Title: Boundaries
Author: Evidence
Chapter: 8
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Thanks to D for the encouragement and to Under the Maple Bridge and Nessa for telling me about ff.net not allowing reviews. I don't know why it does that. I am way late in finishing off this story but work got in the way. Thanks all for continuing to read it.
Grissom's heart beat in unison with his feet running to the athletic complex. His breath was ragged coming out but he didn't let that stop him. He was focused on getting to Sara before Eric Jasper did.
The shadow loomed over her as she was looking at a P. Johnson's locker. She felt a gulp of fear. Her hand went quickly to her gun holstered on her waist but he was upon her in a second pushing his hands into her back with such force her head connected with the locker.
She was swaying both mentally and physically. Her mind was all jumbled and the room was spinning. Her entire body was moving around like on a ship and in the next moment she was on the ground, the man looking down at her.
"He wasn't my father," she could hear him saying but it was echoing like in the Grand Canyon. "He was trying to replace my father."
"Mr. Krammer?" she asked the words barely able to come out of her mouth.
"Yeah, Mr. Krammer. He was supposed to be my mother's friend. He was more than a friend, much more."
Sara began fumbling to grab her gun.
"I don't visit my mother often, she actually has no pictures of me around. Did you notice that? She never loved me not like my father did. He was a great man. He died on cancer just a few years ago and since then...I've been lost."
Sara found the gun but her head was still spinning.
Jasper's face was wet with tears. He suddenly looked much younger like a boy missing his father instead of a grown adult on his own. "I found them having dinner. I just thought I would go for a visit, to see her like a son. There they were eating with candlelight and some steak. Then they left and went back to her bedroom, which she had shared with my father. My father! I waited outside for him to leave and then I followed him back to his place. The dog knew me, had seen me a few times so he didn't think I was a threat."
Sara so out of the corner of her eye Grissom, gun pointed at Jasper. His eyes told her he would protect her but keep Jasper going.
"Did you confront him?" she asked.
"Yes," he responded. "You know what he said; he told me it was none of my business. My mother is my business." His eyes grew cold. "They had a bottle of wine with their romantic dinner. Krammer still had the corkscrew in his hand. I pushed Bailey into the bathroom and wrestled with Krammer for the corkscrew. It was quite easy to get away from him, he was so old, the strength had left him long ago. I have studied biology, I got my degree in it, so I knew where to put the corkscrew."
"In the jugular vein," Sara said.
"Yes, he didn't die painfully at least."
"But he died. You took a life."
"He took my father's," Jasper said gulping with tears.
Grissom quickly moved in putting the gun next to Jasper. "Put your hands up."
Sara struggled to her feet.
"The police are on their way!" Mr. Davis called in.
"Are you okay?" Grissom asked looking at Sara.
"Yeah I am," she responded.
"He was replacing my father," Jasper said softly.
"Why did you destroy your mother's house?" Grissom asked. "Reverence?"
"No, I got mad. I told her Krammer's death was her fault but she said I needed help so I threw things around."
"You should listen to your mother," Grissom said with a sigh.
"I really think you should got to the hospital, ma'am." The young EMT spoke with a Southern accent.
"I really am fine but thank you," Sara responded holding the ice pack to her head.
When the EMT was out of Sara's earshot Grissom asked, "Is she really okay?"
"Well she probably has a conclusion and shouldn't be alone but she doesn't want to head to the hospital."
"Don't worry I'll make sure she is okay."
The EMT nodded and headed back to his ambulance.
"I'm fine, Grissom," she said when she saw him approaching.
"You will be. You need some rest. Come to my place."
Sara nearly made her head woozy; she picked it up so quickly. "What?"
"You could have a concussion. You can't sleep for the next 24 hours."
"Oh kill me now then- I haven't slept in a day as it is," Sara said.
"I thought you didn't need sleep," Grissom grinned.
"I do need a little sleep in order to function."
"You can't until a concussion has been ruled out. So let's go home." He didn't even think about the last word he uttered and neither did Sara.
"Fine, let's go," she responded.
