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Love in the Dark- Chapter 7
Grissom walked through the halls of C.S.I with a new spring in his step. Memories of the breakfast hours before still flooded his mind and the realisation he had something good going with Sara was keeping him upbeat. Despite the nagging feeling he had about the ongoing case, he felt good about things and he couldn't wait to see Sara again.
It had been less than a day since he saw her but he had decided about four hours ago that that was too long. He wondered if she was feeling the same.
He apparently received his answer when without warning a long arm reached out and dragged him backwards into a nearby closet.
The initial shock of the movement was stunted as he felt himself being pushed back against the wall. It was this fervour that confirmed for him that Sara had been missing him as well. He inwardly laughed as he realised it hadn't taken her long to get him in another closet.
She forcefully pushed her lips against his while running her hands down his chest. When he tried to move his hands around her waist she stopped him. She held them up against the wall effectively pinning him down. He allowed her to take control and ceased his struggles. She kissed along his jaw and down his neck and every touch sent shivers through his body. Her Kiss was so ardent that he was sure his glasses would be steamed up.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was to finally be able to kiss her freely. But as his thoughts drifted back to what they were doing, he realised where they were and that they had to start work. He breathed out his concerns.
"I think we, er, should get to work."
He felt her release her grip on his hands and her lips left his.
He grabbed the door handle and voiced their plan on being discreet. "I'll go out first and then in about three minutes you come out." He moved nearer the door but before he left he spoke again. "This was fun, we should do it again sometime."
She muttered a response as he exited the closet, "It's been a lot of fun for me too, more than you'll ever know."
Grissom stepped outside of the closet, looking both ways down the corridor to ensure no-one was around. Feeling exhilarated because of the risk he had just taken, he chuckled to himself and made his way to his office. But he didn't reach there because Greg leant out of the lab and called to him.
"Grissom, I've got something you might want to see."
Grissom walked toward the lab, not realising his eyes were rolling. That always seemed to be his automatic response to Greg. "What is it Greg?"
"Well, I got here early to process the lipstick. I couldn't sleep, I have really noisy neighbours who don't seem to appreciate I sleep during the day." He recognised the contempt on Grissom's face. "Anyway, I ran tests on the lipstick and have discovered that the poison used was a slow acting one. It can take up to 20 minutes for the symptoms to materialise and a further 10 minutes for fatality to occur." Greg was pleased with himself as he saw Grissom's thoughtful expression.
"The killer wouldn't have had to have been in the closet when the victims died. Which means Alyssa is still a viable suspect, those alibis mean nothing. This is good news, thanks Greg."
Appreciation from Grissom was enough to make Greg break out in a huge grin. Sara approached the two men and immediately saw Greg's expression. "What are you so happy about? Both of you, in fact."
Grissom hadn't realised that he also had an inane grin that had appeared as soon as Sara had walked in. The memory of the closet was too much for him not to smile. He admired her breezy attitude as she came in, no one would suspect a thing with her acting skills. "Greg just processed the lipstick and it looks as though we have a suspect again."
"We do? Who?" Sara glanced at Greg and nodded impressed with him.
"Alyssa Pembrose." Grissom responded.
From the doorway, there was another voice. "The same girl as before?"
Sara, Grissom and Greg looked up to see Catherine accompanied by Warrick and Nick.
"Are you sure about this Gil? You sure you're not just fixating on her?" Catherine's words shocked everyone. Nick, Warrick and Greg couldn't believe she had called Grissom's thoughts into question and Sara was worried that Catherine was right. He had been very preoccupied with this case.
He attempted to shift the attention on to someone else, he was never comfortable being in the limelight. "Tell me more about this poison Greg."
Greg received a glare that told him if he didn't help Grissom out then he would be in trouble.
"Right, as I was saying before, it is a slow acting poison that is tasteless and odourless. And it can take up to half an hour for death to occur." He was addressing the whole room as he spoke. "But before it kills you it can be nasty. There's dizziness, shortness of breath, stomach cramps and itchiness all over. Nice if you want someone to die in pain and irritated and not knowing why. I'm surprised more people don't use it" The last comment attracted frowns due to him showing a little too much admiration.
