An American Werewolf In Vegas

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing…

A/N: Right now hardly anything is happening in these chapters, I'm building up all this nothingless into something big. So I'm sorry if these chapters have been boring or dull but things are going to get better.

Chapter Seven: Not Everything Is Black And White

"Shit Grissom! What are we going to do?"

Sara had been pacing Grissom's office floor for over 15 minutes now, rambling on and on about what they were going to do. She was panicking, and right now he didn't need anyone walking in and hearing the things she was saying. He stood calmly, locking his office door he turned round and faced Sara with a stony glare.

"Sara, right now we are BOTH feeling a little emotional, but I need you to calm down."

Sara's pacing quickened. Right now she felt as if she'd blow up. It could only happen to Grissom and herself.

"Calm? Calm? Grissom was I the only one listening to what that guy had to say? We have to face the truth here Griss, you and I are werewolves, and soon we are going to hunt down people, it might be a stranger it might be someone from the Lab, but we are going to kill AND eat them Griss. Maybe you can handle that, but I can't!"

"Sara, I heard every word, every syllable. We need to stay calm over this, we can't flip out. Look, after shift…why don't you come over to my town house, there you can ramble and panic all you want, but right now I need you to stay calm and be able to walk out here and do your job."

Sara frowned and opened her mouth as if to say something.

"Sara honey…please.."

Nodding Sara unlocked Grissom's office door and shut it behind her. She was going to find the bastard who did this to them both.

Sara sat in the evidence room, Dorothy's clothes lying on the table; her eyes scanned the tattered pieces of clothing, her nose sniffing the air for any foreign substance. She could smell IT. The smell burned her nostrils, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, her tongue tracing her dry lips. She could picture the shape of the werewolf, the matted brown fur sticking to it's sweaty heaving body. Sara shuddered, she had to remember, she had to save herself and Grissom, turning into one of them was inevitable, but if they were close to the one which had turned them, maybe just maybe the first time they turned would be their last time. She needed to gather as much evidence from the case and find the man or woman who was responsible for the deaths and the turning.

Sara stared closely at the clothing; the blood had spread all through the white blouse and jeans which Dorothy had been wearing the night of the attack. The blood combined with the white blouse made Sara feel sick to her stomach, it was something about the whiteness, the pureness of the blouse compared to the blood, red thick and clotted. Her eyes wandered the blouse, what was left of it and noticed a brown hair; it lay on the chest region. Sara felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Finally some evidence!

Using forceps Sara was able to retrieve the brown hair, putting it into a bindle Sara continued on finding something more than a single brown hair.

Nick Warrick and Greg walked through the halls of the Lab trying to find either Grissom or Sara. They had been called to a crime scene, several blocks away from where Grissom and Sara's victim had been found; they had found the mutilated body of a young teenager. Finding out the identity of the victim they knew they had to find either Sara or Grissom.

They spotted Grissom first, bent over his desk signing paper work. His glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose, a line of sweat covering his top lip. Greg and Nick stood at the doorway as Warrick entered the entomologist's office.

"Um, Griss…we need to talk."

Grissom looked up from his pile of paperwork and signalled for both Nick and Greg to enter.

"What's the problem?"

"The scene we covered, male, mutilated body, his heart was missing."

Grissom's eyebrow rose.

"So…it looks like you and I are working the same case then.."

"Yeh, I think it's your vic's boyfriend."

Greg decided to pipe up from his place at the back of the room.

"IS it a beast, or is it like some weird freakish ritual? I can't see some wolf thing attacking people and eating out their hearts…the eating of the heart must mean something."

Grissom put his pen down and took his glasses off. He really didn't want to get into any details at the moment but he had to give Greg something to stop him asking serious questions. On that note what was he and Sara meant to do if they actually killed someone? The body would come back to the Lab, either himself, Sara or one of the others would have to process the crime scene. It would be rather uncomfortable if he or Sara were the ones to do it, looking into the face of a corpse, which had been living a few hours ago. He couldn't imagine how he would feel; standing next to his victim, looking at what he had done to an innocent person.

"Greg the evidence is telling us that these murders are animal related, human teeth can't chew through bone, no matter how much milk you drink."

Nick snorted a laugh.

"What we need to do is stop thinking about the 'what if's' and start concentrating on the evidence."

Greg nodded in agreement, his shoulders slumping somewhat.

"So…what do you guys have then?"

"We found some hair on the vic, long in length and brown, it doesn't look like human hair it most probably belongs to an animal, maybe a wolf or a wild cat. There was a foreign substance on our vic's cheek. We swabbed it and sent it to trace…the body has been mutilated, there was flesh and muscle everywhere."

