Chapter 2

Notes: The long awaited second chapter (yeah right, but I can dream can't I?) Sorry it has taken me so long, I had some issues with the internet blah blah, so here you go! Some people were saying that this is a tad bit confusing, so I'm warning you now that it could cause some confusion for you!

Sara's POV

Greg seems fine when I approached him, in fact he doesn't even bother playing a mind game on me, and he must know I'm out on revenge for all the distress he has caused everyone. I must be the only one in the lab he hasn't played the trick on so far, or hasn't fallen for it.

"Hey Greg," I say leaning against the nearest table, as Greg busies himself setting up some more tests. "You got the results for me yet?"

He looks up an expression of surprise and concern cemented across his features.

"I gave them to Catherine, hasn't she given them to you?"

"Haven't seen her; in fact the last time anyone has seen her was coming out of here." I'm hoping this'll catch him out, maybe he'll be so concerned that he just outright confesses. But he shrugs; I guess that he is one step ahead of me.

"Oh she was just telling me to take a break, I've been having a weird feeling for a while- like some one is watching me you know?"

So this is what set everyone off, there is no way I'm falling for this. I'm not that gullible.

"Nope, never felt like that." I lie, sometimes I feel like that- but everyone does. Does this whole mind trick boil down to that? "So by any chance did you say you felt like that to Catherine?" He nods and so I hiss, immediately I can see he is worried.

"What?" He asks, leaning against the table beside me.

"Well, Cath has always had this weird feeling about that- paranoia- and now you've set her off on it again. This is bad." I look at him, and he's smirking, he hasn't took the bait at all.

"Seriously Sara, what is this about?"

I go to make some far-fetched lie up, but that is when I hear it, a squeal of delight? I jump slightly and look at Greg, is he behind this? But then I see the terrified expression on his face and I know he wasn't expecting that just as much as I was.

"Did you just hear that?" I ask shakily, and he gulps and nods slowly. "What was it?"

"It sounded like a scream." Greg said, trying to remain composed, except he is failing because the fear is present in his eyes.

"A delightful scream." I correct him, and he doesn't bother to say anything else. We are both as confused as one another. "I've felt like I'm being watched plenty of times- in fact sometimes I swear I hear people saying 'cut' but never have I heard screams." I have to admit it now, things are getting slightly scary.

"I know, that is what I've been saying, and Nick has felt it too."

"So has Catherine." I add, and he smiles.

"I'm not mad then!"

"I wouldn't quite say that." And Greg laughs at that, I feel more relaxed.

Then we both hear it.

"This is such a Sandles moment! I'm so writing a fiction about it!"

Grissom's POV

I don't know why but the team is acting odd today, they aren't focused on the job in hand. In fact I think they aren't actually thinking about anything as they normally would. They seem spooked, fixated on something else. Something strange from what I can make out.

Sara and Greg are talking rapidly to Nick, whose face is draining quickly of colour as they tell him their strange and elaborate tale. Catherine is slumped in her chair something chronic; in fact it seems as if she is hiding from the world.

Is it only Warrick and myself that are acting normally today?

Apparently so, because when I call for their attention, the only one that is actually paying any attention to me is Warrick. So whatever is going on has happened in the lab tonight while we were working a scene.

"Can I grab your attention from whatever it is for two seconds?" I say more forcefully, but it works as all eyes are fixated on me. "Thank you, as I was saying Brass was…" I watch as Catherine slopes further into her seat and almost vanishes beneath the table, Nick rubs his arms and Sara and Greg glance at one another.

"Before I continue would someone care to tell me what chemical has been spilt?"

Greg shrugs, that is certainly odd- normally there would be some comical addition to my attempt of humour.

"So then, what is with the erratic behaviour?"

"We aren't acting odd." Catherine says from somewhere underneath the table.

"Of course you aren't." Warrick says rolling his eyes at his team members.

"Do you ever feel like someone is watching you?" Greg asks, I'm not sure whether he is directing it at Warrick or me, after all he is glancing over his shoulders a lot.

"Sometimes, especially while here working."

"Yes, but it is the subconscious mind playing tricks upon ourselves. If this is all a sudden case of contagious paranoia I will put you all in to see the department psychologist."

"What if you hear things?" Nick asked, "Is that paranoia?"

Did I just hear Nick right? Is my hearing going again?

"Who of you has heard things that cannot possibly be from this office?" I'm surprised as every hand rises. But if I think about it, I've heard voices; maybe the stress is getting to us. "Maybe we do need to get the department psychologist down here."

"No Gris! We aren't going crazy there is something going on here!" Sara protests, I raise one eye brow at her- but she doesn't explain herself. Everyone nods, they can't all be cracking under the pressure; after all I don't feel stressed and sometimes I hear a voice, a female voice that is unexplainable.

I go to say something, but I'm cut off by a whining voice.

"I haven't seen this one! Please, just let me watch it."

That is it; I am booking us in for group therapy.

A/N: Want to know what is happening to the CSI's? Do not fret! There is a final (short) chapter.