Author's note: Told you I'd try to add two today! I'm only into the second hour outta three! Ahhh, the insanity!! Anyway, please enjoy!! And thank you for all the awesome reviews! I love you all!!
Spoilers: I lied last time! Sorry!! This is the chapter with spoilers from Butterflied! Oops, again!
Disclaimer: Still not mine, gosh darn it!
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Sleep had not come easily that night, but after a few hours of knowing their kidnapper wasn't coming back, Grissom and Sara had fallen into an uneasy sleep.
Morning light slipped through the cracks in the boards over the window, falling softly onto Sara's face. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter and frowned. She tried to roll over, but was subdued by the weight of something around her waist.
Momentarily she panicked, thinking that at some time during the night she had been tied down by the man with the gun, but her mind settled as she saw it was Grissom's arm.
She sighed as she realized she'd have to wake him up, as much as she wanted to stay like this and make this whole nightmare go away. She closed her eyes and struggled to keep the rising tears at bay.
Sara turned over in Grissom's arms to face him. His eyes were shut and his breathing was light. His left eye was swollen and painted a dark purple. She frowned again.
Bringing a hand to his shoulder, Sara gently shook Grissom. He groaned then rolled onto his back. She smiled, and then tried again.
"Grissom," she whispered into his ear.
Bright eyes slowly opened to meet hers. He smiled when he saw who was leaning over him.
"Sara," he said as he sat up.
"Good morning to you too," she said with a smile.
For a little bit, things were silent between the two as they allowed themselves to wake up. Grissom poked as his tender eye, and Sara silently watched him.
"You shouldn't do that," she finally said.
"Yeah, I know, it's just… I've never really had a black eye before."
"Oh," she said, then smiled.
"It hurts," he whispered.
"I'm sorry," she said back, taking his hand.
Grissom looked down at their entwined hands. His heart started to beat faster, and tears sprang to his eyes. He sighed as looked up at Sara. Unshed tears sparkled in her own beautiful eyes.
"Sara, the other day… I wanted to tell you something. And after what happened last night, I think I should tell you sooner then later, because I may not have another chance."
He gripped her hand tighter. He watched as a tear slowly fell down her face. He tenderly wiped it away with his thumb. She gave him a small smile.
"Sara…I love you. I have for a very long time. Even before you asked me to dinner. Long before that. I was… am just so scared that I will hurt you. I'm so scared of how you make me feel, because I've never felt this strongly about anyone before," he paused and looked at her, then continued, "During the Debbie Marlin case? God, I couldn't function, because every time I saw her body, every time I went to that crime scene, all I could see was you. And I was suddenly so aware of how easy it could be to lose you."
He wiped at his own tears. Sara squeezed his hand, a silent gesture of support. He met her eyes again, and had the strength to go on.
"And now look where we are. Trapped in the basement of some stalker, at death's door. And if anything happens to you, I won't be able to forgive myself, because the night I assigned us to this case, I came to work knowing that you'd be working with me that night, because I was finally going to tell you how I felt. And now look, you're here with me, in danger, and it's all my fault."
Grissom dropped his eyes to the floor. Tears were flowing down his face in rivers now. He took in a deep breath and shakily let it back out. He stilled when he felt Sara's arms wrap around him.
Slowly he brought his arms around her and pulled her closer. She buried her head in his neck, breathing in his smell. Tears rolled down her face and dripped off her chin onto his neck. Slowly she pulled away.
"I don't blame you for any of this," she said through her tears, "and I never will. Gil Grissom, I love you too. And no matter what, we are going to get through this together. We are going to get out of here together."
Grissom leaned closer to Sara and softly kissed her forehead, then pulled her closer to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Honey, when we get out of her, I'm going to make it all up to you," he whispered.
She smiled, then looked up into his eyes.
"Griss, I have something to tell you too."
His eyebrows creased, but he nodded his head.
"Ok."
Sara took in a deep breath, "That day you interviewed Dr. Lurie, during the Debbie Marlin case? I saw that, and I heard everything you said. I wanted to say something to you, but… I didn't know what you would think."
Grissom planted a kiss in her hair, then smiled.
"It's ok, honey. I probably would have freaked out anyway," he laughed.
They spent the rest of the morning waiting for their captor.
