A/N Supposed to be studying for exams but instead here I am writing fanfic. I know which I prefer doing.
Disclaimer: Wish they were mine but no they're still not.
Love in the Dark- Chapter 6
Grissom knew he was in trouble when he saw Sara's face as he left the interrogation. He realised she had obviously stayed to watch the conversation from behind the mirror.
Before a word left Sara's mouth however, Catherine spoke.
"What was going on in there?" Her words were covered by a mixture of anger and worry.
Turning around to face Catherine's tirade, Grissom winced and attempted to sound calm. "What are you talking about?"
Both women reacted with shock to his dismissal of the past few minutes.
"Gil, that girl had you wrapped around her little finger. I bet even Sara could see it from behind the mirror." Her attentions shifted from Grissom to Sara, looking for reinforcement.
Sara nodded carefully at Catherine while Grissom watched the head movement.
"Look, you have to be careful with girls like that. They use their sexuality to get what they want, when the want and you don't want to be drawn into that." Leaving him with her words of wisdom, Catherine started down the corridor. "Let me know when the lawyer gets here."
Sara and Grissom stood in silence neither knowing what to say. Sara was annoyed at the way he had acted with the suspect but also felt she didn't have any claim on him yet. They weren't a couple so she wasn't sure she had a right to be jealous. But she was.
Grissom snapped her out of her thoughts. "Sara, I don't know...I wasn't. She just intrigues me." He spluttered out.
She stared blankly back at him a moment and then chose her words carefully. "It's fine Griss. You don't have to explain to me, it's not as if we're dating or anything. But as a co-worker, I have to agree with Catherine. Don't let this girl get to you."
"Don't worry, that's not going to happen. There's only one girl that's ever got to me and look how long it took me to do something about that." His attempt to alleviate the tension seemed to work as Sara smiled bashfully at his words. "And right now I want to take her to breakfast."
"You'll have to wait a bit, I have things to do and you have a suspect to question."
She walked away and wondered how she had had the will power to not run out of the building with him. But breakfast would happen for the two of them, just not until the end of shift.
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Grissom had been at his usual place, sat behind the desk in his office, waiting for news of a lawyer arriving so that they could fully question Alyssa Pembrose. He couldn't help but wonder why such an attractive young girl would commit murder. It was always the cases like this that made him think about the motives of a killer. A seemingly normal girl kills three young men and he couldn't fathom why. And then when she is so careful about not leaving any evidence, she keeps the implement in which she murdered them in plain view in her dorm room. It all confused him.
His musings were cut short when Brass arrived at his door. Assuming he was there to restart the interview now the lawyer had arrived, he got up out of his chair and walked straight towards Brass. But Brass stayed where he was in the doorway. "Are we going, Jim?"
"No. I came to tell you that there's been a development. We've now got witnesses who claim to have been with Alyssa at the time of the murders. They check out so she can't have been in the closets when these kids died."
Grissom stood in disbelief, he was sure he had seen something sinister in Alyssa when he had been lost in her eyes. "What about the lipstick, it was found in her room."
"Claims she lost it for a few days, and when she did find it, it was in the communal bathroom. Where anyone could have had access to it."
Grissom looked blankly at Brass, he didn't know what to do now that their only suspect was innocent. He usually only let the evidence tell him who had committed a crime but this time he had been working on a hunch. And the basis of the hunch had been the look in her strangely alluring eyes.
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An hour later and Grissom and Sara were preparing for their breakfast. Despite the way the interrogation had gone, they were both still looking forward to their time together.
They strolled into the diner as if it were any other day and they were co- workers enjoying a friendly meal together. Although they had eaten there a thousand times before, it felt more exciting to them this time.
Spotting a table that was nicely secluded in the corner, Sara swung into the booth as Grissom sat opposite. The silence that accompanied their movement hung heavy in the air.
"Griss, are you ok?" Sara asked worried about his tired demeanour.
He looked up from his hands which lay entwined on the table before him. "It's just that I was so sure that Alyssa was the one who did this."
"That sounds to me like a conclusion based on assumption and not on scientific evidence." Her lips parted in a smile that allowed the gap in her teeth to be on full view. And as much as he was concerned about the case he couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Don't worry, we'll find out who's doing this." Her reassurance did help to ease his mind but he still worried that someone else would be killed before they caught the murderer. She recognised the anxiety still evident in his eyes and attempted to lighten his mood.
