From the Author: (that's me *waves*:) People might get the impression that I hate Grissom after reading this chapter, but for the courts clarification I do not. Grissom is my favorite CSI. (just like he is everyone's, don't deny it you know he's your favorite!) I have always been irritated by the good guys never getting hurt. (especially after Walker Texas Ranger didn't get shot. GRRRRRRRRRR! The bullet that could have ended it all:) So I think something in my mind snapped and I became the demented author of what you are about to read.
I also want everyone to know that, despite the impression that you may get from this story,I HATE RAPE. I think that anyone who would force another person, no matter age, race, creed, or sex, into such an unspeakable act should have their whatever's cut off (depending on gender of the offender.) and I mean it with all of the sincerity of my heart.
Also, this story has a message. That, (1) There are consequences for every action we make or take and we will either suffer those consequences or take pleasure in them. (2) When we have done something good and we know that we are in the right, but we suffer because of it anyways, we should not give up. We can not give up. If we quit because we have been harmed for doing the right thing than evil prevails in the end. (3) We cannot always go it alone. Sometimes we must depend on the strength of our family and friends to pull us out of the depths.
For some reason this is a story that has been in my mind for a while and needs to be expressed so I hope you understand. I'm not making promises but I have a very strong feeling that this may be my only story that goes this far. Peace out. -Esther
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Warning: This chapter gets very sexually graphic and contains some naughty words. Lock your doors, close you curtains, mothers make your children leave the room. MOONSTARER!!! Get out your flashlight!!!
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Chapter Seven
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Catherine had burst through the door carrying a police file folder in her hand and an excited expression on her face. She had obviously run to Greg's hospital room and Jim wondered if she had bolted up the stairs rather than wait for the elevator.
"Cath, what is it?" Sara asked hurriedly.
"We," She took a deep breath. "Have a lead."
She quickly opened the manila folder and spread its contents on the bedside table for them all to see.
On the very top sat a police photo. Greg looked at the picture of Cronk and began to panic. His chest tightened and it became a struggle to breathe. He couldn't take his eyes away from the ones in the picture. The others looked at him and each of them were sure that he was going to hyperventilate.
Catherine quickly closed the file, hiding the picture. Greg laid back on the bed and squeezed his eyes shut. Sara took his hand and he held it tightly, not wanting to let go.
"Greg, have you seen him before?" Catherine asked after a long moment had passed.
"Not his face." His voice was shaky, like he would burst into tears at any moment. Then he whispered. "His eyes."
Silence filled the room as his three friends exchanged worried looks with each other.
"Was he one of your kidnappers, Greg?" Sara gently inquired.
Greg didn't speak, only nodded his head.
"How did you find this?" Jim asked as he turned to Catherine.
"I figured you would probably be here for a while, so I decided to start running the evidence myself." She explained. "Gil's phone was in Greg's bag of stuff so I dusted it for prints. There were only partials, but it was enough to make a positive match."
"Who is he?" Sara asked, her curiosity peaked once again.
Catherine picked up the folder and opened it.
"His name is Rubin Denalgio." She paused to look at one of the file pages. "He was convicted of murder ten years ago when he killed a man in an illegal, underground street fight."
She looked back up at their waiting faces.
"Gil was the lead CSI on the case. At the sentencing several people heard him yell that he was going to get even with Grissom. He got out four months ago." She closed the folder. "We're checking his most recently known address and any priors and Ecklie put out an APB."
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They had offered to stay with him, but Greg had insisted that he would be fine and they should go home and get some sleep. He said that he was tired and they would only sit and watch him sleep anyway, which would creep him out. They said their goodbyes, told him to get well and promised to be back tomorrow.
Jim and Sara sat in the front seat of his car and waved to Catherine as she stood at her front door. She waved in return and shut the door. Jim backed the car out of the driveway and started back down the road.
"You want to go home?" He inquired.
She sighed and looked out the window.
"I really don't want to be alone." She whispered.
He looked at her then back at the road ahead of him. He reached over and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Okay." Was his soft reply. "Why don't we stop at your place so you can get a few things and you can stay at my house as long as you need. You can have my spare room."
She looked back at him, a tear in her eye. The whole ordeal had been incredibly difficult for her to handle and his loving support and kindness had touched her deeply.
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Jim had chuckled when Sara told him their destination and drove to Gil's townhouse. He guessed he just wasn't used to the idea yet and wondered why not, as it seemed so natural. After arriving, she let them into the house and told Jim to make himself comfortable.