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Warrick sat in the dim interrogation room, filling out papers for the next person he and Brass were to question. He set the pen down and rubbed his eyes.
This was the thirteenth person on their list. They had 15 more to go, and shift was almost over. Lucky him, overtime.
Brass walked into the room and set down a cup of coffee in front of the young man. He smiled as Warrick looked at the coffee and then at him.
"Looked like you could used it," said Brass as he sat down.
Warrick nodded, then picked up the warm cup. He took a long drink of the warm liquid, then set the cup back down.
"Thanks Brass." he said, as picked up the paper in front of him, "Next is Tashi Mark. Next door neighbor and bystander on the scene. Bring her in."
The door opened and a girl no older then 19 walked in. She sat down awkwardly across from Warrick. He smiled at her.
"Thanks for coming," he said. The girl nodded.
"I'm Warrick Brown and this is Detective Brass. We only have a few questions, ok?"
"Yeah, ok," said Tashi.
Before he could get out the first question, Warrick was interrupted by the shrill ringing of a cell phone. He looked over at Brass, who was digging into his pocket for his phone. He pulled it out and looked at the caller id. He stood up.
"Excuse me," he said as he walked out of the room.
Warrick shrugged his shoulder, then went back to questioning Tashi.
Brass, though, took his call outside.
"Brass," he said into the phone.
A sinister laugh met his ear.
"Captain Brass. Told you I'd call. I want to talk about a ransom."
Brass furrowed his brows, "A ransom?"
"You didn't think I was going to do this without get some money out of it too, did you?" said the voice, "I didn't think you were so naïve, Captain."
Brass temper was flaring, but he took a deep breath, knowing that any show of anger could get Grissom and Sara into a lot of trouble.
"What are you asking for?" he asked.
"10 million. A small amount really. See what you can do, I'll be in touch soon to make plans for a drop off."
The line went dead.
"Damn it," said Brass. He put away his phone, then rushed back into the interrogation room.
"Warrick," he said.
Warrick turned around in his chair, "Yeah?"
"We gotta go find Cath. That was the kidnapper."
Warrick turned back to Tashi. He grabbed his stuff as he stood up.
"You're free to go, but we'll be in touch," he said as he rushed out of the room after Brass.
Spoilers: I lied last time! Sorry!! This is the chapter with spoilers from Butterflied! Oops, again!
Disclaimer: Still not mine, gosh darn it!
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Sleep had not come easily that night, but after a few hours of knowing their kidnapper wasn't coming back, Grissom and Sara had fallen into an uneasy sleep.
Morning light slipped through the cracks in the boards over the window, falling softly onto Sara's face. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter and frowned. She tried to roll over, but was subdued by the weight of something around her waist.
Momentarily she panicked, thinking that at some time during the night she had been tied down by the man with the gun, but her mind settled as she saw it was Grissom's arm.
She sighed as she realized she'd have to wake him up, as much as she wanted to stay like this and make this whole nightmare go away. She closed her eyes and struggled to keep the rising tears at bay.
Sara turned over in Grissom's arms to face him. His eyes were shut and his breathing was light. His left eye was swollen and painted a dark purple. She frowned again.
Bringing a hand to his shoulder, Sara gently shook Grissom. He groaned then rolled onto his back. She smiled, and then tried again.
"Grissom," she whispered into his ear.
Bright eyes slowly opened to meet hers. He smiled when he saw who was leaning over him.
"Sara," he said as he sat up.
"Good morning to you too," she said with a smile.
For a little bit, things were silent between the two as they allowed themselves to wake up. Grissom poked as his tender eye, and Sara silently watched him.
"You shouldn't do that," she finally said.
"Yeah, I know, it's just… I've never really had a black eye before."
"Oh," she said, then smiled.
"It hurts," he whispered.
"I'm sorry," she said back, taking his hand.
Grissom looked down at their entwined hands. His heart started to beat faster, and tears sprang to his eyes. He sighed as looked up at Sara. Unshed tears sparkled in her own beautiful eyes.
"Sara, the other day… I wanted to tell you something. And after what happened last night, I think I should tell you sooner then later, because I may not have another chance."
He gripped her hand tighter. He watched as a tear slowly fell down her face. He tenderly wiped it away with his thumb. She gave him a small smile.