"What can I do to help you relax?" Her words were accompanied with a subtle eyebrow raise.
He mirrored the action as he responded. "Now that would be telling."
Sara was pleased that she had managed to persuade flirty Gil to come out to play once more. "Well, I'd love to hear it."
Just as the conversation was getting interesting, the waitress decided to come and take their orders. They chose quickly and waited for the waitress to hurry away before they spoke again.
"How about a hand massage?" Sara offered.
"A hand massage?"
"Yeah. A friend of mine back home showed me how to give the best hand massages. They are soooo relaxing, bound to make you smile for the rest of the day."
He mused over her offer. "I only have to look at you and you make me smile all day Sara. I can only imagine what having you stroking my hands is going to do."
"Why don't we find out then?"
Before he could protest, she had reached for, and grabbed his hand. His strong, masculine hand now lay in her slender one across the table and Sara loved the intensity the single act had produced. It was as if their hands were made for one another the way they moulded together. The prolonged connection was almost burning her skin with the intensity but she didn't care. She was holding Grissom's hand and it felt good.
Before she lost herself entirely to her thoughts she looked up and found Grissom doing much the same as her. He was staring at their hands with a concentration he usually only reserved for when producing an insect timeline. She was pleased she seemed to have as much of an effect on him as he had on her.
She gently turned his hand over so that the palm was facing down and then proceeded to sprinkle light touches with the tips of her fingers from his wrist to his knuckles. Moving on to the fingers, she stroked each one slowly and tenderly.
"I could definitely get used to this." He mumbled, surprised he had said anything so coherently.
Sara laughed gently at the shortness of breath in his words. Realising the massage was working, she continued to work her magic hands by turning his hand once more. She kneaded the skin of his palm with both her hands as Grissom watched her fixedly, memorising every movement. He closed his eyes as she started to follow the veins in his wrist with her index finger and before he knew it, she had brought his hand up to her lips and was placing a soft kiss on each fingertip. Just before she reached his thumb however she let his had drop with a thud to the table. Grissom opened his eyes to see Sara looking toward the door. He followed her eyes to the figures standing there and noticed Catherine and Brass. They hadn't been seen yet and Grissom was thankful they had chosen the secluded booth. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the case file regarding the closet killings that was next to him and set it on the table. He spread some of the papers around in hope it would look like they were working.
Sara picked up a photo from the table and appeared to analyse it before peering at the door again. Catherine had seen them now and began walking over with Brass in tow. Her stroll towards the table gave Sara and Grissom time to go over their story.
"I don't think we should let them know about us yet Sara."
"I totally agree, lets just see what happens before we let them know."
"Ok, so we'll keep I'll private lives separate from our working lives. Though I don't know how I'll be able to work with you knowing what you can do with your hands."
"Well, I'll try, but I can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands off you. Though there are always closets." She licked her lips in memory of their closet experiences.
"Now that is an offer I can't refuse. We would have to be discreet though."
"I can be discreet." Those were the last private words they shared as Catherine and Brass reached their table.
Catherine immediately noticed the case work spread out across the table. "By the look on your faces I'd say you have found something good on the case."
Grissom was caught out, his happy manner had given him away. He was thankful when Sara spoke for him. "It's probably nothing, just thought that maybe the friends at the third house might know more than they're letting on." She caught Grissom's eyes as she spoke and showed a 'see, I told you I could be discreet' look at him.
"You having some breakfast?" Brass questioned as he realised there was no food on the table. "Because we just ordered."
Grissom replied now that he had composed himself. "Yeah, we've got food on the way. Do you want to join... us?" He faltered his last word when he felt the movement of Sara's foot against his leg.
She smiled widely before adding, "Yeah, join us. It will be fun."
Both Grissom and Sara scooted along the benches to allow their colleagues to sit down. Sara thought about how she was going to show how she could be discreet while Grissom worried about what may be fun for her was going to be torture for him.
Across the diner, a customer sat watching the C.S.I's with interest. She watched as their food arrived and they started to eat. She watched as Grissom flinched every time the woman opposite him touched his leg, though she noticed the others didn't realise. And she watched as they looked through the case file they were stumped by and she grinned as she imagined the looks on their faces when they found out she had alibis for the murders. Alyssa was pleased she had got away with murder and she looked at Grissom's face knowing she wasn't done yet.