"Thanks Greg, now everyone else let's get to work." Supervisor Grissom had returned to show them he was in charge. His words were specifically directed at Catherine for questioning him.
His colleagues took the hint and began vacating the lab and walking towards the break room. Sara stayed behind as the others left when she noticed Grissom rub his head in what looked like frustration. She talked to him as Greg busied himself.
"Griss, I know this isn't about that girl. It's about stopping whoever is doing this before they do it again." She would have said more to him had Greg not been in the room pretending to work.
Grissom wanted to reply but was suddenly struck by a crippling migraine. He tore his glasses from his face and pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ease the tension. But to no avail as it seemed to get worse and worse. He stumbled slightly towards the counter in front of him and only stopped when Sara put a hand out to grab his shoulder.
"Are you ok?" She was extremely concerned as Grissom fell onto her.
Sara guided him to a chair and Greg helped him to sit. "I'm fine, just a headache. It will go away as soon as I get one of my pills."
"I'll get them." Sara offered immediately but the look on Grissom's face showed he would rather she stay with him. Greg seemed to realise this too and offered to get them instead.
"Where are they?"
"Er... my desk. Second drawer I think."
He quickly left the room.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright and I don't need to call a doctor? You did almost faint just then." Sara asked.
He responded to the concern and love in her eyes. He had never seen it before this closely as she knelt down in front of the chair with her hands resting on his knees. "I'm sure I'll be fine. Maybe it's just a reaction to the heat in the closet."
He expected Sara to laugh at his sly comment but she just looked at him still worried. He thought the humour would show her he was alright but she looked a little confused at his words.
"I know it was good in the closet but not so good that it would strike you down a day later." She admitted teasingly.
Now it was Grissom's turn to be confused. "I'm not talking about last night at the party, I'm talking about tonig..." He stopped as the itch on his arm became so irritating he just had to scratch it, and quite vigorously. Sara noticed the scratching and the realisation of what he was saying dawned on her.
"When did we supposedly go into the closet?" She got no reply as Grissom couldn't seem to be able to concentrate, so she snapped her fingers in his face. "Grissom, when did you go in the closet?"
He struggled with his thoughts. "I... I mean we were in there about ten minutes ago. Don't you remember?"
The panic registered on Sara's face. "Oh my God. That wasn't me in there. You were in there with the murderer and she's poisoned you."
He understood her words but didn't understand their implication. He knew he had been in the closet with Sara, kissing her and loving her but then he remembered she had not allowed him use his hands at all. He had been stopped from doing so because that would have meant he would have discovered it wasn't Sara.
With every ounce of strength he had, he stumbled out of the door to the corridor. He looked towards the closet he had been in not fifteen minutes before and was shocked to see it open. The long, tanned legs of a young blonde girl waltzed out.
He attempted to call out to her to stop but the words wouldn't come. He clutched the wall beside him as Alyssa smiled down the hall at him. She was only twenty metres away but Grissom couldn't get to her. He fell to the floor as he was gripped by stomach cramps.
The last image he saw was Alyssa applying bright pink lipstick and then pointedly putting the lid back on the top. She blew a kiss in Grissom's direction and then walked away.
He reached forward in a futile attempt to stop her again but his hand soon dropped to the floor with a thud.
Sara came rushing out of the lab to see Grissom lying face down on the floor. She knelt down beside him to hear shallow breaths coming from his weak form. She could feel the tears beginning to gather behind her eyes. But before she let her emotions take over she needed to get him help.
"Catherine, I need you ...now!" She yelled as loudly as she could. Within seconds, Catherine was there, immediately taking a place next to Grissom on the floor. She looked at Sara with so many unanswered questions in her eyes.
"He's been poisoned, we don't have much time." Sara's tears were suddenly unleashed as Catherine checked Grissom's body.
Sara's screaming had brought the entire department out. Nick and Warrick kept the others away while feeling just as stunned as everyone else. Nobody knowing if their supervisor and friend was going to be alright.
TBC
Disclaimer: If only I owned C.S.I, then I could get paid for writing this stuff.