To be continued...
Author: Evidence
Chapter: 8
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Thanks to D for the encouragement and to Under the Maple Bridge and Nessa for telling me about ff.net not allowing reviews. I don't know why it does that. I am way late in finishing off this story but work got in the way. Thanks all for continuing to read it.
Grissom's heart beat in unison with his feet running to the athletic complex. His breath was ragged coming out but he didn't let that stop him. He was focused on getting to Sara before Eric Jasper did.
The shadow loomed over her as she was looking at a P. Johnson's locker. She felt a gulp of fear. Her hand went quickly to her gun holstered on her waist but he was upon her in a second pushing his hands into her back with such force her head connected with the locker.
She was swaying both mentally and physically. Her mind was all jumbled and the room was spinning. Her entire body was moving around like on a ship and in the next moment she was on the ground, the man looking down at her.
"He wasn't my father," she could hear him saying but it was echoing like in the Grand Canyon. "He was trying to replace my father."
"Mr. Krammer?" she asked the words barely able to come out of her mouth.
"Yeah, Mr. Krammer. He was supposed to be my mother's friend. He was more than a friend, much more."
Sara began fumbling to grab her gun.
"I don't visit my mother often, she actually has no pictures of me around. Did you notice that? She never loved me not like my father did. He was a great man. He died on cancer just a few years ago and since then...I've been lost."
Sara found the gun but her head was still spinning.
Jasper's face was wet with tears. He suddenly looked much younger like a boy missing his father instead of a grown adult on his own. "I found them having dinner. I just thought I would go for a visit, to see her like a son. There they were eating with candlelight and some steak. Then they left and went back to her bedroom, which she had shared with my father. My father! I waited outside for him to leave and then I followed him back to his place. The dog knew me, had seen me a few times so he didn't think I was a threat."
Sara so out of the corner of her eye Grissom, gun pointed at Jasper. His eyes told her he would protect her but keep Jasper going.
"Did you confront him?" she asked.
"Yes," he responded. "You know what he said; he told me it was none of my business. My mother is my business." His eyes grew cold. "They had a bottle of wine with their romantic dinner. Krammer still had the corkscrew in his hand. I pushed Bailey into the bathroom and wrestled with Krammer for the corkscrew. It was quite easy to get away from him, he was so old, the strength had left him long ago. I have studied biology, I got my degree in it, so I knew where to put the corkscrew."
"In the jugular vein," Sara said.
"Yes, he didn't die painfully at least."
"But he died. You took a life."
"He took my father's," Jasper said gulping with tears.
Grissom quickly moved in putting the gun next to Jasper. "Put your hands up."
Sara struggled to her feet.
"The police are on their way!" Mr. Davis called in.
"Are you okay?" Grissom asked looking at Sara.
"Yeah I am," she responded.
"He was replacing my father," Jasper said softly.
"Why did you destroy your mother's house?" Grissom asked. "Reverence?"
"No, I got mad. I told her Krammer's death was her fault but she said I needed help so I threw things around."
"You should listen to your mother," Grissom said with a sigh.
"I really think you should got to the hospital, ma'am." The young EMT spoke with a Southern accent.
"I really am fine but thank you," Sara responded holding the ice pack to her head.
When the EMT was out of Sara's earshot Grissom asked, "Is she really okay?"
"Well she probably has a conclusion and shouldn't be alone but she doesn't want to head to the hospital."
"Don't worry I'll make sure she is okay."
The EMT nodded and headed back to his ambulance.
"I'm fine, Grissom," she said when she saw him approaching.
"You will be. You need some rest. Come to my place."
Sara nearly made her head woozy; she picked it up so quickly. "What?"
"You could have a concussion. You can't sleep for the next 24 hours."
"Oh kill me now then- I haven't slept in a day as it is," Sara said.
"I thought you didn't need sleep," Grissom grinned.
"I do need a little sleep in order to function."
"You can't until a concussion has been ruled out. So let's go home." He didn't even think about the last word he uttered and neither did Sara.
"Fine, let's go," she responded.
To be continued...