An American Werewolf In Vegas

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A/N: I hope I'm doing this right, I know the characters are OOC sometimes and I apologise. Thank you for all the reviews so far!

Chapter Five: The Beginning

Sara sat in the locker room, her badge grasped in her cold pale hands. She stared into her picture, her eyes full of life and happiness, she had an aura about her, her face lit up, her smile contagious. Sara closed her eyes in regret, there had been so many things in life she could have done, she could have became a teacher, she could have been happily married looking after her children, but she was stuck in the lab trying to save people who couldn't be saved. They were dead people, she couldn't fight their battles, they were dead and she was alive and there was nothing she could do about that. Maybe if things had been different Sara might be happy, maybe if her mother hadn't killed her father and her father hadn't made their life a living hell things could have been different. Being around all these dead bodies brought Sara back to the past. She was fighting for things, which had already been lost. The only person who had seen the real Sara was Grissom, he had witnessed her breaking down, the insecure little girl coming out to make an appearance. Sara sighed, there was nothing she could do, maybe it was the attack that was bringing out all these negative thoughts, the thought that she could be dead right now chilled her spine.

Sara was a fighter, she could stick up for herself, defend herself if necessary, she had been in Vegas five years and she had defended herself to every one of her colleagues, she had been the bad person at the start, she had been the one everyone took their troubles and anger out on because she was the newbie but now she just wanted to take her anger out on them all. A single tear fell from Sara's troubled eyes, she just wanted to be liked, to be the person everyone thought she was. Sara stood up and shoved her badge back into her locker with enough force for the locker to cling. As she walked out of the room she noticed a spot of blood on her tank top, she rubbed it, it was still fresh. She then noticed another drop and another drop falling, suspended in time by her concern. She never had nosebleeds, even as a child she hadn't had them, what had brought this on? Wiping her hand across her nose, she felt warmth spread across her hand, the wind drying it. She felt the coolness and the tanginess of her own blood.

Barging into the ladies restroom she went into one of the cubicles and took half a dozen tissues from the dispenser, wiping it across her bleeding nose she examined the tissue. The blood was dark, almost black and it was thick as if someone had added corn flour to it. Sara stood in the cubicle waiting forher nose to clot, the feeling of having blood dripping down her nose made her feel sick to her stomach, she felt a wave of nausea hit, landing on her knees Sara threw up, her vomit was red like blood, it smiled up to her as it floated on the surface. What was happening? Sara tired to scream but nothing came out, her voice silent as the night.

Another wave hit, this time more forceful, her vomit landing in the bowl, spatter coming back to hit her in the face, she cried, the tears mingling with the blood which had recently landed on her face. Red streams running down her pale cheeks and dripping to the cold tiled floor. Her stomach cramped as she lay next to the toilet, she bent over as the pain hit her again and again, the cramps crippling her. As soon as it started, it stopped immediately. Sara opened her teary eyes, the light from the ceiling piercing her vision she blinked several times. Taking deep breaths Sara pulled herself up from the cold floor and flushed the toilet, the blood swirling and twisting down the pipes, Sara could hear the mulching and gulping as it swished through the pipes.

She stood next to the sink; drinking water from the tap, it felt refreshing, she gasped as she felt the coolness of the water make it's way down her throat and into her stomach. Drowning her face with water she flicked her hair back, her pale face now tinged pink. She looked better than she had a few hours ago; she was radiating warmth from her being. Sara felt better than she had in years, she felt younger and more athletic, she felt beautiful. Drying her face she slowly made her way out of the restroom and made her way to trace. The lab techs and Nick both watching her as she walked away.

"Cath, have you seen Sara recently?"

Catherine looked up from the cosmetic magazine she had been reading; they had a wonderful article about non-fade lipstick, which had interested Catherine.

"Sara…hm, I haven't seen her all shift. Why?"

Nick sat down next to Catherine and sipped his Starbucks coffee.

"Lately, she ain't been looking too good. All ill and thin."

Catherine set her magazine aside.

"Nicky, she's probably still in shock from that whole attack thing with that wolf."

Nick nodded and gulped his coffee down, the warm liquid burning his throat.

"I just seen her walk out of the ladies restroom."

"That's now a crime?"

"No…she walked out and she looked, amazing. Better than she has for years, I haven't seen Sara look that good Cath, she looked bright and sexy…"

"Whoa cowboy wouldn't want Grissom to hear you talking about Sara like that."

"She just looked amazing Cath, I wasn't the only one that noticed, all the lab techs and even Hodges were drooling after her."

Catherine raised her shapely eyebrow at Nicks comment. She had noticed that just a day ago Grissom looked rather peaky. His features were drawn, his eyes were dull and he looked really tired. Seeing him this shift he had looked great. He looked younger, his beard had been trimmed neatly, his hair had grown a little longer but he suited it, his curls weren't that grey anymore, he had came into shift wearing jeans and a black t shirt which was unusual for him. He had changed and for the better.

"Don't look into it too much Nicky, she looks great, she's probably happy, don't ruin it for her. She hasn't been that great recently."