Love in the Dark- Chapter 7
Grissom walked through the halls of C.S.I with a new spring in his step. Memories of the breakfast hours before still flooded his mind and the realisation he had something good going with Sara was keeping him upbeat. Despite the nagging feeling he had about the ongoing case, he felt good about things and he couldn't wait to see Sara again.
It had been less than a day since he saw her but he had decided about four hours ago that that was too long. He wondered if she was feeling the same.
He apparently received his answer when without warning a long arm reached out and dragged him backwards into a nearby closet.
The initial shock of the movement was stunted as he felt himself being pushed back against the wall. It was this fervour that confirmed for him that Sara had been missing him as well. He inwardly laughed as he realised it hadn't taken her long to get him in another closet.
She forcefully pushed her lips against his while running her hands down his chest. When he tried to move his hands around her waist she stopped him. She held them up against the wall effectively pinning him down. He allowed her to take control and ceased his struggles. She kissed along his jaw and down his neck and every touch sent shivers through his body. Her Kiss was so ardent that he was sure his glasses would be steamed up.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was to finally be able to kiss her freely. But as his thoughts drifted back to what they were doing, he realised where they were and that they had to start work. He breathed out his concerns.
"I think we, er, should get to work."
He felt her release her grip on his hands and her lips left his.
He grabbed the door handle and voiced their plan on being discreet. "I'll go out first and then in about three minutes you come out." He moved nearer the door but before he left he spoke again. "This was fun, we should do it again sometime."
She muttered a response as he exited the closet, "It's been a lot of fun for me too, more than you'll ever know."
Grissom stepped outside of the closet, looking both ways down the corridor to ensure no-one was around. Feeling exhilarated because of the risk he had just taken, he chuckled to himself and made his way to his office. But he didn't reach there because Greg leant out of the lab and called to him.
"Grissom, I've got something you might want to see."
Grissom walked toward the lab, not realising his eyes were rolling. That always seemed to be his automatic response to Greg. "What is it Greg?"
"Well, I got here early to process the lipstick. I couldn't sleep, I have really noisy neighbours who don't seem to appreciate I sleep during the day." He recognised the contempt on Grissom's face. "Anyway, I ran tests on the lipstick and have discovered that the poison used was a slow acting one. It can take up to 20 minutes for the symptoms to materialise and a further 10 minutes for fatality to occur." Greg was pleased with himself as he saw Grissom's thoughtful expression.
"The killer wouldn't have had to have been in the closet when the victims died. Which means Alyssa is still a viable suspect, those alibis mean nothing. This is good news, thanks Greg."
Appreciation from Grissom was enough to make Greg break out in a huge grin. Sara approached the two men and immediately saw Greg's expression. "What are you so happy about? Both of you, in fact."
Grissom hadn't realised that he also had an inane grin that had appeared as soon as Sara had walked in. The memory of the closet was too much for him not to smile. He admired her breezy attitude as she came in, no one would suspect a thing with her acting skills. "Greg just processed the lipstick and it looks as though we have a suspect again."
"We do? Who?" Sara glanced at Greg and nodded impressed with him.
"Alyssa Pembrose." Grissom responded.
From the doorway, there was another voice. "The same girl as before?"
Sara, Grissom and Greg looked up to see Catherine accompanied by Warrick and Nick.
"Are you sure about this Gil? You sure you're not just fixating on her?" Catherine's words shocked everyone. Nick, Warrick and Greg couldn't believe she had called Grissom's thoughts into question and Sara was worried that Catherine was right. He had been very preoccupied with this case.
He attempted to shift the attention on to someone else, he was never comfortable being in the limelight. "Tell me more about this poison Greg."
Greg received a glare that told him if he didn't help Grissom out then he would be in trouble.
"Right, as I was saying before, it is a slow acting poison that is tasteless and odourless. And it can take up to half an hour for death to occur." He was addressing the whole room as he spoke. "But before it kills you it can be nasty. There's dizziness, shortness of breath, stomach cramps and itchiness all over. Nice if you want someone to die in pain and irritated and not knowing why. I'm surprised more people don't use it" The last comment attracted frowns due to him showing a little too much admiration.