She went down the hallway to the bedroom and pulled a duffel bag out of the closet. She packed several pairs of pants and shirts. Then she packed socks and underwear. After getting what she needed from the bathroom she sat down on her side of the bed.
She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. She looked over at the picture on the night stand. She and Gil were cuddled together in a restaurant booth, happy smiles plastered to their faces. She remembered the pleasant, older waitress that had gladly taken the picture for them. It had been their third and last date. After leaving the restaurant he took her back to her apartment and walked her to her door. He had asked if he could give her a kiss goodnight and she giggled at his politeness and nodded her head. What had started out as an innocent kiss had ended with them making passionate love in her bed. It had been the first of many times for them, but it was the one that she cherished most in her memory.
She picked up the oak framed picture and cradled it on her lap. She ran her finger across his glass encased face and felt the lump forming in her throat again. She looked out the window as tears came again. Jim cleared his throat to announce his presence. She looked back at him then turned back to look out the window.
He walked around the end of the king size bed and sat down beside her. He looked at her for a moment then down at the picture. He gently took it out of her hands and smiled as he studied it closer.
"You're a good looking couple." He commented.
She looked down at the picture and a sad smile formed on her face, only to disappear completely a moment later.
"God, I hope he's still alive." She choked out.
He set the picture down on the bed behind him and grabbed her in a hug. She melted into his embrace and cried until his jacket was soaked with her tears.
As her crying began to subside once again he gently rubbed her back.
"It's okay, kiddo, we'll get through this." He choked back his own tears, he needed to be strong for her. "You're not alone."
He wanted to tell her that everything would be alright. He wanted to tell her that they were going to bring Gil home, safe and sound. He couldn't bring himself to say things that he wasn't sure that he, himself, believed. He thought about Gil and desperately willed him to still be alive.
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They had driven to Jim's house and after showing her around he helped her make the spare bed in his guest room.
"So, um." He looked around the small room as if trying to remember what he had wanted to say. "If you need anything, just ask. If you can't find it yourself." Another pause. "And, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. You know what they say mi casa, su casa."
He offered her a smile which was returned, even though it was forced.
"Thank you, Jim." She became serious. "For everything."
He walked over to where she stood and stopped in front of her. He cupped her face with his hands and gently kissed her forehead.
"You're like the daughter that I always wanted, Sara."
She was truly touched by the comment and gave him a hug which he happily returned.
"You try to get some sleep, okay?" He smiled as he let her go.
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He hadn't wanted to wake her. He figured that if she was asleep she hadn't been for very long, but he wanted to let her know that he was leaving for work soon and he didn't want to leave her without a vehicle as she had left hers at the lab when they had all rushed off to Moapa Valley. He lightly knocked on the door three times. No answer so he tried again.
"Sara." He said through the door.
"What?"
Her unexpected presence at the end of the hall startled him slightly but he didn't let it show.
"I thought you were sleeping."
"No, I couldn't." She smiled sadly.
"Oh," He wanted to change the subject. "I'm heading into work, but you can stay here if you like. I just didn't want to leave you without a car."
"No, thanks, I'd rather be at the lab."
"Okay." He smiled.
He walked over and motioned to the cereal bowl she was holding.
"What did you find?"
"Oh, um," She looked down at the contents of the bowl. "I found some rock road ice cream in your freezer."
"Ohhh," Jim whined teasingly. "You took the rest of my rocky road?"
She chuckled and held up her hand.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, I'll stop by the store after shift and buy you a new box."
He laughed and shook his head.
"Rotten kids." He mumbled as he walked past her.
She playfully swatted his arm.
He stepped into the kitchen and was grateful to see that she had started a pot of coffee. She sat down at the table and set the bowl in front of her. She poked and prodded at its contents, pushing it around the bowl, before half-heartedly spooning a portion into her mouth.
Jim pulled his travel mug out of the cupboard and set it on the counter next to the coughing coffee pot. He opened the fridge and took the first step in his quest for food.
"What am I going to eat?" He teased and gave her a sideways glance. "Seeing that what I was going to have is gone."
She tried to hide her smile and failed.
He took out the first bowl he saw and pulled off the lid. The green hair that completely covered the top of whatever had previously occupied the bowl made his face twist in a disgusted scowl. He snapped the lid back down and tossed it back into the fridge. He opened two more bowls with similar results and those too were tossed back onto the shelf. With a heavy sigh he gave up his search and closed the door.
"I guess I need to clean out my fridge." He commented wryly.
"Yeah," Again she tried to hide her smile and did a little better this time. "I was admiring your penicillin garden earlier."
He tried to hide his own smile.
"Hardy, har, har." His voice was not without humor.