Nick puckered his lips. "I hear ya."

Judy sat at reception, her glasses sitting at the tip of her nose, her I-pod playing softly. As she looked up an old gentleman smiled softly at her and tapped the desk.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

The old gentleman coughed harshly and covered his mouth, his green eyes bright; they sparkled as he spoke, his slight British accent creeping through.

"Ah yes, I'm here to see Mr Gil Grissom."

"Is he expecting you?"

"No Miss."

"Alright, I'll phone him."

Grissom walked through the halls of CSI; Judy had phoned him insisting to come to reception as a man needed to speak with him urgently. Grissom didn't like being taken away from his work but he was in the middle of some paperwork and right now that could wait. As he approached reception he noticed a small man stood at Judy's desk chatting away with her, he was skinny looking, his white beard making him look much older than he was. He stood tall.

"Ah, Mr Grissom."

Grissom shook the mans thin boney hand and smiled politely.

"I hear you wanted to speak with me."

"Yes Mr Grissom, do you have an office?"

"Yes."

"May we speak there, I think this conversation just needs to be heard by yourself and I."

Grissom frowned, and nodded. Who was this man and what did he want? As they made their way to his office, he noticed the old man walked with a limp. Surely this was important if he didn't want anyone else to hear what had to be said. Sitting down, he motioned for the old man to sit down.

"So…Mr…?"

"Franklin, Sherman Franklin."

"Alright Mr Franklin, what's this all about?"

Sherman Franklin coughed, his eyes closing; he winced as hot searing pain shot through his old worn chest. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and smiled lightly.

"You were attacked. Is this true?"

Grissom tipped his head to the side. "Yes that's true."

"By a…beast?"

"It resembled a wolf like animal."

"I see. Was there anyone else with you that might have also been attacked?"

Leaning back in his chair Grissom stared at the old man, he looked to be hitting eighty, his face drowning with wrinkles, his eyes though they shined.

"My colleague Sara Sidle."

"She should also be present here for what I have to tell you Mr Grissom."

"Why? What is it that you need to tell us?"

"Please, call for Sara Sidle, this is extremely important."

Sara entered Grissom's office, first looking at the old man curiously and then at Grissom, her gaze said that she was confused.

"Hey Griss, what's up?"

"Shut the door Sara."

Shutting his office door slowly, she made her way to his desk, leaning against it she frowned.

"What's this about?"

Grissom spoke first. "This is Sherman Franklin, he tells me that he has something important to tell us both."

"It's about the attack, Ms Sidle?"

Sara nodded.

"Mr Grissom informed me that you were both attacked by a wolf like creature and that you were both injured. May I see your injuries?"

"They disappeared."

"I see…the change has already began."

Grissom sat up straight in his chair and looked at the man confusedly.

"Change?"

"Yes, you and Ms Sidle are both changing. I wouldn't be surprised if the change hasn't finished already. It's been what? Three days?"

"Five."

"Oh dear."

Sara stood up, she was frustrated, what the hell was this old guy trying to say?

"Look Mr…Franklin. What are you talking about?"

"Were you bitten?"

"No, we were both scratched."

Sherman Franklin stood up and started looking at Grissom's butterfly collection.

"Mr Grissom, you and Ms Sidle were attacked by a werewolf."

Sara chuckled. "Yeh right."

"Ms Sidle, how do you explain your Injuries vanishing? You can smell things, which you couldn't before, you can hear whispering everywhere you go, faint music…you've been feeling under the weather, nausea, burning or stiff joints. Sweating headaches…nosebleeds?"

"How..?"

"The next full moon is in 2 weeks, you shall change into one of those beasts, like the one that attacked you. When you change, you shall hunt down humans for their flesh. I take it you can already feel the cravings for meat or blood?"

Sara nodded weakly. "Both."

"Ms Sidle, Mr Grissom I know this is shocking news, and you probably don't believe me, but for your own sake take heed of what I have said. In two weeks you are going to become one of those things and unfortunately…people are going to be killed within the process."

Grissom took his glasses off and sighed, why was this man telling them this? Had he something to gain? He looked towards Sara, her face had turned an ashen colour, her eyes were closed, her breathing coming in heavy gasps. This was a total shock…they were turning into werewolves, as a child Grissom had read comic books all about them, he had seen several movies, was that what was going to happen? For the rest of their lives they were going to turn into one of those beasts and feed on humans?

"Is…is there any cure at all?"

Franklin turned towards Grissom, his face grim. "Yes."

Sara jumped up from Grissom's desk.

"Well tell us! That's all we'll need to do."

"You must find the beast which turned you both and must kill it."

"That's….."

Franklin sighed.

"Once you kill it, one of you…must eat it's heart."

Sara and Grissom looked at each other, both grim faced, they looked into each other's eyes and noticed one thing…things were definitely going to change.

To Be Continued…

Oooh, ain't that a shocker. I found this quite funny seeing as Sara is a vegetarian and this whole thing's going to gross her out. Anyway, keep reviewing, and some romance is going to bubble up in later chapters.