TBC
Disclaimer: Wish they were mine but no they're still not.
Love in the Dark- Chapter 6
Grissom knew he was in trouble when he saw Sara's face as he left the interrogation. He realised she had obviously stayed to watch the conversation from behind the mirror.
Before a word left Sara's mouth however, Catherine spoke.
"What was going on in there?" Her words were covered by a mixture of anger and worry.
Turning around to face Catherine's tirade, Grissom winced and attempted to sound calm. "What are you talking about?"
Both women reacted with shock to his dismissal of the past few minutes.
"Gil, that girl had you wrapped around her little finger. I bet even Sara could see it from behind the mirror." Her attentions shifted from Grissom to Sara, looking for reinforcement.
Sara nodded carefully at Catherine while Grissom watched the head movement.
"Look, you have to be careful with girls like that. They use their sexuality to get what they want, when the want and you don't want to be drawn into that." Leaving him with her words of wisdom, Catherine started down the corridor. "Let me know when the lawyer gets here."
Sara and Grissom stood in silence neither knowing what to say. Sara was annoyed at the way he had acted with the suspect but also felt she didn't have any claim on him yet. They weren't a couple so she wasn't sure she had a right to be jealous. But she was.
Grissom snapped her out of her thoughts. "Sara, I don't know...I wasn't. She just intrigues me." He spluttered out.
She stared blankly back at him a moment and then chose her words carefully. "It's fine Griss. You don't have to explain to me, it's not as if we're dating or anything. But as a co-worker, I have to agree with Catherine. Don't let this girl get to you."
"Don't worry, that's not going to happen. There's only one girl that's ever got to me and look how long it took me to do something about that." His attempt to alleviate the tension seemed to work as Sara smiled bashfully at his words. "And right now I want to take her to breakfast."
"You'll have to wait a bit, I have things to do and you have a suspect to question."
She walked away and wondered how she had had the will power to not run out of the building with him. But breakfast would happen for the two of them, just not until the end of shift.
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Grissom had been at his usual place, sat behind the desk in his office, waiting for news of a lawyer arriving so that they could fully question Alyssa Pembrose. He couldn't help but wonder why such an attractive young girl would commit murder. It was always the cases like this that made him think about the motives of a killer. A seemingly normal girl kills three young men and he couldn't fathom why. And then when she is so careful about not leaving any evidence, she keeps the implement in which she murdered them in plain view in her dorm room. It all confused him.
His musings were cut short when Brass arrived at his door. Assuming he was there to restart the interview now the lawyer had arrived, he got up out of his chair and walked straight towards Brass. But Brass stayed where he was in the doorway. "Are we going, Jim?"
"No. I came to tell you that there's been a development. We've now got witnesses who claim to have been with Alyssa at the time of the murders. They check out so she can't have been in the closets when these kids died."
Grissom stood in disbelief, he was sure he had seen something sinister in Alyssa when he had been lost in her eyes. "What about the lipstick, it was found in her room."
"Claims she lost it for a few days, and when she did find it, it was in the communal bathroom. Where anyone could have had access to it."
Grissom looked blankly at Brass, he didn't know what to do now that their only suspect was innocent. He usually only let the evidence tell him who had committed a crime but this time he had been working on a hunch. And the basis of the hunch had been the look in her strangely alluring eyes.
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An hour later and Grissom and Sara were preparing for their breakfast. Despite the way the interrogation had gone, they were both still looking forward to their time together.
They strolled into the diner as if it were any other day and they were co- workers enjoying a friendly meal together. Although they had eaten there a thousand times before, it felt more exciting to them this time.
Spotting a table that was nicely secluded in the corner, Sara swung into the booth as Grissom sat opposite. The silence that accompanied their movement hung heavy in the air.
"Griss, are you ok?" Sara asked worried about his tired demeanour.
He looked up from his hands which lay entwined on the table before him. "It's just that I was so sure that Alyssa was the one who did this."
"That sounds to me like a conclusion based on assumption and not on scientific evidence." Her lips parted in a smile that allowed the gap in her teeth to be on full view. And as much as he was concerned about the case he couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Don't worry, we'll find out who's doing this." Her reassurance did help to ease his mind but he still worried that someone else would be killed before they caught the murderer. She recognised the anxiety still evident in his eyes and attempted to lighten his mood.
