An American Werewolf In Vegas

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A/N:Feels like ages since I last posted. Wow you were all confused at the end of the last chapter; well I hope this eases the confusion somewhat. Chapter Ten, who would have thought? You guys are the best, your reviews are terrific and they give me the confidence to write more and more. None of you flamed me saying it was too early for Grissom and Sara to get all mushy so I was thrilled at that. I'm feeling much better, thank you for all the get well's. I've been on over drive so another chapter will be posted tomorrow. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Ten: One Finger One Nose One Arm One Leg…

"Do you think Sara would agree to go out with me?"

Oh Boy! Nick tried to hide the smile that had graced his lips as soon as the question had been asked. Greg was rather naïve when it came to Sara. It was obvious that she loved Greg but as a friend and nothing more, everyone in the Lab knew that the only man for Sara was Grissom, but he was too stupid to see it, for a smart guy he really wasn't very quick on things. How was he meant to break it gently that Sara wasn't interested in Greg THAT way?

"Greggo…my mom always told me that there are things in life that ya shouldn't mess with and Sara is one of those things.."

Greg looked at Nick clearly confused.

"I don't under-"

"Sara likes you Greg."

"Cool! So I should-"

"Sara likes you as a friend dude, you shouldn't spoil what you have with Sara, you guys have like a special friend bond…but she's taken."

Greg knew about Grissom, he knew about the whole non-relationship thing and he knew he never had a chance in Hell with Sara, but he wanted to try. He wanted Sara to get over the Grissom thing and see that he could make her happy, instead of pissed off all the time. He had noticed how she had changed the past week, the whole animal attack thing had made Sara shrink deeper inside of herself, she was always day dreaming, or thinking with that beautiful pout of hers. Greg just wanted to make Sara feel…alive.

"I understand."

Nick patted Greg on the shoulder. "Dude it's for the best…I'm sure there's some lucky gal out there waiting to be seduced by ya."

"Nick my Texan friend…I'm the king of seducing, just last week there was this hot blonde chick and she…"

There was silence in Grissom's SUV as they drove to the crime scene, both were lost in their thoughts. Sara was deeply lost in all things wolf like, she couldn't get her mind off the fact that this was really happening, that they were so close in turning into sweaty slivering beasts in less than two weeks. Great, what a way to bond with Grissom. As she looked out of the window, she noticed the trees blurring, melding into a greenish brownish slimy colour, she felt sick just thinking about the colour, she looked away and noticed Grissom's knuckles were turning white with the force that he was holding the steering wheel, he wasn't as calm as he made himself out to be. She could see his jaw clench and then unclench.

"Are you alright?"

Grissom snapped out of his thoughts and looked across at Sara. "I've been better."

"It's not all that bad."

"Really? I wonder what could be worse than turning into a creature everyone thinks doesn't exist and then eating the flesh off of the bones of humans?"

Sara frowned. "Don't snap at me OK, I'm feeling the pressure too, don't treat me like you used to Grissom, I won't go back to that…not back to all that pain and suffering, not again!"

Grissom's expression softened, he reached over and grasped Sara hand in his and lightly squeezed.

"I'm sorry, you're right…it's just that I've been so calm since we were told and now.."

"Now you know it's for real and it's blown your mind."

"Yeh."

Sara fidgeted for a moment. "Do you think these bodies are fresh?"

"The ones that were just found?"

Sara nodded.

"I think that these bodies were mutilated the night Dorothy and her boyfriend were murdered."

"And they've just been newly found."

"Yup."

Grissom bit his bottom lip as he drove; right now he was drowning in all the information that was floating in his head. He felt smothered by the pressure of being able to fix this and he knew he couldn't fix it. Life was just one bitch when it came to Gil Grissom, all his life he had been plagued with problems and this was just another to add to the ever growing list. One problem he could cross out was Sara Sidle, not everything was perfect but bridges had been built, apologies had been muttered and kisses had been shared.

He wanted to take their relationship slow, he wanted to be able to feel instead of being hurt and he knew that they were both fragile. He wasn't used to sharing his spare time with someone, especially Sara, he had always pushed her away, hid behind his stony glare or icy comment and now he got the chance to prove to Sara and himself that he could be a better person.

Yes they had only kissed, but it was the start of something special. He wasn't a passionate man, he wasn't an easy pleased man but he was a man, a man that Sara Sidle wanted to spend her time with,

As he drove he looked into the night's sky, the sun had set. The orange and yellow glow melding into the red's and pinks of the night's sky. He always had the image in his head of some fickle artist, sitting in the cooling air trying to paint the sky, the ever changing colour's adding to the frustration of the painter. As he looked at the sky, he could feel the eyes of someone or something watching him from above. Maybe it was God trying to reassure him that everything was all right, or maybe it was the paranoid side of Grissom trying to panic him.

Sighing Grissom turned towards Sara and smiled softly, he wanted to embrace her and tell her that everything was alright, that they would get through this and nothing could hurt them, but that was lies. They both knew that they were living in some sort of Hell.

"Hey.."

Sara's hand caressed Grissom's clothed thigh. "Don't look so down, it's going to be all right."

She smiled, Sara Sidle smiled and for once she meant it, she meant every single tooth visible to Grissom's eyes and he knew then that everything would be all right.

