Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story apart from my victim and attackers. I write for pleasure only, i make no money from writing these things.

Chapter One

"You know...this could be classed as sexual harrassment."

Grissom rolled his blue eyes and continued to hug Sara.

"You and i both know that this is nothing more than a little re-inactment..."

"Oh really I can't remember agreeing to you....hugging me."

Grissom shook his head.

It had happened while he was the evidence room, Sara had been in the room while he had been going over some evidence, a thought had suddenly struck him and Sara was the closest thing to the victim, height and weight wise. So, grudgingly Sara had agreed to play a pawn in his experiment, as he had been going over some actions he had snuck his arms around her waist and had pulled her against him. Her shocked expression said it all. And here they were, arguing over sexual harrassment.

"Right, Joan Orland had been pulled by the waist as i already did and crushed like this."

He continued to hug Sara, the hug turning into a bear hug which left Sara breathless.

"Griss....wanna stop...hugging....so hard?"

He let Sara go and looked into her eyes.

"Did i hurt you? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just don't bear hug so hard buddy, you don't know your own strength."

Grissom blushed at the statement.

"Right, as i explained Joan was pulled to Simpson, he bear hugged Joan, lifted her off the ground like so-"

Grissom lifted Sara off the ground and moved her across the evidence lab. Putting her down he then took a hold of her wrists.

"-moved her into the alley, pinned her to the wall-"

He moved closer to Sara so their bodies were touching, his lips so close to hers.

Please kiss me, please kiss me.

"-and...raped her." He said in a breathless whisper.

Sara looked into his blue eyes, she licked her lips and shook her head.

"Doesn't explain why Joan Orland had grass stains on her though. They were in an alleyway, no grass there. All brick."

Stepping back he took his glasses off and rubbed his forehead.

"Well...Joan wasn't near grass, Simpson didn't have grass on him for contamination to occur. Where did the grass stains come from then?"

Sara looked at the floor thinking as to why the victim has grass stains on her. Looking up she studied Grissom's profile. His face held a light tan, his blue eyes shone in the lit room. His dark beard made him look older yes, but hell he was sexy with it. The fact was, she was in love with him and everything about him. Her obvious advances towards him hadn't broke him, he turned down her invitation. What was with that? A simple invitation and he had turned her down straight, which led Sara feeling a little upset. But what was that old saying? If at first you don't succeed try and try again. Well Sara had kept on trying, it hadn't got her anywhere, but this little experiment made her feel like there was still hope for something to happen. His hands felt so warm on her waist, she didn't want him to let go, she was just getting comfortable. But knowing Grissom after this experiment he would closeup again, then it would be back to the solo cases and the avoiding each other. She knew for a fact she couldn't go back to that again, it would break her.

"You know i'm wondering if Joan was dragged, it's seems the obvious answer."

"Sara, sometimes the obvious answers aren't the right answers. The grass stains were on her upper arms, not on her legs therefor ruling out dragging."

Sara's eyebrows knitted together. He was so stubborn at times. Shrugging her shoulders she looked back at Grissom.

"God, can anyone push you to an easy answer once in a while? Thats all we get from you Griss these-"

Holding up his hand he motioned for Sara to stop talking.

"Push...what if he pushed her down, she landed on her arms. Thats how she got the grass stains on her, Simpson then lay on top of her to stop struggling then raped her. This whole scenario we have is wrong."

Sara nodded.

"Seems plausible, but Simpson said he raped her in the alley."

"To cover his tracks, i think we should have another word with him.

Martin Simpson was a rather tall man. His short black hair was tousled as if he hadn't brushed it in a few days, stubble had started to form on his face from lack of shaving. His green eyes stared at Sara as she and Grissom sat down in the interegation room.

He looked her up and down and softly smiled. Rubbing his stubbled chin he turned to Grissom and raised a confused eyebrow at him.

"So what have i done now Guv'? Ain't nothing i ain't gone over with you two."

Grissom looked at Simpson and cleared his throat.

