Shift ended and Catherine rushed home to see Lindsay off to school. She had a muffin with Lindsay, explained to her why she was just getting home from work and went to crawl in bed. She picked up her phone and dialled Grissom to see how Sara was and to tell him she would handle Ecklie for him with regards to Sofia. The news was good, Sara was ok, she had one helluva bruise, but she would be okay. Grissom assured her he was grateful for her dealing with Ecklie because his lacking social skills were sure to make the situation worse instead of better. Catherine hung up the phone and curled in to Warrick to go to sleep, her night was going to be busy.
Catherine got up early and went in to see Ecklie about the whole Sofia issue. "Conrad, something has to be done about Sofia. Gil is at his wits end. She attacked Sara at their crime scene lastnight. Is there something we should know?" Catherine asked as she looked at Ecklie.
Ecklie cleared his throat. "Catherine, Sofia has mild Schizophrenia."
Catherine's look got icy. "Does Gil know about this?"
Ecklie looked down at his desk. "Not exactly. She was doing so well. She must be off her medication again."
"What do you mean off her mediation? With a condition like that she could put someone in danger or harm them. She damn near hurt Sara."
"She didn't like her medication a while back and stopped taking it, seems it made her feel sick so she wasn't taking it. Something similar happened."
"What did you recommend then?" Catherine asked.
"Two weeks medical leave, new medication and sessions with a counsellor."
"Did it help?" She asked. He nodded. "I guess she gets that again. I'll brief Gil when he comes in so he can start the paperwork. This condition is going to have to be monitored a bit better to ensure this doesn't happen again. Is this why she had you wrapped around her thumb, because you knew she was sick?" Catherine left before he could give her an answer. She could not believe Ecklie knew about this and didn't at least tell Grissom now that Sofia was on his crew.
Catherine went home and came back in for her shift. When Grissom and Sara showed up for their shift he quickly went to meet with Catherine.
"So Gil," Catherine began. "I talked to Ecklie, seems this is not the first time this has happened with Sofia. She has a mild case of Schizophrenia."
"What? How come I didn't know this?" Grissom was shocked.
"He said he didn't tell you because it was under control."
"She could have killed Sara, that's not under control." Grissom was showing his anger.
"He said last time she did this she stopped taking her medications because they made her sick or something."
"What did he suggest?"
"Two weeks off, new medications, and a counsellor."
"That's it? That's not enough! I'm asking for a full physc evaluation for her to make sure she is fit to do this line of work. I don't want to take any chances."
"Good idea, Gil, especially in light of what happened lastnight, she's unstable. Has she been acting different lately?"
"Yes, actually she had already been warned about her behavior."
"Do you want me to call her and inform her about this?"
"Do you mind?" He tone was nearly begging.
"No. But answer me one question, what is going on with you and Sara, you did go home with her lastnight, right?"
He shot her a 'that is none of your business stare' and she turned to leave. "Thought so." She walked out.
How does she know these things? He asked himself. This new information about Sofia certainly made some things from before make better sense. The jealousy, the erratic behavior it's all much clearer now.
The evidence from the night before barely got processed after the incident. Greg was all by himself, you couldn't expect too much from him alone. They did rule that Jim's death was indeed a suicide. The only prints found on the belt were his. After inspecting the evidence more from Sandy's murder, they found Jim's epithelia's on the tie used to strangle her. They figured that he murdered her in a jealous rage; strangulation is usually a lover's crime. He then couldn't deal with the guilt and killed himself. They gave the news to Mary; she was more at ease knowing the killer was dead. This one didn't get away.
Exhausted from everything that went on, Grissom and Sara went home. They put their stuff by the door, and sat on the couch to unwind before bed. Grissom put his arm around Sara and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"I love you so much." He said looking into her deep brown eyes. He loved to look at her eyes. It vaguely reminded him of the desert. He could stare at her for hours and it not bother him one bit. He leaned in and kissed her passionately.
He loved her like no other in his whole life. His hands were on her hips. He cherished this, they way she responded to him, the way she felt. He felt like she was his first lover and at this point and they experienced the joys of love only with each other. As far as he was concerned there were no others.
He lifted the hem of her shirt up and exposed the delicate lace bra beneath. She was quite buxom, not too much, just enough and he loved her that way. That paired with her flat stomach tended to draw her negative attention from men; until Grissom, he was so sweet, so sincere and special. She loved him from head to toe and then some. He loved her for her mind, not just her body.
She drew up and removed his oversized shirt. He was a well-built man but no one could tell because the clothes he wore were less than flattering. She ran her small hand along the muscles that were begging her to touch them and he growled lightly. She loved to touch and tease him he reacted like not other.
She began to kiss him pressing her still clothed breasts against his rippled chest. Within minutes they were erect and begging to be fondled. He noticed this right away and unsheathed them from their lace prison. His mouth immediately found one and suckled it gently like a child would nurse from its mother. She purred in his ear. He then gave the same attention to the other one and licked a trail down to the band on her jeans and fussed with the zipper to remove it. Beneath lay the matching panties to the bra. He could smell her arousal and it was all for him.
She massaged the rough flesh trying to get out through his baggy pants. She wanted it out and that's all there was to it. When she set her mind to something, she got it done. She didn't struggle with the zipper; she just undid the belt and pulled the baggy pants off without a problem. That was the one benefit to her man wearing such big clothes, easy access. She grinned like a robber counting his steal as she started to knead the flesh in her hands. He was very well endowed, compared to the few men she had been with.
He pressed his palm into her center and she was nearly begging him for more. He knew how she liked it and always made sure to give the lady what she wanted. He gently stroked the hard nub and she began to squirm and buck her hips making sure to get the most amount of friction.
"Ooh Griss you are so good. I love you so much." He looked into her eyes and knew she was telling him the truth.
He crouched over her and kissed her intensely taking her lips between his teeth and massaging them with his tongue. Their tongues danced for what seemed like hours when they knew it was only minutes. Time seemed to pass so slow when they were together. He tilted his hips and entered her and began to thrust. She wrapped her legs around him to increase the intensity of their experience.
"Harder, harder, come on baby harder." She urged him on and he could do nothing but oblige. A few more thrusts and she was screaming his name once again. He thrust a bit more and the warm flow covered her walls. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted. They rolled on their backs on the blanket. For the time being they forgot their surroundings they were in their own euphoria happy in the comfort of each other.