Irrefutable

By: Manigault

Note: The lunatic is revealed. Let me know if it was obvious or if there was any surprise? Thanks.

Farfetched? Probably, but then it's fiction so I'm taking some poetic license here. g

Short chapter, but another one will follow soon.

As always, thank you for reading this story and for reviewing!

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It was perfect. His plan was flawless and the exceptional Gil Grissom would not be able to stop him. Leaning back in his desk chair, he stared at the display of monitors that allowed him to have a visual of his subjects.

Grissom and Lady Heather in the car, the one suffering from a severe headache that hit him after their last conversation, and the other concerned that the former would turn the car around and drive back to Vegas.

He wouldn't. Grissom would keep his promise to help Lady Heather.

"What an honorable man," he smirked.

Turning the sound down on that monitor, he focused on another monitor, his favorite, Sara Sidle. He remembered the first time he saw her in the hospital. She was there with a rape victim, a teenage girl. He had been visiting a collegue in the ER and she appeared like a ghost from the past. He had almost called out to her, but common sense had reigned him in at the last second. It wasn't hard to discover who she was, but then, when he realized who she worked with it had been alarming.

The alarm turned to intrigue when he followed Sara Sidle from work and saw who pulled into the garage beside her car. A new obsesssion had taken a grip on him and he spent the next three months planning. He bugged their cars and put the cameras inside both of their cars and the home they shared. The cell phones were trickier. He managed to gain access to both of their phones and from that point on he was invincible. He would destory Grissom and win Sara over to his side. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

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Grissom was nibbling on her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist as he stroked his fingers along her thighs and---. The sharp ringing of a cell phone broke into his movements and she mumbled for him to let it ring. When he didn't answer, she grumbled something unintelligble as she reached to the nightstand and found her fingers grasping air. Opening one eye she realized she was on the sofa and Grissom wasn't wrapped around her body.

Reality slammed into her chest and she gasped. The phone kept ringing. She stared at it in horror. Picking it up she saw the private number and didn't want to answer. Throwing it back onto the floor where she had left it she made her way to the bathroom and angrily turned the hot and cold water knobs on the tub, adjusting them until the temperature was to her liking.

Closing the door she reached for the radio and turned it up until she could block out the incessant ringing. She couldn't listen to that person right now. She didn't want to hear that distorted voice or the horrific laughter.

Sliding into the tub, she tried to concentrate her thoughts on Grissom and the way he made her feel. She wanted him back. Needed him back. Tears slid silently down her cheeks as she wondered if she would ever have him again.

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She wasn't answering the phone and it outraged him. How dare she ignore him. Gripping his own phone, he watched her relaxing in her bath tub. Another image of a bathroom crept into his mind and he pushed the memory aside. He told himself this was different. She was different. In the past months he had followed Sara, watched her when she wasn't inside the CSI building, and she hadn't met with any other men. She joked around with her co-workers, but he knew it was friendly banter. He wasn't insane.

He watched the tears run down her cheeks and his anger lessened, but only slightly. She was distraught because Grissom was with Lady Heather. He left her alone in Vegas to help out the other woman. Sara was the one that was wronged. He wanted to drive to her home and give her comfort. She was better than Grissom deserved. She was a better person than Debbie. Still, he had to teach her a lesson about the cost of ignoring him.

TBC