An American Werewolf In Vegas

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A/N: Well, these reviews keep getting better and better, and it's all words of encouragement. I thank you all for your reviews, they actually keep me going on this, and I'm glad I'm doing something right for you all to be enjoying this. I'm enjoying writing it, it's a challenge and it's really exciting.

Here's chapter four, I hope this lives up to the others.

Chapter Four: Blood

The Lab was usually quiet, there were times when the rumour mill would start and a simple little thing would turn into the Labs biggest news for a day or two. There would be tales of sex, violence, drugs and alcohol, beatings and embarrassing moments. The latest inter office romances and the latest break ups. There would be tales of how one colleague touched another colleague in the way, which only lovers touched, and there were the tales of how one person hated another.

David Hodges always liked the fact that he was usually the first to know things, he had learned of David Phillips engagement-which he had mocked several times-he had told the rest of the Lab within minutes, Judy from reception had then proceeded to tell anyone and everyone who had walked past her desk and finally, it had gotten back to Al Robbins and the CSI's. It wasn't the biggest news ever, but quiet David Phillips had found it highly embarrassing everyone knowing his business.

He had learned of Sara's DUI, he had never mentioned it in front of Sara herself or any of the team, he knew he would get it from Grissom if he ever found out that it had been Hodges who had spread the word round, but right at that moment Hodges hadn't cared. He had ran to Ecklie like a snitch giving him all the juicy details, her supervisor had been informed, which was Grissom and he had went to the station to pick Sara up. Hodges being the spy he was listened in on the conversations of the police officers while they had been in the Lab, how Grissom had firmly gripped Sara's hand, telling her he would take her home. Hodges had made his own mind up what had happened after Grissom had dropped Sara off, and he had told Ecklie what he assumed to be the truth.

David Hodges sat in his enclosed Lab, the bright harsh light nearly blinding him as he examined trace evidence, twigs, cans, fibre's and paint. He found his job highly tedious sorting through the same stuff day in and day out. He wanted excitement; he wanted to be part of the team. He had no-one to wind up anymore, Greg now a CSI level 1 was hardly in the Lab, he was always out in the field, Mia the new Lab tech wasn't highly strung, she normally ignored Hodges and his incessant rambling. All he had right now was Ecklie and himself.

He watched as Nick and Warrick walked past, they were arguing about something pointless and meaningless, yet they both found the argument highly amusing, large smiles plastered on their faces. Hodges didn't get on with Nick, Warrick he wasn't bothered about, but Nick was highly annoying, his Texan twang was like nails to a blackboard. He watched as they casually made their way to the locker room probably getting ready to go out in the field.

What really tweaked Hodges was the non-relationship of one Sara Sidle and Gil Grissom. He had always thought they had a thing for each other, the sly looks and odd touches, the moment in the evidence room where Grissom had proceeded to pin Sara up against the wall. There was sexual tension and too much of it. It swam about in the air like germs and disease. Hodges was sure he could smell it at times, the excitement radiating from them both. It wasn't any surprise that tonight's gossip was about Grissom and Sara.

Hodges had heard from one of the Lab techs that some wild bloody beast had attacked Sara and Grissom while they had been re visiting a crime scene. It had knocked Grissom out cold and had then knocked Sara to the ground trying to eat her. Sara was in shock but Grissom had recovered, the strange thing was for the couple to have been attacked they didn't have a mark on them; they had been rushed to hospital, their shredded shirts clinging to their cold bodies. They had been examined and not a scratch was found on them, they had both been told it was a case of the flu. Hodges found this story rather strange, if they had been attacked surely there would have been at least SOME minor marks on them, maybe a few grazes and cuts, maybe a broken arm. Yet there was nothing, they had both walked away from nearly being killed and they were turning up for tonight's shift.

Well Hodges had had a few words to say to the Tech who had told him the ludicrous story, All Hodges did now was wait for them both to see for himself if they were shaken up.

Grissom as always was the first to arrive; his glasses perched on his nose, his eyes wandering the quiet Lab. He noticed the strange looks he was getting, news travelled fast; Hodges was staring at him with a mixture of relief and astoundment, what was his problem? Rubbing his bearded chin he noticed his beard was longer than normal, but not long enough for anyone to notice, he had also noticed in the mirror before he went to shift that his hair was rather long, he'd need a hair cut soon. As Grissom walked through the halls of the Lab, he could hear the shushed whispering of the gossipers, the moaning from the stock room. That was odd, why was he hearing all these things? He knew his surgery had worked, but not THAT well. He carried on his journey to his office, Archie and Greg staring at him as he entered his office and sat down.