"Sara…I love you. I have for a very long time. Even before you asked me to dinner. Long before that. I was… am just so scared that I will hurt you. I'm so scared of how you make me feel, because I've never felt this strongly about anyone before," he paused and looked at her, then continued, "During the Debbie Marlin case? God, I couldn't function, because every time I saw her body, every time I went to that crime scene, all I could see was you. And I was suddenly so aware of how easy it could be to lose you."
He wiped at his own tears. Sara squeezed his hand, a silent gesture of support. He met her eyes again, and had the strength to go on.
"And now look where we are. Trapped in the basement of some stalker, at death's door. And if anything happens to you, I won't be able to forgive myself, because the night I assigned us to this case, I came to work knowing that you'd be working with me that night, because I was finally going to tell you how I felt. And now look, you're here with me, in danger, and it's all my fault."
Grissom dropped his eyes to the floor. Tears were flowing down his face in rivers now. He took in a deep breath and shakily let it back out. He stilled when he felt Sara's arms wrap around him.
Slowly he brought his arms around her and pulled her closer. She buried her head in his neck, breathing in his smell. Tears rolled down her face and dripped off her chin onto his neck. Slowly she pulled away.
"I don't blame you for any of this," she said through her tears, "and I never will. Gil Grissom, I love you too. And no matter what, we are going to get through this together. We are going to get out of here together."
Grissom leaned closer to Sara and softly kissed her forehead, then pulled her closer to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Honey, when we get out of her, I'm going to make it all up to you," he whispered.
She smiled, then looked up into his eyes.
"Griss, I have something to tell you too."
His eyebrows creased, but he nodded his head.
"Ok."
Sara took in a deep breath, "That day you interviewed Dr. Lurie, during the Debbie Marlin case? I saw that, and I heard everything you said. I wanted to say something to you, but… I didn't know what you would think."
Grissom planted a kiss in her hair, then smiled.
"It's ok, honey. I probably would have freaked out anyway," he laughed.
They spent the rest of the morning waiting for their captor.
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Warrick sat in the dim interrogation room, filling out papers for the next person he and Brass were to question. He set the pen down and rubbed his eyes.
This was the thirteenth person on their list. They had 15 more to go, and shift was almost over. Lucky him, overtime.
Brass walked into the room and set down a cup of coffee in front of the young man. He smiled as Warrick looked at the coffee and then at him.
"Looked like you could used it," said Brass as he sat down.
Warrick nodded, then picked up the warm cup. He took a long drink of the warm liquid, then set the cup back down.
"Thanks Brass." he said, as picked up the paper in front of him, "Next is Tashi Mark. Next door neighbor and bystander on the scene. Bring her in."
The door opened and a girl no older then 19 walked in. She sat down awkwardly across from Warrick. He smiled at her.
"Thanks for coming," he said. The girl nodded.
"I'm Warrick Brown and this is Detective Brass. We only have a few questions, ok?"
"Yeah, ok," said Tashi.
Before he could get out the first question, Warrick was interrupted by the shrill ringing of a cell phone. He looked over at Brass, who was digging into his pocket for his phone. He pulled it out and looked at the caller id. He stood up.
"Excuse me," he said as he walked out of the room.
Warrick shrugged his shoulder, then went back to questioning Tashi.
Brass, though, took his call outside.
"Brass," he said into the phone.
A sinister laugh met his ear.
"Captain Brass. Told you I'd call. I want to talk about a ransom."
Brass furrowed his brows, "A ransom?"
"You didn't think I was going to do this without get some money out of it too, did you?" said the voice, "I didn't think you were so naïve, Captain."
Brass temper was flaring, but he took a deep breath, knowing that any show of anger could get Grissom and Sara into a lot of trouble.
"What are you asking for?" he asked.
"10 million. A small amount really. See what you can do, I'll be in touch soon to make plans for a drop off."
The line went dead.
"Damn it," said Brass. He put away his phone, then rushed back into the interrogation room.
"Warrick," he said.
Warrick turned around in his chair, "Yeah?"
"We gotta go find Cath. That was the kidnapper."
Warrick turned back to Tashi. He grabbed his stuff as he stood up.
"You're free to go, but we'll be in touch," he said as he rushed out of the room after Brass.