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The ride to the lab had been silent for the most part. It wasn't awkward, just that neither of them felt like speaking. They parted their ways at the front desk and Jim went straight to his office. He sat down behind his desk and rubbed his tired face. He hadn't been able to sleep for more than an hour or two and adding the recent stress on top of that he knew this was going to be a long shift.
He looked up when someone knocked at the door. He saw the short, petite red head standing on the other side of the glass door and motioned for her to come in. She walked through the door and stopped in front of his desk, holding out a small, brown envelope.
"This just came by courier for you, captain."
"Thanks, Judy."
He reached out and took the envelope from her and she abruptly turned and left without saying another word. She wasn't the social type, he quietly thought to himself.
He looked the envelope over. It was a standard envelope with a single, white label on the front. Printed on the label was his name and the address for the lab. Nothing else. He ripped off the end and tipped it upside down. Out fell a small computer disk and typed note. He opened the small piece of paper.
To Captain Brass and the CSI's of the graveyard shift,
This is for your eyes only. -A friend of Grissom.
Jim flipped the small disk over and he truthfully had no idea what it was about. He pulled out his cell phone and sent a text message to Catherine, Sara, Nick and Warrick asking them to meet him in the AV lab right away.
Five minutes later he walked through the sliding glass door of the AV lab and was surprised to see Greg standing there with them.
"Greg, what are you doing here?"
"They released me an hour ago and Cath picked me up." He smiled. "I just wanted to come to the lab and see how things were going."
"So, Brass, what's up?" Nick asked, his voice laced with anticipation.
"Yeah, your text sounded urgent." Catherine added.
Jim looked over their faces then settled on Archie's. The young, Asian man looked at him curiously from under his black mop top.
"Archie, why don't you take a break." Jim said.
"Okay." He replied hesitantly, looking slightly hurt.
Archie walked to the door and was stopped by Jim.
"I'll let you know when we're through."
Archie only nodded and shut the door behind him before going to the break room.
Once the door was shut Jim turned back to the others and pulled the disk and note out of his coat pocket.
"I just got these by courier." He explained."
They each looked at the note in turn and Nick took the disk and inserted it into the computer drive.
"It has a video on it." He said after the data loaded onto the computer.
He clicked the play button on the screen which cued the video to start and they all watched intently.
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Gil had been sitting in his confinement for what had to have been hours. Having no window in the small room and the bright, overhead light on constantly made it impossible for him to know what time of day that it really was. He had managed drift into a restless sleep and when he heard the door opening he startled from his troubled slumber and quickly sat upright, bringing fresh pain to his tongue which made him groan loudly. He desperately hoped that they were not coming back to torture him more, but when he heard the three of them enter his hopes fell and he tried to ready himself for what might come.
Rubin Denalgio stepped in front of Gil, almost straddling his legs. And began running his fingers through Gil's hair. Gil tried to turn away but Denalgio grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back to face forward. His face contorted in pain.
"I like a little fight." His voice was gruff. "It's more challenging that way."
He looked at Bonzo who stood behind Gil and held out his hand.
"Give me the gag and hold his head."
Bonzo passed the object to Denalgio and grabbing two handfuls of Gil's hair he pulled Gil's head back and held him still. Denalgio held it up for Gil to see. It was two leather straps with a fairly large steel ring in the center. Gil tried to struggle but it only increased the pain in his scalp. Denalgio stepped forward so that he now straddled Gil's legs with his bulging groin pressed firmly against Gil's shirtless chest.
Gil looked up at his hate filled eyes and he his whole body began to shake. Denalgio backhanded him hard across the face and forced his jaws apart until Gil thought they would surely dislocate. He removed the clip from Gils tongue and dropped it into his pocket. Then he pushed the ring into Gil's mouth, setting it behind his teeth, and hooked the straps behind Gil's head.
Bonzo unhooked the shackles from the back of the chair and pushed Gil to his knees. Pain surged through his left leg when that knee hit the floor and Gil cried out in pain. Bonzo again grabbed his hair, holding him upright when he almost toppled over.
He suddenly realized what was going to happen and panic flooded over him. He struggled to get back onto his feet but Bonzo's strong hold kept him on his knees. Denalgio unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, releasing his engorged and throbbing member. Gil's eyes widened with terror as Denalgio took the step forward to close the gap and replaced Bonzo's grip on Gil's hair with his own.
"I told you that I would get even with you, Grissom." He said as he turned Gil's face up to look him in the eye.
