DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from 'CSI'. They're not my property.
Note: Because of some contents in the story, it was decided for the rating to jump to PG-13.
Grissom stood only a few feet away from the body of a young man spread out on the hot asphalt next to the open door of his car. "There's one here and another one in the room over there," he said and nodded towards the opened door of room 300.
"Double homicide?" Sara asked.
"Looks like it."
She entered the room shortly after to see a young woman – visibly the same age as the other victim – with her right wrist placed in a handcuff, lying face-down on the bed. Sara shook her head. "What is it about handcuffs that give rise to sexual excitement?" she said and began taking notes of the scene's state and any details worthy enough to be noted on paper.
"People get bored easily," Grissom spoke behind her.
"You're finished with vic number one already?" Sara smiled while writing down some of the noticed information about the female victim's body.
"I got here early," he said. Good excuse.
Sara turned around for a few seconds to look at him before returning to her work. "People need variety."
"You sound like that's new to you."
"It's not like I haven't had much… activity of that kind lately." She paused. It didn't appear like a good idea to go down that road. "Ok… nevermind that."
Grissom smirked. "I won't harass you for information, don't worry. So the second victim…"
"Shot twice in the back."
"Like our guy outside."
"Probably a customer."
"And you found that out h-… oh," he cut him self off when noticing the victim's clothes and some of her accessories on the nightstand.
"Another one with the degree in the oldest profession in the world," Sara said and glanced over at him.
"And a very unlucky one."
The analysis of the gathered evidence was interrupted when Greg came in with some of DNA results. "Semen found in the second victim was definitely Robertson's," he said and handed the sheet of paper to Grissom.
"So, he was partying on the side," Sara said and held up the small black whip.
"Oh, dirty Diana," Greg snickered before receiving unimpressed looks from both Grissom and Sara. "I'm going back to my cave now," he said quietly, and with a curled posture exited the room.
"Seems these two had quite the party here." Sara couldn't help but be unpleasantly impressed by the variety of erotic gadgets and other accessories that were recovered from the scene.
"Maybe Mrs. Robertson wasn't all that pleased by her husband's little adventure," he said and took the silky scarf.
"Did Brass find her yet?"
"No. She seems to be out of town for now."
"Sneaky," she replied sarcastically. "Seems women can tolerate an affair as long as there's no… love involved, most of them anyway… whilst men freak out when women perform adultery."
"Competitiveness, sense of possession, feeling threatened… the reasons vary."
"You observe well," she said that in a way as a teacher would to her pupil.
"And you're hilarious," with a raised eyebrow he replied.
"It was a scientific paper."
"Haven't read that one."
"It's older."
Grissom nodded to the side. "Seeing as this woman was a lady of the night… it got someone really angry nevertheless."
"Armed with a shotgun at that…"
"So, you've never used them?"
"Used what?"
"These," Grissom said and picked up the handcuffs for a brief moment.
Giving him and odd look, Sara was amazed at the absurdity of the question. "And I look like the type who'd enjoy that?"
Grissom smiled. "Short memory. Forgive me." He enjoyed teasing her.
"You talked to Catherine before coming in here, didn't you?"
Grissom's lips formed a mischievous smile. No further response was needed.
Sara shook her head. Of course there was no need.
"But, I agree with you on cuffs. I'm not a fan of them either."
"I'm certainly shocked," she spoke softly with a smile, trying to make her sarcasm a little less apparent. "So, you have old-fashion views on sex?"
Grissom looked up at her. "What do you think?"
"Ah, so there are still some of you left out there," Sara chuckled gently. She was indeed pleased.
"The world's always been sexually twisted. It's just more obvious nowadays."
"Obvious or not, it never fails to shock me."
"You and me both."
Sara's phone rang. "Yeah?... Aha… She is? Oh, ok. Thanks." She closed her cell and looked at him. "Turns out our second victim was also… a sales clerk."
"Guess we were wrong."
"Yes, we were."
"Look at this," Grissom brought the black silky scarf closer to Sara.
"Looks like she was blindfolded with it," Sara said when noticing the traces of make-up and other unidentified stains.
"I'll take this to Greg," Grissom said and quickly exited the room.
"I heard you two got quite the case," Catherine's low voice disturbed the brief silence of the room.
"In a way," Sara replied.
"Wow, looks like you've hit the jackpot here!" Catherine's amazement was sounded once her eyes landed on the displayed contents on the table.
"Yeah, aren't we lucky," Sara sounded less thrilled.
"Oh, I remember this one," Catherine said in a giggle as she took a jelled, long and narrow object. "Seems like this girl knew her equipment."
"And it's likely that one of these killed her."
"Better this than something else."
This brought Sara's gaze on Catherine. "You wanna switch cases?"
Catherine smiled. "Why?"
"You seem more into this than me."
"Don't tell me these scare you!"
"I haven't said that."
"Uncomfortable?"
"Haven't said that either."
"Especially with Grissom?"
Sara's eyes narrowed, trying to form some sort of a puzzled expression for her colleague.
"Some don't need words, Sara." Catherine giggled. "As for your tempting little offer… um…" she shook her head. "I can't. I promised Lindsay I'd take her to the zoo and… I owe her a day, you know?"
"Ok. Have fun," Sara grinned at her although slightly disappointed. She needed her peace.
"Thanks. Hope you and Grissom do, too," she spoke teasingly before leaving Sara by herself again.
"I shall start first off with the two hairs you found in the bathroom. Both belong to a third unknown," Greg said.
"Well, that's not really surprising."
"Next… your magic scarf. Mascara, eye-shadow, sweat and… blood."
"Blood?" Grissom took the report. "Thanks, Greg," Grissom nodded and almost bumped into Sara when he came in the hallway.
"Hey, what did you find?" Sara asked. Seeing as he wouldn't give her results any time soon, Sara leaned in closer to have a look of her own, trying to stay oblivious to the strange glance from Grissom. "Blood?"
"Y-es…" he spoke slowly, waiting for the young woman to move her head farther away from his again. Patience served him well when Sara returned to her original spot shortly after.
"So, either their little game went out of control, or the killer used the scarf to blindfold her."
"Mm." He looked over at her. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"All the way."
"Let's go back at the motel."