"Thanks Greg, now everyone else let's get to work." Supervisor Grissom had returned to show them he was in charge. His words were specifically directed at Catherine for questioning him.
His colleagues took the hint and began vacating the lab and walking towards the break room. Sara stayed behind as the others left when she noticed Grissom rub his head in what looked like frustration. She talked to him as Greg busied himself.
"Griss, I know this isn't about that girl. It's about stopping whoever is doing this before they do it again." She would have said more to him had Greg not been in the room pretending to work.
Grissom wanted to reply but was suddenly struck by a crippling migraine. He tore his glasses from his face and pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ease the tension. But to no avail as it seemed to get worse and worse. He stumbled slightly towards the counter in front of him and only stopped when Sara put a hand out to grab his shoulder.
"Are you ok?" She was extremely concerned as Grissom fell onto her.
Sara guided him to a chair and Greg helped him to sit. "I'm fine, just a headache. It will go away as soon as I get one of my pills."
"I'll get them." Sara offered immediately but the look on Grissom's face showed he would rather she stay with him. Greg seemed to realise this too and offered to get them instead.
"Where are they?"
"Er... my desk. Second drawer I think."
He quickly left the room.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright and I don't need to call a doctor? You did almost faint just then." Sara asked.
He responded to the concern and love in her eyes. He had never seen it before this closely as she knelt down in front of the chair with her hands resting on his knees. "I'm sure I'll be fine. Maybe it's just a reaction to the heat in the closet."
He expected Sara to laugh at his sly comment but she just looked at him still worried. He thought the humour would show her he was alright but she looked a little confused at his words.
"I know it was good in the closet but not so good that it would strike you down a day later." She admitted teasingly.
Now it was Grissom's turn to be confused. "I'm not talking about last night at the party, I'm talking about tonig..." He stopped as the itch on his arm became so irritating he just had to scratch it, and quite vigorously. Sara noticed the scratching and the realisation of what he was saying dawned on her.
"When did we supposedly go into the closet?" She got no reply as Grissom couldn't seem to be able to concentrate, so she snapped her fingers in his face. "Grissom, when did you go in the closet?"
He struggled with his thoughts. "I... I mean we were in there about ten minutes ago. Don't you remember?"
The panic registered on Sara's face. "Oh my God. That wasn't me in there. You were in there with the murderer and she's poisoned you."
He understood her words but didn't understand their implication. He knew he had been in the closet with Sara, kissing her and loving her but then he remembered she had not allowed him use his hands at all. He had been stopped from doing so because that would have meant he would have discovered it wasn't Sara.
With every ounce of strength he had, he stumbled out of the door to the corridor. He looked towards the closet he had been in not fifteen minutes before and was shocked to see it open. The long, tanned legs of a young blonde girl waltzed out.
He attempted to call out to her to stop but the words wouldn't come. He clutched the wall beside him as Alyssa smiled down the hall at him. She was only twenty metres away but Grissom couldn't get to her. He fell to the floor as he was gripped by stomach cramps.
The last image he saw was Alyssa applying bright pink lipstick and then pointedly putting the lid back on the top. She blew a kiss in Grissom's direction and then walked away.
He reached forward in a futile attempt to stop her again but his hand soon dropped to the floor with a thud.
Sara came rushing out of the lab to see Grissom lying face down on the floor. She knelt down beside him to hear shallow breaths coming from his weak form. She could feel the tears beginning to gather behind her eyes. But before she let her emotions take over she needed to get him help.
"Catherine, I need you ...now!" She yelled as loudly as she could. Within seconds, Catherine was there, immediately taking a place next to Grissom on the floor. She looked at Sara with so many unanswered questions in her eyes.
"He's been poisoned, we don't have much time." Sara's tears were suddenly unleashed as Catherine checked Grissom's body.
Sara's screaming had brought the entire department out. Nick and Warrick kept the others away while feeling just as stunned as everyone else. Nobody knowing if their supervisor and friend was going to be alright.
TBC