A/N: Yes, I know, sorry! A lot's been going on, coursework, christmas, and I couldn't be bothered to write for a while, I'm trying not to follow the scripts as much, but it's hard not to, so stick with me!
Hidden Emotions
Chapter sixteen
It was a few months later, Grissom, Sara, and Warrick were working on a case that was proving hard to close: An apartment had been found covered in blood, the last person living it had claimed it was all his blood, from nosebleeds. They had gotten a sample of his blood, sprayed from his nose, and had compared it to a photo from the crime scene, it was the same.
"Oh great, our big murder's a nosebleed" Sara sighed.
"Oh, not necessarily" Greg said while walking into the room, he had a sheet of paper with test results from the lamp from the apartment. "Sample from nosebleed's lamp. It's not his blood. And I don't know who's blood it is, but the amelogin cam back with something pretty interesting. XX"
"Female blood" Warrick said.
"Mh-hmm"
"Our guys girlfriend is still missing" Sara said.
"Two things which may have nothing to do with each other" Grissom said, he hadn't intended to look at Sara as he said it, but he had.
"Or everything" She said, looking back at him. She walked out of the room with Warrick, leaving him thinking.
About half an hour later Grissom and Sara had returned to the apartment, looking for any evidence that their guy had committed a crime. They had been looking for about five minutes when they heard buzzing.
"How many flies do you count in this room?" Grissom asked.
Sara focused on the flies, trying her best to count them."Fifteen, give or take"
"I counted four on my first walk-through"
They both noticed mess around the room, mainly the refrigerator and wall.
"Fly spots. Regurgitations" Sara said.
Grissom grabbed a chair and stood on it near the wall, he tested the fly spot with his finger, it came off on his finger. "Fresh. Problem is, flies don't feast on dry blood"
"Place is sealed, and they don't spontaneously generate"
"So they're feeding on fresh blood, could be a rodent though, or bad garbage" Grissom suggested.
"Or it could be something higher up the food chain, like Allison Scott"
They started searching for the source.
"The preponderance of flies is in this room" Grissom said.
"They can egress a space less than .001 centimetres" Sara replied
They ended up back to back, both trying to control themselves, once again unaware of the others feelings. Sara spotted the source. "Behind you. Vent."
Grissom turned around, looking over Sara's shoulder, flies were swarming in the vent high up on the wall.
After a while, they had been searching more, Grissom had found a beetle that could break the case and was waiting for the results from Greg.
"Excuse me" Greg said.
"Yeah"
"Silphid beetle, test for presence of human DNA" Greg handed Grissom the test results, exhausted, and sat down on a chair across the desk.
"Is this definitive?" Grissom said, alarmed.
"Yes, sir"
He grabbed his jacket and hurried out of the office, he found Warrick and Sara in the locker room.
Sara looked at the door to find Grissom hurrying in.
"Did we get our warrant?"
"The beetle was full of human DNA, Brass got us a judge"
Warrick nodded and grabbed a big hammer, "Let's go knock down some walls"
Later on, they had began knocking down the walls in their crime scene, only to find Alison Scott alive when Brass turned up with her. They had decided to try next door, the vent the flies were in was shared.
They were standing in the managers apartment, which the vent was shared with.
"Scented candles, huh?" Grissom remarked
"Food went rotten wanted to cover up the smell" The manager, Stu Evens, shrugged it off as if it was nothing, he was clearly nervous.
"You've re-plastered this wall recently?" Sara asked, looking at the walls.
"I had rain damage, funnelled down, wrecked a five-foot area"
"Huh" Sara nodded.
Grissom began taking a framed picture down from the wall. "You wouldn't mind if I uh... Examined your vent, would you?"
At that moment Brass entered the apartment holding a warrant. "You don't have to ask his permission, I got a new warrant that covers his apartment" He looked at Stu, "Your wife being missing put it over. Funny you didn't mention that before." He handed Stu the warrant which he read whilst Grissom and Sara set up a small ladder to reach the vent.
"Did you know that your apartment shares heating ducts with the apartment next door?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah, me and Cliff were always fighting about the temperature. So what?"
Grissom looked back through the vent. "Sara?"
"Yeah?"
He got down from the ladder while Sara grabbed the hammer, they started ripping the wall down.
"Hold up, hold up, hold up" She stopped Grissom as he was about to knock more of it down. Sara reached into the wall and pulled out a blanket, a white one. "Alklyd. There's blood on it"
Stu stared horrified, he thought he had hidden it well. "Damned CSI" He thought
"And Dermastidae Masculatus" Grissom added.
