A/N – Well, I've got my inspiration back, thank god. I joined this CSI rp, and it got the creative juices flowing. It's wicked fun, and the person who plays Greg … awesome. Anyways … I got both Grissom Madison interaction, as well as Greg Madison interaction in this chap … and have no intention on resting on writing just yet. I should have another chapter up for you tomorrow, Sunday at the latest.

I don't own Greg, but if anyone is selling one … I'll put an offer up.

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Chapter 8

Madison sat in her apartment, knees cradled up to her chest as she watched the Exorcist for the second time that night. Sara had told her that it was the basis for the recent murders. Young girls, sick and bed ridden, killed by having their heads snapped around the opposite way. At first, she had just been watching for any kind of lead in which she could tell one of the CSI's, maybe impress them. But now, she was so engrossed in the movie, she didn't hear the phone ringing over the little possessed girl. Though, she decided she needed to grab a drink, so she paused the movie, that's when she heard the voice float into her apartment, "Madison."

She shrieked and jumped off the couch, her eyes darting around the room. That's when she realized; the voice had come through her answering machine. Madison held a hand to her chest and breathed in, "Well, that was the stupidest reason ever to scream."

She slid back onto the couch, and crowded around her machine, listening in on the message,

"Madison. I know you're there. How many times do I have to call before you'll talk to me? I'm your mother Madison. I shouldn't have to be ignored like this!"

Madison snorted in disbelief; "She thinks I'm going to answer her now? Mother indeed," she leaned over the machine, yelling, "You didn't even name me yourself! You didn't want me! It was Nanny Beth who was my mother! More than you ever were!"

She fell back against the cushions, and sighed, "I miss Nanny Beth," she looked over to the portrait across the wall, "I wish you were still around. You'd keep her under control."

"Now Madison … darling. I know I've been a bit of a pest lately, leaving all these messages. It's only because I miss my darling daughter."

This caused her head to turn. She was used to the vulgar outcries of her mother, and the tirades. But calling her darling? Her mother was being nice to her. Madison equated this to the calm before the storm. She leaned back towards the machine and listened,

"So that's why I've decided to come pay you a little visit! I think it will be so much fun. And don't worry, I have your address," up to this point Madison hadn't feared, her mother hadn't been told where she'd lived in Vegas, "A nice young receptionist at your office told me. I can't wait to see you!"

She took in a breath, Madison didn't like this. Whenever her mother wanted to see her, there was always some motive that didn't leave her feeling that great. Once, her mother had taken her out of class early in grade school, on the premise of some family trip. She had been, of course, happy to hear this, since she'd never gone on a real family trip before. But, once they were out of range of the school, her mother began to have it into her. Her stepfather had been arrested, she blamed Madison, and how she was a horrible little bitch who was tearing her mother's life apart. By the time they'd gotten home, Madison had been in tears, and her face red from the two times her mother had slapped her.

Madison shook her head, this was bad, this was very bad.

"I look forward to seeing you honey, and where you work. I'm sure I can come up with some fun little stories of you when you were younger to tell your friends at work."

That was it; Madison turned and buried her head in a pillow, screaming into it. She was going to concoct some lies to tell to everyone at work. Whether they believed it or not, she knew they'd see her differently. Her mother always seemed to be able to make her the outcast.

"Well honey, I'd better go … lots of packing to do. I can't wait to see you …"

She heard the click of her mother's end of the phone, and she groaned, "Bad … not good, very bad."

Madison clicked open the machine, and removed the tape in it. She turned off her television, and stood up. She was in pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt, but that didn't matter. She had no idea when her mother would arrive, or if that call was even from LA, she could be in Vegas already!

She moved over to her bedroom quickly, and pulled a bag out from under her bed. Madison began throwing clothes into the bag, and any other personal items she'd need, so that she wouldn't have to come back right away to get anything. She zipped up the bag, and grabbed her jacket on the way out the door.

Gil Grissom was sitting in the small study adjacent to his bedroom, reading "Ghosts of the Trees, Walkingsticks and Leaf-insects". He'd finally clocked out, and wanted to catch some reading before going to sleep. What had hadn't counted on, was hearing a very loud banging at his front door. Grissom stood slowly from his chair, and walked out through his bedroom, towards the front door. His house was small, but as he was the only one living there, he didn't mind it. Before reaching the front door, Gil made a point to reach into the top drawer of a side table, retrieving a 9mm. He held it at his side as he approaching the peephole on the front door. Grissom looked into it, and pulled back quickly, loosening his tight grip on the handle of the gun, to pull open the door, "Madison? What on earth are you doing here?"

It was still early in the morning, the sun had barley rose, and it was still raining heavily from the night. Madison stood on his doorstep, a duffel bag clenched in both hands. He looked her up and down in what seemed to be makeshift pajamas, her hair was wet from the walk from her car, and as he looked down, he noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes or socks.

"Grissom," she shook her head, "I can't go anywhere else …"

He narrowed his eyes in confusion, but ushered her inside, "Come in, it's horrible out."

