked up the box of chocolates and threw them in his face. "I hated these chocolates."
He smirked at her. "Then why did you keep them?"
"Oh, I didn't. Greg loved them," she said sweetly with a smile.
His smile faded as they led him out of the door. Grissom and Nick walked up beside her.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah, thanks guys."
Nick put his arm around her. "Do me a favor will ya?"
"What?"
"Try not to date crazy people." he patted her on the cheek.
Catherine poked her head in the door. "Well, that would rule Greg out," she exclaimed.
"Ha, ha. Very funny. Oh! I hope he's OK!"
She started to go to him when he came walking into the room.
"Is it over? What happened? Sara, are you OK?? Before I knew it, someone hit me over the head with something really hard!" Greg said, rubbing his head.
Warrick was eating some chips. "You were so brave lying there passed out on the floor."
"Hey, he jumped me from behind! I didn't stand a chance," Greg protested.
Nick looked over at Warrick. "Like he would have stood a chance if he didn't knock him out... Man, he did you a favor," they both started laughing.
Greg was about to fire back when Sara came in and put her arms around him. "I know you would've protected me. But let's face it." She kissed him on the ear. "You're a lover, not a fighter."
Everyone got the hint and walked towards the door. As soon as everyone was out, she waved and shut the door behind them.
Nick was really laughing now and Warrick looked confused.
"A lover? Who knew?" Warrick asked totally perplexed over the couple.
Grissom turned around and started walking to his car.
"You never know about people, do you?"
Warrick pulled out his wallet. "Anyone for Chinese? I'll buy."
"Look at all the dust fly out of there when he opened it! Since it's a rare occasion you have money, I'm taking you up on the offer." Catherine looked at Nick. "You better come. This may never happen again."
"In my mind, I'm already there! Let's go, Grissom."
"You all go. I'm going home and get some rest."
Grissom watched the car pull away and disappear into the dark night. He looked back at Greg's house and watched the last light go off in the bedroom. He stood there a few seconds, smiled, and drove off towards his house.
~*~
The team met up with Brass at the home of Ryan Thompson.
Brass walked over to them. "We've staked out his house all day--nothing. The neighbors are positive that he always comes home at this time. Where could he be?" He asked with a worried look on his face.
A dark look came over Grissom's face. "Maybe he had to make a stop before he came home. Have a few men stay here in case he comes home. I think I know where he went. Come with me!"
Greg and Sara were watching TV when they heard a strange noise on the back porch.
"You hear that, Sara? Stay here."
All of a sudden, she heard a scuffle and someone fell to the ground. She pulled out her gun.
"Greg?" Sara called out.
There was no answer.
"Greg, quit joking around. It's not nice to tease me like that." she walked slowly towards the back porch.
"No, it isn't funny to tease people, Sara."
She recognized the familiar voice and her blood ran cold.
Ryan came through the door holding a knife and hammer.
She stepped back. "I didn't know you did handy work around the house." She said sarcastically.
"I don't. My specialty is people and you are going to be my next masterpiece."
Sara gripped her gun tightly behind her. "Why are you doing this? It's over between us and has been for years," she told him, irritated.
"You are all I think about, Sara. You were 'the one'. I would have done anything for you. But you just pushed me aside--and for what? Him?" He pointed to an unconscious Greg lying on the ground.
"You better not have hurt Greg," she threatened.
"Don't worry. Loverboy is fine. He must be a lover, not a fighter.
He ran his fingers along the blade of the knife. "Yeah, you could've had it all. Now, the only thing you will have is a coffin in the cold, dark ground," he stated calmly.
"If you wanted to kill me, why bother with the other two?"
"Practice makes perfect, sweetheart. I wanted to get it right for you. You always were my favorite, Sara."
Sara grabbed the remote and smacked him over the head with it. He fell to the ground. She jumped over him towards the door. He grabbed her ankle and she fell to the floor. Her gun slid across the room. He got to his feet and slapped her. She slammed into the wll and curled over on the floor dazed. He picked her up by her hair and slapped her hard across the face again. He pinned her head to the wall and wiped the blood off of her mouth. He put her blood to his lips.
"I'm not letting you go again. I always want to remember you this way."
"Yeah? Remember this!"
She kicked him in the groin and he fell to his knees in pain. She stumbled into the living room looking for her gun.
"Looking for this?"
She spun around to see him twirling the gun in his fingers. He staggered into the room, still in a bit of pain.
"Still strong, I see but, not strong enough."
He moved closer to her pointing the gun at her.
"I had your death all planned out, but I'm willing to change it. I'm in a good mood. How do you want to die, Sara?"
"I don't."
He shook his head. "No, no, that's not one of the options. I tell ya what. I'll pick for you since you can't decide. I think I'll just wound you with the gun. I want you to be able to enjoy it when I carve you up and have my way with you...whichever comes first.
"You sick bastard!"
"Now Sara, you know I aim to please. I guarantee you'll die with a smile on your face."
He slowly pointed the gun at her heart. His finger moved towards the trigger and started to press down.
"I've waited years for this moment. I'll finally be satisfied," he whispered.
"Yes you will be"
A gun came up beside his head.
"Bubba will be thrilled to satisfy you...in your jail cell. Put the gun down," Brass ordered.
He slowly lowered the gun and Brass put his hands behind his back and cuffed him.
He stopped in front of her. "We could've been something special, Sara."
She got in his face. "Doubtful. It didn't work the first time....and by the way," She picked up the box of chocolates and threw them in his face. "I hated these chocolates."
He smirked at her. "Then why did you keep them?"
"Oh, I didn't. Greg loved them," she said sweetly with a smile.
His smile faded as they led him out of the door. Grissom and Nick walked up beside her.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah, thanks guys."
Nick put his arm around her. "Do me a favor will ya?"
"What?"
"Try not to date crazy people." he patted her on the cheek.
Catherine poked her head in the door. "Well, that would rule Greg out," she exclaimed.
"Ha, ha. Very funny. Oh! I hope he's OK!"
She started to go to him when he came walking into the room.
"Is it over? What happened? Sara, are you OK?? Before I knew it, someone hit me over the head with something really hard!" Greg said, rubbing his head.
Warrick was eating some chips. "You were so brave lying there passed out on the floor."
"Hey, he jumped me from behind! I didn't stand a chance," Greg protested.
Nick looked over at Warrick. "Like he would have stood a chance if he didn't knock him out... Man, he did you a favor," they both started laughing.
Greg was about to fire back when Sara came in and put her arms around him. "I know you would've protected me. But let's face it." She kissed him on the ear. "You're a lover, not a fighter."
Everyone got the hint and walked towards the door. As soon as everyone was out, she waved and shut the door behind them.
Nick was really laughing now and Warrick looked confused.
"A lover? Who knew?" Warrick asked totally perplexed over the couple.
Grissom turned around and started walking to his car.
"You never know about people, do you?"
Warrick pulled out his wallet. "Anyone for Chinese? I'll buy."
"Look at all the dust fly out of there when he opened it! Since it's a rare occasion you have money, I'm taking you up on the offer." Catherine looked at Nick. "You better come. This may never happen again."
"In my mind, I'm already there! Let's go, Grissom."
"You all go. I'm going home and get some rest."
Grissom watched the car pull away and disappear into the dark night. He looked back at Greg's house and watched the last light go off in the bedroom. He stood there a few seconds, smiled, and drove off towards his house.