An American Werewolf In Vegas

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A/N: You all must hate me for leaving it so long to update, but there have been a few complications, I have been up to my eyes in school work and now I have exams coming up and I know I really need to update quicker, but it's harder than I initially thought. Anyway, I'm sorry for the extremely long delay and here is another chapter..

Chapter Thirteen: Dreams

The sweet floral smell of roses wafted through the air and reached Sara's petite nostrils, she smiled and bent down gazing at the red path that silently urged her to continue her travels. Even as a young girl she had loved flowers, the colours and smells, the shape and their beauty, she smiled. She walked slowly, gazing at the blue sky, she wasn't in Vegas anymore, it was heaven.

The birds sang as the sun kissed her brown locks and her back, she felt the warmth seep from her tank top to the flesh of her back and she relaxed. Birds flew above her, watched her and she happily strolled on her own; a whisper of a smile trying to make it's way to her lips. This was peaceful, she needed the calmness back into her life, things had become hectic and she could feel herself on the edge of burn out.

As she walked a shadow of a building could be seen, the windows reflecting the sunlight, the house looked warm and inviting, and suddenly a woman appeared her grey hair shining as she smiled through broken teeth. Sara could only but walk towards the house; she could feel safe in shelter. The woman nodded her head as Sara graced the houses stairway.

"Evening."

Sara smiled and walked inside, the furniture smelled new, the wooden beams that kept the house up were sun kissed they stood tall and steady. Sara sat down on one of the armchairs and sighed, release coming from the breath that vacated her lungs. The old woman walked into the room and smiled at Sara, her teeth sparking off some sort of gleam. Sara felt safe as she leaned into the armchair and felt herself drift off.

As she opened her eyes, the walls of the now safe house had turned a garish red, muscle protruding from the beams. The house was alive, she could feel the sweat drip from her temple and run down her jaw. As she stood the old haggard woman made an appearance this time the warm inviting smile was now a sneer, her broken teeth now fleshy gums, the blood dripping from her mouth and landing on the cream carpet. Sara wanted to scream, silence vacated her mouth, she ran but each door led to the same room the old woman, her flesh now falling off of her body and wrapping itself around Sara's frail frame.

The woman cackled as Sara looked across the room and noticed yellow sandy orbs staring at her; those were the eyes of the beast. The beast that had wrecked her life and that had left her a weak woman.

This time her scream had a voice, it's shrill sound echoed throughout the house. The snarling greasy hairy beast jumping through the window, it growled as Sara covered her eyes with her arms, suddenly she had changed from the shaking woman to the snarling beast, she could taste flesh, bone and blood and she ripped at the now motionless body. She stopped feeding and looked to the pale face that had once held enthusiasm and light. A roar emitted from deep within Sara as Grissom's face stared at her, his mouth stuck in the shape of a deathly scream.

Sara had fallen asleep on the couch, instinctively Grissom had picked her up gently and had laid her on his bed, and fully clothed he snuggled up next to her and fell into a dreamless sleep. He had always been a light sleeper; he was jolted out of sleep by Sara's form rolling around on his bed. Opening his eyes and sitting up he watched as her body rolled back and forward a moan escaped from her lips, which turned, into a wail. Grissom's eyes widened as he tried to wake Sara up, her movements becoming frantic.

"Sara."

Her body shook; the wail echoed in his bedroom, he shook her lightly.

"Sara, honey.."

Everything stilled, there was silence in his bedroom. He looked at Sara's pale face, everything seemed to have calmed down, he was away to lie back down when Sara sat up straight and cried, the tears fell from her face and soaked her jeans. Terrified Grissom held here close, he didn't know what to do but hold her. The tears came stronger, as she sobbed on Grissom's shoulder his hold on her tightened.

"It's OK." He whispered into her hair.

Finally the tears subsided and Sara's body went limp, he gently manoeuvred her body on his bed again and watched as her haunted face twitched. Dried tears shimmered in the light; he wiped her face with his hand and held her.

Grissom woke up to an empty bed, he felt the side where Sara had been sleeping on and it felt cool to the touch. His brow furrowed, he sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes and yawned. Stretching he felt his back crack and sighed with the sensation. It felt as if some tension had been released. He went in search of Sara; he felt an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was that fear?