He shuffled paperwork for the first 15 minutes, his mind wandering back to his examination at the hospital; he had panicked as he had sat in the white room, his wounds gone. He could distinctly remember the strange oozing feeling coming from his neck, the astounding pain emitting from everywhere on his body. His Doctor had explained his symptoms were related with the flu. Grissom knew it wasn't the flu, his limbs were now burning, it reminded him of growing pains when he was a teenager. He had massaged oil into his arms and legs, he had had more that 5 hot baths to try and ease the pain and stiffness, yet nothing worked. His throat wasn't sore, he didn't have the sniffles and his headache had gone and his eyes didn't feel heavy anymore. It wasn't the flu it was something else. Maybe he had caught something from the beast, which had attacked both Sara and him, they had been feeling the same aches and pains, it was definitely something to do with the wolf like beast. Grissom had been having nightmares of darkness and light, sharp teeth blood and flesh. He would make up sweating ad gasping for air, a few times he had woken in tears, all his emotions being let loose as the past few days had caught up on him. He wondered how well Sara was holding up.

A soft knocking on his door woke Grissom from his reverie. Catherine Willow's smiled softly as she entered and proceeded to sit down. She took in Grissom's appearance, he looked tired. His skin was pale, his eyes were dull and his face was in a tight grimace.

"So…"

Grissom raised his eyebrow at Catherine's attempt to start a conversation.

"What?"

Catherine sighed. "Gil, the whole Lab knows about the attack. How are you feeling?"

"I feel…right now I feel like I've did five rounds with Mike Tyson, my limbs feel heavy and painful, I can't sleep right, I'm always tired…"

Catherine blew her hair out of her face.

"Sounds like the flu."

Grissom gritted his teeth, why did everyone think he had the flu?

"It's not the flu, I can assure you."

"You know…you've been through something traumatic, it's probably the shock finally catching up with you. I bet you feel fine in a few days after some rest."

Grissom looked over Catherine's shoulder, he sniffed the air several times trying to get a whiff of what he had smelled not 5 seconds ago. It smelled like pork, roast pork. His mouth began to water as he pictured the meat, he was starved and right now, he could eat a horse. He closed his eyes as his nostrils warmed to the smell of pork once again.

"Gil, you okay?"

Grissom's eyes opened at the mention of his name.

"Can you smell that?"

Catherine frowned, her wrinkles more prominent.

"Smell what?"

"Pork.."

Grissom stood from his chair and wandered through the halls once again, he was in a trance as if someone was ordering him to come to the pork. He could feel himself drooling, his saliva glands overloading. He found himself standing outside the break room, watching Sara as she ate her pork sandwich. Wait…Sara and pork? No, Sara was a vegetarian. She wouldn't touch pork, never mind eating it. He stared for what seemed like forever; Sara glanced up and noticed that Grissom was looking at her intently.

He looked as if he would pounce her for her sandwich, she didn't know why she wanted a pork sandwich today, she had craved it. She had been craving meat for days; just the smell would set her off. She found herself half asleep cooking steak till it was rare and just eating it from the pan. She had had nightmares also, of blood and brown hairy beasts. Of bright yellow eyes and yellow fangs.

Sara wiped her face and gently put her sandwich down.

"Do I uh…have something on my face?"

Grissom looked at Sara,really looked at Sara and what he saw blew his mind, it took his breath away. Sara was a beautiful creature, her pale freckled face and her red lips were entrancing, whenever she spoke he would stare at her lips, not out of habit but out of curiosity, he had always wondered what Sara's lips would taste like. Her brown eyes always captured his attention, she held an air of authority, but it didn't over power his. She was strong and determined and as he stood there looking at her, he felt the blood rush to his stomach; butterflies flew in his stomach, flapping away causing him to feel rather nervous. He felt at that moment as if he needed her, as if he truly needed her. He was lonely, and he needed a mate.

Mate? Where did that come from?

"No…I…smelled your sandwich."

"From your office?"

Grissom looked rather sheepish. "Yes."

Sara waved Grissom over to where she was sitting. Her sandwich lying next to her she moved a little to the right so Grissom could squeeze in beside her. She wanted to talk to Grissom without the whole of the Lab hearing their conversation. If anything, the Las Vegas Crime Lab was home to a lot of nosy people.

"We need to talk."

"We do?"

Sara leaned in to Grissom's personal space.

"Look, ever since that whole beast thing…I've been having weird nightmares and…thoughts…"

Grissom frowned.

"Thoughts?"

Sara nodded. "Thoughts…"

"What kind of thoughts?"

Sara took a deep breath; she didn't want to sound stupid as she explained what she had been thinking the past few days.

"I keep thinking back to Dorothy's body, in the morgue and at the crime scene. Just her lying there in her own blood. Her flesh lying everywhere and…"

"And?"

Sara's whispers became so soft. "Every time I think of her and her blood and flesh and guts…I, well. I get really excited and I crave something…"

Grissom leaned in closer, he could smell Sara, her soap and toothpaste, the pork sandwich she had been eating earlier the smell still hanging in the air, taunting Grissom.

"What do you crave?"

"I crave blood."

To Be Continued…

I know it's rather evil just leaving it at that, but I want you all to squirm. Hehe. Right now I'm finding It rather hard trying to find time to write, school's really hectic I have so much homework to hand in it's unbelievable but I promise to update soon, oh…don't forget to review, coming home to read them makes my day.