The crime scene was littered with reporters, camera's had been set up, news vans were parked behind the crime scene tape and passers by stood and watched as investigators collected evidence. Grissom parked the SUV and got out; collecting his case he made sure Sara was OK.

"Watch out, those news teams can be tricky to deal with. Make sure all evidence is on your person or in your case, don't leave anything lying around...you know how they are."

Sara simply nodded and made her way towards a tired looking Catherine. Blowing her hair out of her face Catherine motioned for Sara to come join her.

"Hey Sara, is Grissom here?"

Sara bent down and looked over the first body, what Sara could see from the remains she guessed it was female. "Yeh Grissom gave me a lift."

Catherine quirked her eyebrow and smiled smugly. "So…Gil and you…are you?"

Sara laughed and shook her head, her brown curls waving in the air. "Cath don't even go there."

Grissom made his way through the crowd of people and managed to find Jim Brass talking to a fellow police officer.

"Make sure not one of those reporters get under the tape, that's all we need, a contaminated crime scene because of those greedy bastards. Right?"

The officer nodded. "Yes Sir."

Brass turned around and faintly nodded at Grissom. "Gil, this place is a mess."

"So I can see…where did all the reporters come from?"

Brass walked to the edge of the crime scene tape and watched as a reporter tried to sneak her way onto the crime scene.

Pointing his finger towards the reporter he shouted the officers name, the officer then quickly escorted the reporter away from the tape.

"It's like a fricken jungle out here, the woman over there screamed and fainted when she found the bodies, people rushed over and held a huge commotion as they tried to wake the woman up and phone us. Some stupid twit phoned a news channel for their 5 minutes of fame."

Grissom frowned and looked at the woman who sat curled in an ambulance shaking and talking to herself.

"She's really shaken up."

"Gil wouldn't you be if you found three bodies half eaten?"

Grissom opened his mouth to answer; Brass cut him off with an open hand. "Wait, don't answer that."

"Her name is Carla Jackson, she just finished work and was on her way home when she stumbled over one of the bodies and landed face first in another."

Grissom grimaced.

"She's pretty shaken up, it's just shock though. I've contacted her husband to come collect her after we've finished questioning her."

"Right, I'll see how Sara and Catherine are doing, if you find anything else out find me."

He quickly walked towards the direction of Catherine and Sara when a reporter jumped in front of him and stuck a camera in his face.

"Gil Grissom of the Las Vegas Crime Lab, this is now the eighth body found under these circumstances, do you think we have a serial killer here in Las Vegas?"

Grissom covered his eyes as he squinted at the bright light. "I don't believe these murders are human related."

"And what is the Las Vegas Crime Lab doing to try and find out what IS doing this? There is now eight dead people, have you pinpointed the animal that is killing these innocent people?"

Grissom grit his teeth, he couldn't stand reporters. "We're doing all we can, now if you'd kindly let me past I could do my job."

"All you can? How many more people are going to suffer due to the negligence of the Las Vegas Crime Lab? Are people going to have to lock up their homes early at night? Will there be a curfew so people can safely return home? What is it that the Crime Lab is doing?"

"You reporters have the easy job, you report. We have to gather evidence, link things together and try to find justice for the families involved. Right now my whole team is working on this case and we are doing all we can. We can only do our best now if you don't mind…I have nothing else to say."

Grissom bent underneath the crime scene tape and slowly walked towards Catherine and Sara both were busy collecting evidence.

"Found anything?"

Catherine nodded her head towards the reporter. "What was that all about?"

"Vultures, anything for a bit of news."

Bending down he looked at the first body, there were hardly any remains, the blood that lay around the body was dark and crusty. The bodies weren't fresh.

"This is bad, there's hardly anything left of the first two bodies. We don't know what belongs to who, we have three bodies and three legs, one foot seven fingers and a hand."

"Is David here yet?"

Sara looked up from her collecting. "He's on his way."

As they looked at each other, their eyes communicated silently. Catherine didn't miss this.

"Right, what about the body that has the most flesh on it?"

"Ok, nothing special about it. It's a male, looks to be around forty. He's missing his legs and a hand."

"All hearts are missing?"

Sara nodded. She closely looked at the body of the male and noticed a shiny black hair smiling up at her, taunting her to pick it up.

"I've found a hair. It looks human."

"Great work Sara. Cath did you page Warrick, Nick and Greg?"

"I told them to stay at the Lab alert. Nick said nothing came back on the hairs found."

"Ok, let's get the evidence you've collected taken to the Lab and here's David."

The coroner busily rushed over towards the threesome and blushed apologetically. "I'm extremely sorry, my fiancé had a crisis and I had to nip home."

"It's alright David, you're here now."

The coroner looked over the remains of the three bodies and paled. He took his thermometer out of his case and waited for the beep signalling the temperature.

"These bodies are maybe a week old. Probably killed around the same time of you're female victim."

Grissom and Sara could both feel the heaviness in their stomachs float away; it was a relief to know the bodies weren't fresh. Some how Sara felt extremely guilty looking into the haunted eyes of the dead.

Grissom scratched his beard. "Okay David, you can take the bodies away now."

David nodded and loaded the remains into his van and drove off. Grissom found it strangely eerie as he watched David's van drive off into the night.

TBC

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