"There was so much blood, it was as if Vegas started raining blood…and the smell…"

Grissom nodded taking all the information in. They had found a hair and a foreign substance; at least they had some evidence. Grissom looked at his colleagues and then back to his desk, maybe just maybe there was a happy ending for himself and Sara.

She didn't feel any different, she didn't have stray hairs growing in places, which they shouldn't. She didn't have night vision or anything animal like, the only thing that was noticeable was her sense of smell, which had enhanced greatly, her hearing and her craving for meat. These new things weren't a burden, Sara could smell things that the others couldn't, like the smell of the werewolf on Dorothy's clothes, she could hear every whisper in the Lab, Judy gossiping with Archie or a Lab Tech, the faint singing coming from trace, Grissom getting onto Greg.

These were all new things for her and she appreciated them greatly, but her heart sank when she thought about what was going to happen in under two weeks, Sara was going to turn into one hell of an ugly beast, she was going to feed on humans, she was going to hunt down poor innocent people and show nothing for it. She cringed at the thought; she still found it hard swallowing meat.

She sat at the conference table, a cup of coffee sitting idly next to the forensic magazine she had been glancing at. If she concentrated hard, she was sure she could smell anything that was in the fridge. Staring absently into her cup of coffee Sara was aware or a presence lurking at the break room door. Looking up she grinned as she saw Greg standing watching her with a goofy look in his eyes.

"Hey there Greggo, whats up?"

Greg walked into the break room and poured himself some coffee.

"Nothing much." Greg sniffed the coffee pot and grimaced. "Man this stuff is rank."

Sara wiggled her Starbucks coffee cup in the air.

"Don't suppose we could share that coffee huh?"

"Not a chance in hell Greggo, I don't want your cooties."

Opening the fridge Greg pulled out the last bottle of water. Sitting next to Sara he stared at the forensic magazine and gave Sara a dirty look.

"You should read something classy instead of all this forensic junk. You do enough of this stuff at the Lab, never mind reading it in your spare time…"

Sara puffed out a breath. "Kerrang isn't classy Greg, it's teen crap. Reading magazines like this…" Sara pointed at her magazine. "Will make you a better CSI. You know how much useful info is in these things?"

Greg shrugged.

"Start reading stuff like this…quoting from these things will surely impress Grissom."

Greg's eyes lit up.

"Man…you're such a suck up Greg."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Whoaaa there children, have I walked in during an argument?"

Sara smiled at Warrick. "Hey War."

"Sara…how you doin?"

"Fine thanks."

Warrick sat next to Greg. "Greggo, shouldn't you be in trace trying to find out what that foreign substance is on our vic?"

Greg pouted. "Actually Warrick, I'm on my break."

"Yeh yeh…"

Warrick walked over to the coffee pot and sniffed. "Damn! This stuff is like glue."

Both Greg and Sara nodded in agreement.

"So I see we're working the same case then Sara."

Sara's face contorted in confusion. "Huh?"

"Our crime scene, our vic was your vic's boyfriend. His heart had been eaten too."

"Does Grissom know?"

"Sure, we went straight to him when we found out."

Sara frowned. "Why didn't he page me?"

Greg said in a singsong voice. "Maybe he was busy?"

"Whatever…so did you guys find anything?"

"Sure, brown animal like hair on the vic, and a foreign substance splattered on his cheek."

"What colour was the substance?"

"Like a clearish colour. It reminded me of saliva."

Greg started make a new pot of coffee. "Maybe it is saliva…"

Hodges stood next to his computer relaying his results to Sara and Grissom. Sara glared at Grissom from time to time, still angry with him not informing her that Dorothy's boyfriend had been found. Hodges stared blankly at Sara, god he could be a boring bastard at times. It was times like these Sara wanted to pummel her fist into his face.

"The foreign substance found on Greg Warrick and Nick's vic is a mixture of water, protein and salts."

Grissom's brow rose. "Saliva?"

Hodges nodded and handed Grissom the results.

"Greg was right then…"

"So what, the wolf licked his face?"

"Looks like it."

Walking out of trace, they made their way to Grissom's office. Both wore troubled expressions.

"So…you still want to come over to my place?"

"Sure, have you got meat in? I'm starving." Grissom smirked, his smirk then turning into a frown.

"This is really happening isn't it?"

"Yes."

"So, what do we do?"

Grissom shrugged. "Take one day at a time I suppose. We have just under two weeks to get ready for the full moon."

"You know what, I want to stop thinking about what's going to happen, we're playing into the hands of the guy who did this to us. I want to forget for the time being."

Grissom faintly smiled. "So…steak at mine then?"

"Sure…let's go."

To Be Continued…

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