I know a lot of you will say that this has taken WAY too long, so after two weeks of waiting, I have decided to wing it and post what I have. My friend Kenton, who was SUPPOSED to beta this for me (two weeks ago (not his fault his computer broke) told to post it and deal. So thats what I'm doing.
If GSRgirlforever gets back to me, I'll change this for the beta-ed version. Until then, you're stuck with my mistakes. Sorry.
*******************************************
The temperature in the room dropped dramatically as Grissom face turned to stone.
"Listen closely. Speak out of term and something bad might happen."
"What do you want?"
"You and your girlfriend have caused quite a stir. I'm simply trying to set things straight."
"'Set things straight?' What the hell does that even mean?"
"Better watch that mouth of yours Gil." There was some shuffling on the other side of the conversation, Leonard was speaking to someone else, followed by muffled cries of pain.
"Grissom!"
"Greg!"Sara's head spun so quickly everyone was momentarily concerned that she'd given herself whiplash.
"I'm sorry. I tried to tell you sooner, but he got to me first."
"Its not your fault, I should have come back sooner."
"Whatever you do, put Sara first alright? I'm not worth it, she is." Greg yelped as Leonard yanked him away from the phone.
"You and Sidle, Lake Mead in six hours or I start taking out the Las Vegas Nightshift."
The line went dead shortly before the phone crashed through the window.
"You should have played major leagues Gil."
"Not in the mood Terrance."
He screamed as he kicked the box/chair into the wall. Sara cowered behind Brass.
"Knock it off Gil, you're scaring Sara."
His chest heaved and his knuckles looked like they were about to piece through his skin as he fought for control against his rage. Once he returned to normal, he ran a shaky hand through his hair, staring at the floor.
"Leonard got to the team. He wants us in six hours or..."
No one wanted to finish that thought. Sara paled dramatically, curling in on herself as a heavy bout of sobs racked her body. Grissom and Heather rushed to her side instantly.
"This is my fault." Came her hushed whisper.
"We haven't done anything wrong, especially you honey." Dark blue eyes met tear filled chocolate ones.
"I pushed for this Griss. If I hadn't, we..."
"Would still be in the same position. You are one the smartest people I know Sara, you would still have figured it out. Nothing is going to happen you hear me? We're going to be okay."
Grissom didn't believe his own words. Sara cried into his shirt regardless.
There were no goodbyes.
Heather silently gathered their things as quickly as possible, packing them into Sara's overnight bag. Henry tried to talk his son out of hiss suicide mission.
"We don't another option here dad. I am not going to put the team in danger because of this."
"The only thing I hate about you kids is how much like your mother you both are. You're both so stubborn."
They embraced briefly, as did Grissom and Terrance. Brass attempted encouraging words with Sara but she hardly heard a word until he gave up. Grissom gently pulled her on to his back and, with a final glance, they disappeared.
*******************************************
The cool sea breeze ruffled Catherine's usually immaculately combed strawberry blond curls. Warrick subtly shifted closer as she shivered violently beside him. With Nick to his left and Greg a few feet to her right, frightened eyes frantically their surroundings, in search of their missing supervisor. Their captor eyed his watch with an evil smirk playing on his lips.
"Shame. I figured he cared more."
Ice cold hands ruffled dragged Greg to his feet by the roots of his hair. Ignoring the yells of protests and screams of pain, Leonard pulled him from the group before forcing him to his knees.
Every eye squeezed shut.
The loud cocking of a gun was the only thing anyone could hear.
"LEONARD!!!"
All heads swiveled towards two familiar silhouettes.
"If we had music we could start a party."
"Let them go Leonard, they have nothing to do with this."
"You started this Gil, I'm ending it."
Everyone watched in horror as a gunshot rang out...
***************************************************
Silence and the wind were all that filled the journey from Chicago to Vegas. Meters from the opening where they were to meet Leonard, Grissom came to a stop and slid Sara from his back. Only then was she braze enough to speak.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know, but I want you to promise me something. Whatever happens, I want you to run okay? Run and never look back."
"I'm not leaving you."
"If this goes badly, you wont have a choice."
Before he could react, Sara grabbed his head, kissing his lips with all the passion she could muster, which he was not slow to respond to. The faint clip of a gun caught Grissom's attention.
"We gotta go." Take her hand, they stepped out from their spot behind the trees.
"LEONARD!"
Every head appeared to be now staring at them. Leonard was smirking eerily.
"If we had music we could start a party."
"Let them go Leonard, they have nothing to do with this."
"You started this Gil, I'm ending it."
Everyone watched in horror as a gunshot rang out...
In the time it took everyone to blink, Grissom stood where Leonard had, Leonard lay a fair distance away. Shocked eyes followed as he quickly gained his footing again and in a blur landed a punch into Grissom's jaw.
Every blow was indistinguishable until Grissom lay on the ground. A foot repeatedly slammed into his stomach until his blood was coughed up on to the grass.
"Stop it! You're killing him!" Sara's screams were in vain as he stopped moving.
With incredible strength, Leonard carelessly tossed Gilbert Grissom's body over the cliff face.
"GRISSOM!"