A/N: Why can't they just be happy? I guess that wouldn't make fan fiction interesting then would it?

Chapter 9

Reality Sets In

After gathering his thoughts and taking a cold shower Grissom had to talk with her. He didn't even remember what he had done; his suppressed memories had clouded his thinking process. Judging from the fear in Sara's eyes and the ripped dress he had found on the floor, he had an idea of his actions.

"Dear God, did I rape her?" When the flashes of his actions emitted behind his eyelids, he knew his dinner would visit him once more. Running to the bathroom he noticed that the bedroom door was now open. After flushing the toilet and gargling with water to wash out the taste of vomit he searched the home for Sara.

"Sara? Are you here…Please talk with me…Let me explain…" Grissom didn't expect for her to understand, he just needed to know what he had done. After searching the entire inside of the house he opened the front door to see Sara curled up in a ball rocking back and forth on their front steps. His stomach lurched once more at the sight of her cell phone and Culpepper's card gripped in her right hand.

"She called him…That's good, I deserve to go to jail for what I have done…"

"Sara?" Grissom questioned. He knelt down beside her and gently stroked her face. Sara flinched in response. Tears moistened the ground as Sara buried her head in her lap.

"Why…Grissom…I trusted you." Her voice cracked as she struggled to stop herself from shaking. The bruises on Sara's wrists made Grissom fear the worst.

"Honey…I don't know how to explain….I...Guess I'm exactly like my father." He sat right beside Sara on the cement steps, not trying to hide the tears forming in his eyes.

"What…" Sara looked up at Grissom for the first time since the struggle.

"My father would come home from work and would want some intimacy between him and my mom so he used to rape her…In front of me. He didn't even try to cover up what he was doing…He didn't care. I guess you're bound to end up in your parent's footsteps…A child sees their parents doing horrible things they eventually must know that they will one day end up like them…" He couldn't speak; he voice was clouded with too much sadness as he looked away from her gaze.

"I thought 'genes weren't a predictor of human behavior'…" Sara quoted once more, still shaking.

"Yeah…I never truly believed that." A tear finally rolled down his cheeks and joined a puddle of rain water at his feet.

"So I should just kill you then and get it over with?" Sara bitterly retorted as she ran up the steps and locked herself into the bedroom once more. Grissom picked up Culpepper's card and pressed the redial button on their phone. Thankfully the last number dialed was the pizza parlor. Throwing the items quickly to the ground, Grissom ran into the house and realized that the bedroom door was closed once more.

"Sara? Please come out…" Silence was Grissom's only response.

"Honey, I promise I won't hurt you, please just let me explain…" The noise of crickets filled the home.

"Sara …I just want you to know that you would never be like your mother….You're too sweet and forgiving. Please don't be scared…" Finally realizing that he wasn't going to get Sara out of the room he decided to sleep on the couch as it was the closest to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry Sara..." Grissom held the torn dress in his hands as he cried himself to sleep.

"You want to know what it would be like to be the wife of Gil Grissom?"

"Please Grissom… stop it…"

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" Grissom held Sara down with all his strength. Adding to Sara's pain Grissom transformed into another man who held even more rage then the entomologist.

"Hey baby… You turned me down three times for a date…I guess now I get one on my own?" The man started to bite Sara's neck as his hands slithered up her dress.

Sara was unable to do anything, she was helpless as the man continued to rape her.

"Get off of me! Stop it!" Sara screamed, forcing Grissom to jump from the couch.

"Sara, are you alright?"

"Help!" Sara screamed once more. That was all it took. Fearing that the killer may have chosen his next victim Grissom broke down the door in one swift kick.

"Are you all right?" Grissom asked while searching around the bedroom.

"Get away from me…" Sara's voice held as much fear as it did last night.

"Please just give me a chance…" Sara leapt off of her bed in attempt to run but Grissom quickly grabbed her arm.

"Let me go!" Sara yelled as she tried to struggle from his grasp.

"Listen to me Sara; I am not going to hurt you. I don't know what happened last night…But please just let me hold you…I need to show you how much I love you and how I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." Grissom's eyes were now filled with pain as he watched Sara push him away

"Why Grissom…Why would you do that…I trusted you…I loved you…" Sara exclaimed.

"I don't know…" Grissom whispered as he stepped closer to Sara.

"Get out Grissom…" Sara pointed to her doorway before Grissom could get any closer. He slowly exited the bedroom never looking back, his anger was non-existent as the feeling of dread settled into his system.

TBC…