Gil struggled desperately to close his mouth but it was impossible to do. Denalgio rammed his cock through the ring and into Gil's mouth until his nose was pressed firmly against his belly and the head hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag. Denalgio laughed sadistically.
"You throw up on me, shit head, and you'll be sucking one of these permanently."
Bonzo joined in the laughter, but Shelling stood off to the side and looked eerily calm.
Denalgio, while still maintaining his iron grip on Gil's hair, forced Gil's head back and forth over his cock. Every time he hit Gil in the back of the throat he had to force himself not to gag. Gil squeezed his eyes shut and tried to put himself in a different place. He thought of Sara. He tried to remember what she felt like. What she smelled like. What she tasted like. He desperately tried to remember what she tasted like.
As Denalgio's moans of pleasure filled the small room Gil tried to shut those out too. Now he found himself trying to remember what Sara sounded like. He tried to imagine himself pleasuring her not this sick, twisted fuck who stood before him now, abusing him in ways he had never imagined in his worst nightmares. Silent tears began to course their way down his cheeks as he waited for his abusers climax.
Finally he exploded in Gil's mouth, causing him to gag again and almost lose it this time. He pulled out and let go of Gil's hair. Gil dropped his head and the hot cum, mixed with his own saliva, drooled out of his mouth and onto his chest. He sat back on his heels and tried to catch his breath as the sickening mixture dribbled down over his stomach and pooled on his pants. He wasn't allowed time to recuperate. Bonzo switched places with Denalgio and used Gil in the same, rough manner.
As Gil sat for the second time, letting the excretion dribble from his mouth, Shelling circled around him and came to a stop in front of him. Gil slowly shook his head as he looked down at Shelling's shoes. He desperately wanted to beg him not to do what they had done, but even if he could talk he wouldn't have said anything for fear of them inducing an even worse punishment. He hadn't forgotten their rules. He would resist them but he wouldn't provoke them. As he sat there panting for breath and trying to regain some of his strength Shelling took Gil's chin and lifted his head.
"Look at me." He ordered.
Gil reluctantly lifted his downcast eyes to meet Shelling's. Shelling caressed Gil's face.
"This is just the beginning, Mister Grissom."
He was much more violent than Denalgio or Bonzo. Gil cried out in pain several times only to have what noise he made muffled by Shellings' thrusts. When he finally climaxed he removed the ring gag from Gil's mouth, yanked his head back and forced his mouth shut ,holding it tightly closed.
"Swallow it." He ordered coldly.
With great will power Gil forced the memories of Sara back into his head. He wasn't sure when they had escaped him but he needed them now in order to be able to fulfill what was being demanded of him. He remembered her underneath him as he slid down her body. She willingly parted her legs as he gently parted her soft, beautiful folds. Then the taste of her.
His body shook as that last memory eased into his mind and he relaxed his throat and somewhat easily swallowed every drop that had been squirted into his mouth. Shelling bent down so that his face was a mere inch from Gil's.
"I own you." He growled in a low tone.
Denalgio and Bonzo grabbed Gil's arms and hauled him to his feet. Denalgio held his arms while Bonzo unbuckled Gil's belt and pulled down his pants and boxers. He was pushed face first over the table and Shelling stepped behind him and forced his legs apart.
"Your ass is mine, Grissom!" Shelling yelled with great animosity.
With one, hard thrust he buried his shaft deep inside of Gil and he screamed out at the painful invasion. His inner flesh tore and his own groin was pinched against the edge of the table. With every thrust the pain intensified. Blood trickled down his inner thighs and was soon mixed with Shellings' semen after he climaxed and pulled himself out. The violent action was repeated by Denalgio and then by the Bonzo.
After the third man pulled out of him Gil slid off the table, having no strength left to hold himself up, and crumpled to the floor on his side.
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The faces of the detective and the five investigators had gone pale. Tears poured from every eye and they sat in horrified silence. Greg stood between Catherine and Sara and was shaking his head back and forth.
"This is all my fault." He repeated over and over.
The more he said it the more he was convinced it was true and the more the guilt grew in his heart. Catherine looked at him for a stunned moment before carefully embracing him in a hug.
"It's not your fault, Greg." She tried to reassure.
"Yes it is." He sobbed. "I should have been more careful."
Jim couldn't take his eyes off the screen for a very long time and when he finally did he looked to Sara. Tears flooded down her cheeks and she buried her face in her hands. He stepped over to her and embraced her in a hug. Together they wailed. For her lover and his brother.
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A/N: I wouldn't blame if you stopped reading this right now, but I'm pretty sure you'll be satisfied with the end if you finish it. Let me know what you think. Peace out. -Esther