"That's Latin for "You're hiding a dead body" Sara said simply.
Stu looked from one person to the other, not knowing what to say.
"What's the matter? Didn't you realise how bad a corpse can smell so you just decided to move it around the place?" Brass asked in his usual, sarcastic voice.
"You can tell us where the body is, or we can, uh... Tear your place apart piece by piece. Whichever"
"I have nothing to hide" Somehow he had managed to find his voice, and lie, again.
"Either way I know we'll find a corpse, personally, I prefer to have fun" Grissom replied. He was confident he was hiding something.
Stu shrugged and walked out of his apartment.
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They had began knocking down the walls and so far, they had nothing. Warrick knocked on the section of wall he was about to tear down and found a hollow section. "I got a hollow section"
"Let's open it up!" Grissom and Sara walked over to where Warrick was.
Warrick cut into the wall, peeled it open. An ironing board fell from the wall, they all got a slight shock and Grissom's anger was getting higher by the second.
"Damn! Are we in the wrong apartment again?"
"I don't know, I don't mind being wrong, I just don't think I am this time" Trying to control his anger he took a deep breath. "Okay... Start on the floorboards, I'm going outside" He walked out of the apartment, Warrick and Sara watching him. Sara sighed and looked over to Warrick, who gave her a sympathetic smile.
"Go on, go and see how he is, I'll start on the floorboards without you" Warrick told her, knowing she cared for him.
Grissom was walking around the apartment complex, breathing heavily, he leaned against the wall and tried to control himself, Sara walked out of the apartment and over to him.
"You okay?" She asked softly.
"Ninety-five" He told her.
Sara had a look of confusion on her face, "Excuse me?"
"Normally my pulse rate is seventy, when it gets to ninety-five I realise how mad I am. I-I have ten people working around the clock on this thing." He was talking very fast, she could tell he was blaming himself for this.
"You're too hard on yourself" She told him, smiling slightly.
"No, no, I'm not mad at me, there's a body in there and that guy knows where it is!" He was almost shouting by now.
"What's your pulse at now?" She asked, smiling, she knew he had just let it all out.
He sighed and pulled his cap further down his head.
Sara thought for a moment. "You.. Want to take a walk around the block?" She asked.
Grissom sighed. "No"
That hit her, he had rejected her offer.
"Clear your head..." She tried again.
"I'm fine" She knew from her own experience that he wasn't, but she wasn't going to push it.
"Okay" She said gently. Before realising what she was doing she had her hand on his cheek, his eyes had been closed, but they shot open at her surprisingly intimate action, she rubbed it slightly, surprised at the softness of his skin. Their eyes met and so much was said in those few seconds. She reluctantly pulled her hand away and shrugged. "Chalk, from plaster"
"Oh" He rubbed the back of his hand on his cheek and looked at it. No plaster. He looked at her again and she looked away.
"Better go wash up" She said softly. They walked back inside.
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Grissom was in the apartment bathroom about to wash his hands, he turned on the hot water and nothing came out. He furrowed his brows slightly and tried the cold water. It worked. He turned the water off and tried the hot again. Still nothing. He wondered if there was a possible connection.
"Hey Brass, when did 'The Shnoz' say he lost his hot water?" Grissom asked as he came out of the bathroom.
"He wasn't exact" Brass replied.
Grissom looked at Stu Evens. "You, uh, have no pressure for your hot water"
"I got a plumber coming on Saturday"
"Well, you know, my Uncle Herb was a plumber, I might be able to help. Where's your installation" "Seriously, Uncle Herb?" He thought to himself.
"In the basement, but really, I got a plumber coming".
When they reached the basement Grissom checked the filtration system, he knocked on it and it sounded full, which wasn't possible because they only ever had about eight inches of water in the bottom. He opened the tank and the smell hit them. Stu Evens wife was in the tank, covered in slyphid beetles.
"Not enough candles in the world" Brass sighed.
"She nagged me" Stu said, as if it was an acceptable reason.
Grissom turned to look at Stu, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "She nagged you?"
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A few hours later Grissom was sitting on his sofa, the TV was on but he wasn't taking any notice of it. He was thinking about Sara, the way she touched him, the way the heat from that touch flew through his body. He had to stop thinking about her like that, he was her supervisor, he was fourteen years older than her, she would never want to love someone like him. Even though all he saw in her eyes during that one moment was love and affection. He sighed. He had to do something about it.
A/N: Okay, let me know what you think, I'll try to write more without the scripts, unless you guys want me to continue writing the way I am, so let me know! I'll try and get back on track with this but like I said, a lot's been going on lately.