An American Werewolf In Vegas
Disclaimer: Nothing has changed since the first couple of chapters..
A/N: Thank you for the reviews. I thought you'd all maybe lost interest in this seeing as I haven't posted in like 2 months..things have seemed to settle down and now I have more time for writing. YAY! Here's chapter 12 for you all…
Chapter Twelve: Numb"Is…that…?"
Greg stared on as Sara held the Tupperware box in her hand, the light glinting off the plastic illuminating the lumpy red substance held in the box. It looked thick like blood but meaty like steak. Sara shook it about, the noise sludging throughout the room. Brass's eyes were alight with the new found excitement of knowing tonight he was going to be taking in someone and holding them as a suspect.
All Grissom's nerve endings were on fire, his prayers had finally paid off, this is exactly what he had been thinking about while he had hoped some crucial evidence would pop up. He stared at Sara as she arched her eyebrows in a silent question. 'Should I open it?' Grissom nodded and Sara proceeded to pry the lid off. The first thing that hit everybody was the sour smell of blood, it's metallic flavour wafting through the room, as Sara crouched holding onto the box she could feel something inside her light up, it felt like arousal but one hundred times better. Her insides melting as she sniffed the contents.
Grissom was the only one to notice, it was subtle but not subtle enough. Sara's eyes turned from her usual beautiful chocolate brown colour to an almost burnt amber colour. He could sense a change is Sara's posture as she stared at the contents.
The first thing she had wanted to do as she stared at the contents was scoop it all up and jam it into her mouth, chewing the meaty goodness from it, but something inside told her, sternly warned her not to. She listened to the insistent voice ramble on and on about the consequences of her actions.
" Maybe you should get Johnny in here Brass."
Brass shook his head and got himself together. Nodding his head to Sara he walked out of the office leaving the three CSI's to ponder on the contents.
"Is it…human?"
Sara shrugged her shoulders and sniffed the box again. "I…think so."
Grissom stood next to Sara's crouching figure and sniffed the air. It was definitely human. He could feel something inside him swell, he felt almost…giddy. He never got giddy. He bent down and stared at the contents close up, he couldn't make out what it actually was; it didn't look like a heart or any other organ but something inside was telling him it was human each time he sniffed the air. It was if he was tasting a fine wine and analysing what went into it, the ingredients, he knew what the ingredients for this mixture was.
Greg could feel his legs shaking. He hadn't witnessed anything THAT gruesome in his time of being a CSI; he was still in his early days. He wanted to step closer, curiosity getting the better of him but he didn't want to take one look at it and vomit all over the office. Swallowing hard he stepped closer, but not close enough for the smell to nauseate him.
Grissom watched Greg as he turned pale and became shaky. "Greg, if you're going to be sick step outside and find a toilet."
Greg stared at his supervisor and frowned. "I'm not going to be sick."
Nodding Grissom looked at Sara, her features were hard, her eyes concentrating on what lay inside the box. At that moment a smiling Johnny Maitland entered his office along with Brass.
"I hear you've found something."
Sara held the box up so Johnny could get a good look of the contents, his smile never wavering. He stepped closer and sniffed audibly. "Smells like a bad steak."
Brass stepped closer towards the CSI's and Johnny. "You have a habit of keeping bad steaks in your desk drawers?"
He shrugged and stepped closer staring at the contents. He looked into Sara's eyes and saw a flash of excitement as she held the meat in her hand. Oh she wanted it all right.
"Hungry?"
Sara coldly stared at him. "I'm a vegetarian."
"Shame."
Placing the lid back on the box Sara made sure it was sealed properly and bagged it. "You can either tell us what it is now, or we can go back and analyse the contents at the Lab. It's your choice, either way you'll be taken in for questioning."
Holding both his hands out to Brass he flashed a sickly smile towards Sara. "Well then, let's get this over with…"
When Grissom and Sara walked into the interrogation room they found Johnny Maitland sitting comfortably in a chair sipping horrible machine coffee. He smiled at them as they entered.
"Hello again."
Grissom sat down opposite to Johnny and Sara sat to Grissom's right. He laid the Lab results on the contents of the box on the table and folded his hands.
"No lawyer?"
Johnny sipped his coffee and shrugged. "I didn't think I needed one."
Grissom slid the results across to him.
"This would be…?"
"The results of what we found in that box of yours, you know…the one hidden in your desk drawer."
Johnny huffed a laugh. "It wasn't hidden. Even you two know that. No Mr Brass?"
"We wanted to talk to you in private."
"Right, well then talk away."
Sara looked at Johnny and flashed him a thousand watt smile. "We know who you are."
"Really? Is it that obvious?"
Grissom glared at him. The guy was trying to play games with them, the bastard! After all he had done. "We know it was you who attacked us."
"Attacked is such a strong word, I prefer the term enlightened."
"Enlightened us? That's what you call this? Who the fuck do you think you are, sitting there all high and mighty thinking you're some king? You know what's happening to us, the changes we're going through. We didn't ask for this."
Johnny sat forward, the chair squeaking with the sudden movement. "You were in the wrong place at the wrong time Sara. There's nothing I can do about it now, you'll both just have to sit and wait until it runs its course."
Sara stood and started to pace the floor of the interrogation room. This guy was really getting on her nerves. She could feel herself burning up, the room temperature going down, her sweat glands working overtime. She could feel herself shaking with rage, adrenaline being released, her blood cells racing through her veins, squashing together racing against time.