"You said that you raped Joan Orland in an alley way behind the Bucking Bronco."

Simpson nooded.

"I did...what she been sayin?"

"Joan Orland hasn't uttered a word in 4 days Mr Simpson. She's in intensive care. You nearly killed her."

"Was only some rough and tumble, good lookin. Ain't done nothin to the lass for her to be in intensive care"

Sara glared at Simpson and continued.

"You brutally raped her, beat her and left her for dead Mr Simpson, thats not just some rough and tumble."

Simpson shrugged his shoulders and turned to Grissom.

"She consented, i already told you two. I ain't done nothin illegal, i didn't beat her either. We had a bit of the in out in out and i left her in the alley."

Grissom took out several photos of Joan Orlands clothes and laid them over the interogation table. Simpson gave them a quick glance and leaned back in his chair.

"Whats this i'm lookin at? A fashion parade?"

Grissom folded his hands together.

"These are pictures of the clothing Joan Orland was wearing the night you raped her-"

Simpson stood up and thumped the table with one of his cuffed hands.

"I already told you! I didn't rape her, she consented. She was gaggin for it...."

"As you can see with these pictures, her trousers are un touched, but as you look at the top she was wearing, if you look here-"

Grissom pointed at a dark green spot on the sleeve on Joan Orlands jumper.

"-you'll see that there's a green smudge or mark on the sleeve. It's a grass stain Mr Simpson."

Simpson looked at Sara then back at Grissom to gauge an expression, they both had faces of stone. He rubbed his stubbled chin and sighed. Looking at the picture he could clearly see a grass stain.

"What you showin me grass stains for, i ain't an expert on stains but i'm sure some stain devil u'll take that out fine."

Sara looked at Grissom for the go ahead, he nodded.

"The grass stain you see on Joan Orlands sleeve was due to the fact that you pushed her down on grass and brutally raped her, beat her and left her for dead."

Grissom continued.

"What we want to know is where you raped her Mr Simpson.

Simpson looked at his lawyer, he shook his head, Simpson then sighed and sat up.

"Me and a few mates...we seen the young lass walking on the field by herself...you know we only wanted to whistle a bit make her feel attractive. Some of our kids, well got it into their heads that they were gonna have some of this nice looking fluff."

"Kids?"

"Yeh kids, you know....mates."

Grissom raised his eyebrow for him to continue.

"We 'ad been drinkin, and she was walkin towards us ...we grabbed her, she started screamin so my mate Sam...he gave her a thump, just to shut her up."

"Sam?"

"Yeh, Sam Reynolds. He works with me at the cattle ranch. After that things got serious, We were all takin turns with her, someone musta shoved her to the ground. After we took what we wanted we took her to the alley way behind the Bucking Bronco and left her there. We knew somebudy i'd find her."

Brass cut in.

"We need the names of your 'kids'."

Grissom sat in his office watching his tarantula gradually begin to move. Both Sara and him had solved the case. Brass had brought in Martin Simpson's friends, they all admitted to raping Joan Orland. Brass was smiling as he carted them away.

Grissom's mind kept coming back to Sara. Being supervisor wasn't easy, ara wasn't making things any easier with her attraction to him. He might of considered her dinnr invitation if he hadn't had an appointment with his doctor for his ears. She had looked so hurt when he had said no. He knew time was running out for him, she had been with that pratt Hank, although that didn't work out it had hurt him knowing that she had a life that didn't include him in it. Also the fact that she had called him baby at a crime scene. He had almost tore Gregs head off when he heard him chatting away to Nick about it.

But what had he done, he had slept with Lady Heather, while she was part of an on going investigation. That had been a terrible mistake, the rumour had been around the lab for weeks. He regretted that decision he had made, but now all he wanted was Sara and him to be back on friendly terms. He hated walking around the lab as if he'd lost his right leg when she wasn't with him. He wanted things back to the way they were when she first came to the lab.

"This is your last chance Gil." He whispered as he laid his head on his desk.