She nodded, and sniffled droplets of rain away from her nose, "I know," she turned and looked up at her boss, shaking her head, "I can't … I, here," she handed the tape from her jacket pocket to him, "She called again …"

Gil began to formulate what was going on, and simply nodded, taking the tape in his hand. He walked towards the living room, and popped the tape into a modest stereo stand, pressing play. Madison had walked over towards the couch to sit down, placing the bag in front of her on the floor, and pulling her feet up onto the couch. She watched him listened over the message, and seeing his brow furrow, she nodded, "I know. She's coming, or … she could already be here. I don't want to be alone, when she …"

"I understand that, seeing her after such an absence could be … dramatic, especially if you were to be alone," Grissom nodded to himself, and turned towards her, away form the stereo, "And I fully understand why you would seek me out, of course I am," he stopped, and looked down to his tan couch, seeing small red droplets over his gray throw, "Madison, you're bleeding."

She looked down to where he was staring, and she took in a short breath, "Oh no … you're couch."

Madison reached down and cradled her bleeding foot, though it wasn't excessive, there was enough blood to show a shallow cut on the sole of her foot. Gill held a hand up, "Don't worry about my furniture, just keep pressure on your foot. I'll be right back."

He turned from the living room, and disappeared down the hallway. Madison was beginning to feel the pain from her cut as she held her hand over it. She could smell a mix of blood, grass and rain from her foot, and the cut was stinging. She hissed softly and closed her eyes, resting her head back on the couch. A few moments later, she heard footstep towards her, and she lifted her head to look up at Grissom. He had a bottle of Peroxide, a cloth, and a bandage for her foot. Madison smiled weakly, and held her foot out over the hardwood floor. She cringed as she saw a droplet of blood fall from her foot, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to bleed all over your stuff."

He simply shook his head, and cradled her foot in his hands as he sat on the edge of his coffee table. He rested her heel against his knee, and he poured peroxide on the cloth. Without warning, he pressed the cloth to her foot quickly, putting pressure against it. She hissed and yelped, "Ow! Thank god you deal with dead bodies, that hurt!"

He smirked and wiped the cloth around her wound, cleaning up any blood. Gil then rested her heel back down on his knee as he unwrapped the bandage, "Now don't squirm."

She rolled her eyes at him, but held her foot steady, allowing him to ease the bandage onto her foot. He set her foot down softly and nodded, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

She frowned but nodded, "I guess not," she furrowed her brow and sighed, "Now … what about … mother."

He patted her knee and moved over next to her on the couch, "I'm sure we'll figure something out."

It had been a week since Madison ended up on Grissom's doorstep, and she had finally returned home, to check on things. There had been no machine messages, or anyone known showing up at her door; according to her landlord. Both parties had come to the conclusion that her mother had only meant idle threats by leaving that message, and wouldn't waste airfare traveling out to Vegas. Madison had decided to return to her own apartment.

She walked around the lab desk, or rather limped slightly, as her cut was still healing. She'd managed to evade most inquiries by saying she tripped over a hairbrush during the night and landed on her ankle. Madison sighed and moved back over to her trusted wheel chair, hoping to sit for a bit, she knew she'd have to change her bandage soon. It was getting close to the end of her shift, and she had no intentions on putting in any overtime that night. She slid back in the chair, and listened to the gentle hum of the machines in the lab, smiling contently.

"Well, don't you look happy."

Madison opened her eyes to see Greg grinning back at her from the doorway. She sighed, "Yes I am Sanders. Now don't ruin my good mood with more work …"

He held up his hands defensively, "Oh don't worry … I just came to chat."

"Chat? While on shift … tsk tsk Sanders. What would Eckly say?" she smirked and crossed her legs slowly.

Greg cocked an eyebrow, and walked further into the room, "On shift? I've been off for at least 20 minutes …"

"What?" Madison looked over her shoulder at the clock, then slid her lab coat up her arm, checking her watch, "Shit! That clock it 25 minutes slow!"

She stood up from the chair, and moved to walk, but ended up standing on one foot and mumbling at her other foot. She sighed and began again, walking more lightly on the injured foot. Greg couldn't help but grin, "You want I should carry you?"

She glared at him coldly, and he leaned back, "Sorry … geez Maddy. I was just joking."

She waved him off lightly and sighed, "Sorry, I just … it's been a stressful day for me."

He nodded slowly, "Alright …" he shifted on his feet a bit uncomfortably, and grinned at her, "So … you wanna go out for breakfast?"

She cocked an eyebrow at him, and he smirked, "Come on … it's just breakfast. It's not like I'm going to ravish you in the back booth," he licked his lips, "Unless … you wanna make it a bed and breakfast."

She narrowed her eyes and held a finger out at him, "Ah ah … none of that," she smiled softly though, "Breakfast … sounds nice. As long as you're buying."

He nodded, "Sure thing. Come on."

Greg beckoned her with his hands, and she sighed, pulling into a stride next to him. He smirked and yawned loudly, raising both arms up. She reached up and grabbed his wrist, "Greg …"

"What?" He lowered his arms quickly, grinning, "Can't a guy yawn anymore without it being misconstrued as a come on? People these days …"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head slowly at him, "Greg, everything you do is interpreted as a come on."

He looked at her a moment before nodding, "True."

Madison let out a laugh and slapped Greg on the back, "Shut up Sanders," they walked in silence for a moment, until they reached the outside doors of the lab, "So … where are we eating today Greggo?"

He grinned and held the door open for her, "Well, I know this great little bed and breakfast …"

She spun around as quickly as her foot would allow, but only caught Greg already laughing, "Kidding!"

Madison, sighed, and turned away, hiding a blush creeping to her cheeks, "Just … just up Sanders …"