"We know what we have to do."
Johnny yawned. "The old eat out the werewolf's heart legend? Bah! It doesn't work, trust me…I've tried."
Sara and Grissom froze, they had nothing now, they were going to live like this for the rest of their lives. Their hearts shrunk, tears threatened to spill, they were lost.
Johnny stared at them, calculating their thoughts; he could tell they were devastated.
"What to do, what to do…"
Grissom turned to Sara; she could see a glint in his eye. "Get Brass in here…it's time we questioned Johnny here."
Johnny Maitland had a sickly face, it was perfect, is skin had a slight tan his eyes blue and his hair a light brown. He was good looking but nothing special, his bleached teeth shined in the light every time he smiled. Sara stared at him, sometimes the way the light hit him he looked extremely scary almost hideous, he looked extremely evil.
Her whole body was numb, her mind working slower than it normally did, she was in shock. Right now she had nothing to work towards, she had the werewolf that attacked both her and Grissom in custody and yet she felt hollow, almost empty.
He continued to answer Brass's questions with that smile plastered to his face, his eyes shone as he denied having anything to do with the murders.
"Is there really any need for me to be here Captain Brass, I've answered all your questions, you have obviously not found the answers you were looking for. There's only so much one can take."
"Enough with the posh boy reformed act Johnny. This time seven years ago you were out on the strip dealing to kids aged thirteen and under, we know you have something to do with these murders, Jesus we found human remains in a box in one of your desk drawers you just think that some fairy put it there?"
"Possibly."
Brass shook his head and sat down, trying to unruffle his creased shirt.
"Do you think I was dealing for the fun of it Captain Brass? I had to support my mother and younger brother, I've had a hard life but I've changed…for the best I might add. I have nothing to do with these atrocious acts of violence and I don't know how that box of human remains found itself in my desk drawer, but what I do know is that I am indeed innocent."
He looked over at Sara, his eyes flashing with amusement.
"So.." Sara leaned across the table. "You like playing games then?"
Johnny quirked an eyebrow. "Games?"
"Yeh…games. You and I both know you killed those innocent people. Come on..you couldn't have done better…a teenage couple..they hadn't even finished school yet. The girl that you ripped to shreds, she was saving up to go abroad for a while." Sara shrugged. "You cancelled her plans early."
"Look here Sara for the last time, I do indeed hate repeating myself. I didn't kill those people, I don't know who they are. What's my motive? Come on, even the newspapers are saying it's not human related. What you people should be doing right now is going out there and trying to find the animal that has done this, instead of hounding an innocent man for answers you're not going to find."
Brass stood and waved Grissom towards the corner of the interrogation room. "Gil..we have nothing to hold him on. He's denying everything."
"Can't you keep him in for a little longer another hour or so, we can go back to his club and see if we can find anything else."
"You're grasping for straws now Gil. Just let him go, you guys have nothing."
"Let him go?" Grissom's voice was beginning to get louder. "Let him go so he can go out there an innocent manand kill again?"
Brass shook is head. "You have nothing…"
Grissom sat in his town house and stared at his framed butterflies as he held Sara's head in his lap. She had fallen asleep an hour ago. He wanted to sleep, he was tired emotionally and physically yet his body wouldn't shut down, his brain kept spinning and working over time. He couldn't focus on anything, his framed butterflies melding into a un focused colourful heap, it was if he were looking through a kaleidoscope.
Sara's body lay limply across him; her auburn locks scattered across is lap. He twisted a few around his finger as he thought what they had now and what they had before the whole werewolf incident.
They hadn't been friends, but they weren't enemies either, what was between them was confusing, infuriating and overwhelming. Catherine had mentioned on many occasions how Sara and Grissom would zone out at the same time and become these beings that were so in sync with each other it was scary. He had laughed it off telling her she looked into things too much, but deep down he knew she was right; there was something between them both that was unexplainable.
How could something so disastrous bring two people together? Right now they should have been avoiding each other, waking up in the middle of the night to thoughts about what would happen when they turned, instead of waking up and instinctively thinking about the other.
He hadn't meant to let her in, but somehow she had and now she was a part of him and he couldn't let her go. It would shatter him if she left. He couldn't blame her if she wanted nothing more to do with him, he had nothing to offer. He was unsociable, when he should be going out with friends he was stuck in his townhouse feeding his bugs or watching the discovery channel. He knew he was weird but not overly weird. He was who he was and she had stuck through thick and thin, she had come when he had asked her to, she had dropped everything and moved to Vegas all because of him. He had pushed her away and she had kept coming back for more. He had hurt her on so many occasions he had lost count and here she was, lying in his townhouse clutching to his lap in her sleep a tired smile gracing her beautiful lips.
Grissom wasn't an emotional man but at that moment he could feel his eyes welling up with painful tears. As his tears strolled down his cheeks the heavens opened up and cried tears of their own.
TBCReviews, criticisms and flames welcome. It's not the greatest of chapters but hey nobodies perfect. So what did you think? Christmas is coming up and hell it's a busy time, but I think I owe you guys another chapter seeing as I haven't been updating as much as I should. Because I owe it to you guys, all of you who have read and reviewed, without you guys I wouldn't be here right now writing this.