Title: Swing Away

Author: CadaverBlue

Rating: PG-13

Summary: A nice, short response to this weeks Unbound Improv Challenge. GSR...duh. Grissom, Sara and Nick are called to a house with an unusual addition.

A/N: I'm thinking about actually extending this into a chapter story. So if you would like to read more just holla in a review!

WARNING to CowgirlCJ, this might cause a Pepsi explosion! wink

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"Well that's something you don't see everyday," Grissom noted.

"Well I don't know Griss, this is Vegas." Sara said, smiling.

"Whoa," Nick said walking into the living room where Sara and Grissom stood staring at the female victim.

"Nice huh?" Sara asked, bending down to set her kit on the carpet.

"A sex swing! In the living room!" Nick exclaimed.

"What is really disturbing is that its right near the kitchen," Grissom said pointing to the dark kitchen less than 20 feet away.

Sara grimaced. Nick laughed.

"You know, I heard those were good...for the...uh...experience." Nick said, glancing at Sara who exploded with laughter.

"Experience?" Grissom asked, obviously puzzled, which made Sara laugh even harder.

"Yah, you know Grissom, sexual experience."

Grissom rolled his eyes toward Sara who was wiping tears from her cheeks. He glared at her and looked down to hide his reddened cheeks. Promptly changing the subject, Grissom informed Nick and Sara about the victim.

"Victim is Marjorie Fink, she was found by her neighbor who didn't hear any activity from her house in a few days. Boyfriend is MIA at the moment, Brass is looking for him."

"NO activity is what prompted the neighbor's suspicions?" Sara asked, bewildered.

"Makes you wonder what kind of fun was going on in this house," Nick said, eying the swing.

"Nick, go check the rest of the house," Grissom said, obviously annoyed.

Nick laughed and walked away.

"Did David pronounce?" Sara asked

"Yah."

Sara stood standing with crossed arms, staring at the victim; studying the scene. The victim was dressed in black lingerie and her hands were bound above her head. Her bound hands were attached to the bungee lines, which supported the swing securely to the ceiling. Her legs were dangled below her, resting on the floor. Grissom walked up behind Sara and looked at the swing.

"Ever try one of those?" he asked.

Sara giggled.

"Once," she whispered, almost sultry-like.

Grissom smiled at her confession.

"Nick is right, its great for the...experience." She said.

"Cite your source," he whispered.

Sara whipped around to become face to face with Grissom. Her heart raced and her mouth was dry. Nothing but a quiet whisper came out.

"Roger Sharp, College, junior year. He was into those things."

Grissom exhaled and Sara raised her eyebrows at his reaction. Grissom stood wide-eyed, his mouth also suddenly dry. Sara smiled and turned back around to the scene.

"So what do you think?" Grissom asked.

"There are no strangulation marks, no bruises, no blueness on the lips, no signs of any abuse or suffocation."

"Death by swing?" Grissom noted.

"In that case, I don't want one!" Sara said, snapping on latex gloves from her kit and walking over to the victim.

"You were actually thinking about getting one?!" Grissom snapped, eyes wide and mouth open in awe.

"Well, it has been a while."

Sara looked at Grissom.

"Close your mouth Grissom."

Grissom swiftly obeyed.

Sara stood on her toes to view the rope used to tie the victim's hands together. She smiled at what she found.

"There is a hair in this knot, I think we lucked out this time."

She knew what they had to do. She turned to Grissom and flashed an award winning Sidle smile.

"We have to bring the swing in, don't we?" He said.

"Greg is going to love this!" Sara exclaimed with excitement.

"Only in Vegas," he said.