"What can I do to help you relax?" Her words were accompanied with a subtle eyebrow raise.
He mirrored the action as he responded. "Now that would be telling."
Sara was pleased that she had managed to persuade flirty Gil to come out to play once more. "Well, I'd love to hear it."
Just as the conversation was getting interesting, the waitress decided to come and take their orders. They chose quickly and waited for the waitress to hurry away before they spoke again.
"How about a hand massage?" Sara offered.
"A hand massage?"
"Yeah. A friend of mine back home showed me how to give the best hand massages. They are soooo relaxing, bound to make you smile for the rest of the day."
He mused over her offer. "I only have to look at you and you make me smile all day Sara. I can only imagine what having you stroking my hands is going to do."
"Why don't we find out then?"
Before he could protest, she had reached for, and grabbed his hand. His strong, masculine hand now lay in her slender one across the table and Sara loved the intensity the single act had produced. It was as if their hands were made for one another the way they moulded together. The prolonged connection was almost burning her skin with the intensity but she didn't care. She was holding Grissom's hand and it felt good.
Before she lost herself entirely to her thoughts she looked up and found Grissom doing much the same as her. He was staring at their hands with a concentration he usually only reserved for when producing an insect timeline. She was pleased she seemed to have as much of an effect on him as he had on her.
She gently turned his hand over so that the palm was facing down and then proceeded to sprinkle light touches with the tips of her fingers from his wrist to his knuckles. Moving on to the fingers, she stroked each one slowly and tenderly.
"I could definitely get used to this." He mumbled, surprised he had said anything so coherently.
Sara laughed gently at the shortness of breath in his words. Realising the massage was working, she continued to work her magic hands by turning his hand once more. She kneaded the skin of his palm with both her hands as Grissom watched her fixedly, memorising every movement. He closed his eyes as she started to follow the veins in his wrist with her index finger and before he knew it, she had brought his hand up to her lips and was placing a soft kiss on each fingertip. Just before she reached his thumb however she let his had drop with a thud to the table. Grissom opened his eyes to see Sara looking toward the door. He followed her eyes to the figures standing there and noticed Catherine and Brass. They hadn't been seen yet and Grissom was thankful they had chosen the secluded booth. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the case file regarding the closet killings that was next to him and set it on the table. He spread some of the papers around in hope it would look like they were working.
Sara picked up a photo from the table and appeared to analyse it before peering at the door again. Catherine had seen them now and began walking over with Brass in tow. Her stroll towards the table gave Sara and Grissom time to go over their story.
"I don't think we should let them know about us yet Sara."
"I totally agree, lets just see what happens before we let them know."
"Ok, so we'll keep I'll private lives separate from our working lives. Though I don't know how I'll be able to work with you knowing what you can do with your hands."
"Well, I'll try, but I can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands off you. Though there are always closets." She licked her lips in memory of their closet experiences.
"Now that is an offer I can't refuse. We would have to be discreet though."
"I can be discreet." Those were the last private words they shared as Catherine and Brass reached their table.
Catherine immediately noticed the case work spread out across the table. "By the look on your faces I'd say you have found something good on the case."
Grissom was caught out, his happy manner had given him away. He was thankful when Sara spoke for him. "It's probably nothing, just thought that maybe the friends at the third house might know more than they're letting on." She caught Grissom's eyes as she spoke and showed a 'see, I told you I could be discreet' look at him.
"You having some breakfast?" Brass questioned as he realised there was no food on the table. "Because we just ordered."
Grissom replied now that he had composed himself. "Yeah, we've got food on the way. Do you want to join... us?" He faltered his last word when he felt the movement of Sara's foot against his leg.
She smiled widely before adding, "Yeah, join us. It will be fun."
Both Grissom and Sara scooted along the benches to allow their colleagues to sit down. Sara thought about how she was going to show how she could be discreet while Grissom worried about what may be fun for her was going to be torture for him.
Across the diner, a customer sat watching the C.S.I's with interest. She watched as their food arrived and they started to eat. She watched as Grissom flinched every time the woman opposite him touched his leg, though she noticed the others didn't realise. And she watched as they looked through the case file they were stumped by and she grinned as she imagined the looks on their faces when they found out she had alibis for the murders. Alyssa was pleased she had got away with murder and she looked at Grissom's face knowing she wasn't done yet.
TBC