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Chapter Ten

She stood in the doorway, leaning against the wood frame as Greg got up from the couch and walked towards her. Her right arm was behind her back, hiding the weapon from his view. Meg's fingers were numb from the cold of the make-shift dagger. She flexed her fingers, trying to keep the blood flowing through them.

He stood in front of her, a smile on his face. There was something so captivating about his smile, something so amazing that Meg found her resolve faltering. Her fingers relaxed.

Do it NOW, commanded the ever present demon in Meg's mind. Her fingers tightened once more around the weapon. Her mind was made up. There was no going back now.

Greg placed a hand on the doorframe and leaned against it.

"So," he said, his charming smile turning into a smirk, "if I kiss you again are you going to break down in tears?"

"You'll just have to try and see." Meg replied, returning his smirk. Greg chuckled and leaned in. Instinctively, Meg's muscles tensed, ready.

"Damn it!" Nick closed his phone. "He's not answering."

In the break room, four anxious CSIs sat, waiting to hear the outcome of Meg's arrest. And whether or not Greg was alright.

Leaning against the wall, Sara shook her head.

"I knew that something was up with Meg," she said to no one in particular, "but you guys just brushed it off. And now look what's happening. Greg could get killed all because nobody would listen to me. And-"

"Sara, shut up. Okay. Just shut the hell up." Nick snapped. All eyes turned on to him, surprised at his outburst. "We're all worried about Greg," he continued, "but who's to say that he's even her target, or if she even has a target right now."

"Don't be stupid, Nick," Sara said, her nostrils flaring slightly in irritation. "She and Greg have been spending all their time together. It's obvious that he's her next victim. And if you guys had just listened to me-"

"Enough." Catherine stepped in between the two. She put up her hands as if to ward off any attack. "We don't know what's going on, and going at each other's throats is not a good idea right now. We need to remain calm and wait for Grissom's call."

Grissom's call. The words hung in the air. They all knew what that call would hold. Either he would tell them to go back to work, or to come to Meg's apartment and process a crime scene. None of them wanted the latter to be the answer.

He kissed her. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing her up against the doorframe, Greg kissed her with all the passion that was inside of him. He wanted Meg to know exactly how he felt about her. He wanted her to know the love that resided within him. The love that he had for her.

Her left hand was entwined in his hair, pulling Greg's mouth tighter against her own, while her right was pinned behind her back. Their tongues battled in an erotic duel, one that would not end swiftly.

It felt so right. The way that they kissed, the way that Meg's leg had hooked itself around Greg's knees and pulled him close, the way that her hand was running through his hair. It felt so perfect. Like it was supposed to be like this.

His chest burned and his lungs begged for air, but Greg could not bring himself to pull away. He wanted more; more of Meg, more of their closeness. More. And he felt like he would never get enough of it, whatever ITwas.

Meg's hand slid to his chest, pushing him gently away. Their lips pulled apart reluctantly. He looked at Meg, her lips parted as she panted for breath. God she looked so sexy right then. It was all Greg could do not to recapture her lips.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed, gently running a finger down her cheek. Greg thought that he saw a flicker of pain and sadness pass over Meg's eyes. But as soon as he saw it, the look was gone; replaced by lust and passion.

Meg pushed Greg towards the living room, her eyes filled with a feral lust. Greg could feel his heart pounding against his ribs. Was this going where he thought it was going? God did he hope so.

He fell onto the couch, Meg landing atop him; her body pressing against his in all the right places. His eyes were glued to hers, and he noticed something. Something very different from the Meg he knew. It was as if her eyes- despite the way passion there- had hardened. This wasn't the Meg that he had been looking at only moments before. This was not the same Meg that had fell, crying, into his arms. Something inside her had changed; as if she had become a completely different person.

"Meg-"

"Shh." She placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. Her breath tickled his ear as she leaned down and gently bit at his earlobe.

"Don't talk," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. Hot desire surged through Greg. He was kinda starting to like this new Meg.

She kissed him, biting his lower lip gently and driving Greg insane with want. His hands rested on her hips, moving up under her shirt to rest on her heated skin. She took both his hands in her left hand, her slim fingers wrapping around his wrists. Slowly, she moved his arms so that she now held them above his head. Greg wanted to touch her again, but Meg was stronger than she looked, and she kept his hands trapped on the arm of the couch. Her lips moved from his and traveled down his neck, sucking gently on his Adam's apple before moving to the open collar of his shirt and kissing the skin revealed there. Greg's pulse raced. He wanted more. No. He needed more.

There. She had him right where she wanted him.

Meg could feel Greg's arousal beneath her. He wanted her, badly. But he couldn't have her. Before long he would be dead and nothing but a distant memory to Meg.

She gripped the ice tightly behind her back. It begged to be freed, to do its damage. It screamed for the blood of the man beneath her. Soon, she promised it. Soon you can have what you want. But first, I must have what I want.

Meg released Greg's wrists and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, her kisses following the path of skin as his shirt fell open. His skin was smooth beneath her lips, and his muscles rippled under her touch. An evil smirk passed over her lips.

Yes, she had him right where she wanted him. Soon, very soon, it would be time.

What am I doing? The thought sprang into her mind, causing Meg to hesitate. This isn't me. I'm not evil!

Yes you are! Screamed her inner demon. You are no longer Meg: sweet and innocent girl-next-door. You are Meg: the woman who will not hesitate to kill.

"Meg?" Greg's worried tone and questioning gaze broke through her conflicted thoughts.

She smiled, hoping to appease him.

"I'm fine." She assured him. Though she knew she was far from it.

The squad cars screeched to a halt in front of Meg's apartment building.

"We go in quietly." Brass ordered. "I don't want her tipped off to our presence. Grissom, I'll call you in-" Brass didn't finish his statement. He didn't have to. Both he and Grissom knew what he meant. Brass would call him in only if there was a crime scene. Only if Greg had been killed.

Meg knew that the time had come. This was it. The moment was right now. Greg's defenses were down and there was no going back.

Her fingers tightened around the dagger. Her pulse pounded in her ears like a roaring ocean. Pure adrenaline flooded her veins. Though she denied she was evil, Meg could never stop that flow of adrenaline; that unadulterated rush that always came before the kill.

She pulled back so that she could look him in the face. That was one of the rules; she had to look them in the eyes as she killed them.

But as she looked at Greg, guilt seeped in. and a sorrow so strong it was all she could do not to break down in tears.

Greg's eyes bored into hers. He knew there was something wrong. Meg didn't bother to bring up her emotionless mask. She wanted him to know the truth.

"I'm so sorry, Greg." She whispered as she drew her right arm from behind her back and lifted the weapon over her head. Greg's eyes widened. Fear and surprise and hurt all fought for dominance within his gaze. Meg bit her lip. This was it. She was about to kill the man that she loved. Her hand trembled as she held the dagger above her, readying for the plunge. She could already see where his skin would be torn and the blood would pour out. She could see it as clearly as if the deed was already done.

Do it, she ordered herself.

Meg allowed one solitary tear to slid down her cheek before she brought her hand down.

Dun dun dun. Ooh, what's gonna happen to poor Greg-o? Don't you all just hate it when I write cliffhangers? Lol. Anyways, please review and tell me what you thought. The more reviews I get, the faster the update.