Chapter 2

Investigate

Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to CBS

Rating: M

Grissom awoke to a new smell and feeling in his bed. As his looked down in his left arm was a curled up brunette sleeping soundly. He tried to roll over but his arm was pinned under her. Turning slightly he looked at his clock as it read 12:30 in the afternoon. 'So much for breakfast.' he thought. Just as he was about to settle back against Sara to continue to sleep he heard the annoying buzz of his pager going off.

"Figures." was all he managed to say as Sara began to awake.

"Mmmmm...hi sweetie. Sleep well. I never slept better." she said as she kissed his chest.

"Yes, I slept just fine, but we forgot breakfast." he replied.

"Not me I had a great breakfast." as she raised her head to look into his eyes.

A raised eyebrow was his only response. "I need my arm my pager is going off."

"Typical. We finally are able to tell or show each other how we feel and work calls in." She was obviously upset as she rolled over off his arm.

Grissom reached over and checked his pager. It was from Brass. A 419 with bugs. That's not what he was looking forward to today. Especially while he was lying in bed with a naked woman. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around her to pull her close. "I have to go. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you."

She just turned in his arms, smiled, and closed her eyes and said, "That's fine. I'm just going to go back to sleep. Maybe rummage through your fridge later, have a bath then get ready for work. I understand. There will be days when the both of us will be called in at the same time." Then she laid still and sighed.

Grissom kissed her hair, "I love you. I'll call you later." Then he got out of bed, and got dressed. Right before he walked out of the bedroom he glanced back over at her sleeping form. She was hugging his pillow inhaling his scent he left behind. He just smiled and proceeded out the door.

In about a half an hour Grissom met up with Brass just off the strip. The body was in one of the largest homeless gatherings in Vegas. About 60 of the homeless population resided in this area. Most were bad news.

"What have we got Jim?" asked Grissom as he approached the body.

"Male DB, no ID, no clothes, and I don't think he's a regular around here."

Grissom agreed noting that the man had nicely manicured fingernails, and from what appeared to be a recent hair cut. There were multiple lacerations and abrasions all over the body. Half of the mans nose was missing, apparently cut off. One ear was also gone along with several fingers and toes. Grissom reached out and opened the eyelids. "Well he's missing his eyes also." he said as he turned back to Jim.

Brass's expression was blank. He had see so much in his career that not much surprised him anymore. He glanced around noticing that some of the residents were beginning to stir. Continuing to look he then realized that one of the officers was missing. He got on his radio requesting more assistance. Grissom noticed this and began to look around. Something felt wrong. He worked fast taking pictures collecting the many bugs when he realized that this was a body dump.

"Brass he wasn't killed here. These insects are only found in wooded areas. He was placed here for a reason."

"And I think I know why. Are you carrying?"

"No, why." Grissom said as he looked up and noticed that about 25 homeless men were slowly approaching them from all sides. Some were commenting to the others about them being cops. Obviously some were ex-cons.

"Drop your things and get up. Backup will be here shortly." Brass said calmly.

Grissom slowly stood up and looked around for the other officers. "Brass where are the officers securing the scene?"

"Good question. I think they were the first to be taken out." he said as he slowly raised his gun toward to on comers. "I've only got 15 shots and there are at least 20 of them."

Then Grissom realized that he just might be killed out here. He silently began to pray. Something that he hadn't sone in years. Praying that for Sara's sake that he survived. And if he didn't that god gave her the strength to go on without him. Just as he heard the sirens coming the mob ran at them simultaneously. Brass began shooting as the crowd rushed them and it was useless. Within seconds they were toppled under the force of the men.

Both lay on the ground laying in the fetal position trying to protect their bodies. It seemed the kicking and beating went on forever. In reality it was only minutes when the arriving officers got to them. They started using night sticks to beat the attackers off, but were forced to start shooting as they were soon being attacked.

Soon it was over. The remaining few vagrants ran for cover and the offices let them go to attend to the Detective and CSI at the bottom of the pile. Brass was conscious and responsive. Grissom however was not so lucky.

Paramedics were soon on the scene. Brass was trying to see what was happening with Grissom. Struggling and fighting he caught a glimpse of his limp body being attended to by the EMT's.

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