He found her at his breakfast bar sipping on a cup of coffee and reading one of his entomology textbooks. He could see that she hadn't slept much.

She looked up and noticed him standing watching her. "Hey."

"Hey." He walked up to the breakfast bar and leaned over her shoulder to see what she was reading.

"I erm..do you want to talk about it?" Sara's gaze tore itself away from the page she was reading to his blue eyes. "Talk about what?"

Grissom frowned. "Sara, if you don't want to talk about what happened while you were sleeping it's OK. I just need to know that you're alright.."

Sara smiled. "I'm fine Grissom, just a bad dream that's all."

Grissom nodded and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Weird isn't it?"

"What is?"

Grissom sipped his coffee and smiled. "Well, today was the first time you've ever slept over."

Sara huffed a laugh and smiled at him. "Yeh it was wasn't it? We should do it more often." Sara's gaze became lustful.

"Mmm."

It felt as if they had been doing this for years, if only he could wake up to her every morning for the rest of his life. He watched her and she read another few pages of the textbook, she would occasionally look away and sip her coffee.

"We uh..maybe we should talk about what happened today at the station."

Sara frowned and sat up straight. "What is there to talk about? He denied everything, he told us point blank that we would be like this forever…there's nothing we can do now Gil but wait this out."

He looked into her brown eyes and raised an eyebrow. "So, that's that then? No trying, no wanting this to end? You've made your mind up; it's the end for us? The Sara Sidle I know wouldn't give up."

"Gil, we're not who we used to be. It's all changed, everything has. Before we could do anything we wanted to without thinking of the consequences but now…there are going to be some nights we can't make it to work, the guys are going to finally catch up. You think it won't look fishy if we are BOTH off when it's the full moon.? Right now I am scared but I've faced reality, have you?"

"I'm not giving up." Grissom stared at Sara and waited for her reaction. There was none.

Inside Sara was boiling; the man could never get to grips with reality. There was no end anymore, before there was that little hope that they could get over this and move on with life but their little meeting with Johnny Maitland had ended that hope. There was nothing they could do now but wait, life had to keep going, they had to keep going, they had work to go to, criminals to catch.

Grissom gripped Sara's hand and squeezed it lovingly. "Sara honey, we don't know whether Johnny was telling the truth or not. We can't take his word for it. We could try and find Sherman Franklin that visited us in my office, I'd rather take his word for it rather than that sleazy pig."

Sara nodded. "I know, I'm just sick of it all, I want things to go back to the way they were."

"I'm sure I have his number somewhere, I'll find it and we can phone him and see what Sherman has to say…OK?"

Sara nodded gravely.

A woman's old croaky voice answered the phone. "Hello?"

Grissom cleared his throat. "This is Gil Grissom, I'm wondering if I could speak with a Sherman Franklin. He gave me his card in case I needed to phone him."

There was a sigh on the other end. "Certainly." There was silence on the phone for several moments. Grissom thought the woman had hung up on him.

"Mr Grissom?"

"Mr Franklin, Sara and i..we need your help."

There was coughing on the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry Mr Grissom, the coughing starts unexpectedly."

Grissom bit the inside of his cheek. "We…we being Sara and myself found the werewolf that turned us both."

"Ah..i see. And have you disposed of it?"

"That's the thing, when we were talking to him he smugly told us that eating the heart of the werewolf that bit you doesn't work."

"It's a he is it? What is his name?"

Sara nodded for Grissom to tell him. "Johnny Maitland, he runs a nightclub on The Strip."

Once again Mr Franklin had a bout of coughing. "Mr Grissom, this animal lies. Hunt him down; play him at his own game. You have a week to kill and eat his heart before the full moon. If you have anymore questions or a problem occurs, please do not hesitate to phone me again."

"Alright then, thank you Mr Franklin."

"Good luck Mr Grissom."

Grissom hung up and frowned at Sara. "We have a tough week ahead of us."

To Be Continued...

Well, that's another chapter finished. Another one will be posted very shortly. Reviews and criticisms welcomed.