Stalker
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,348
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Sara sat in the briefing room, Nick beside her. She felt his eyes upon her. She knew he wanted to ask about why Greg had left her at his apartment. If he hadn’t told Nick, she wouldn’t either.
It’s none of his business anyway, she thought as she sat back in her chair.
Grissom entered the room and looked at them. His brows furrowed as if something was wrong.
“Where’s Greg?”
Sara sat up, looked around Grissom to see if Greg was down the hall. She didn’t see him and she glanced at Grissom.
“He went home. He was supposed to be here by now,” Grissom said by way of explanation.
“He went home?” Sara asked confused. Why did he go home? Was it because of her?
“I’ll call him,” she said as she brought out her cell phone. “See if he’s on his way.”
“Or asleep,” Nick put in.
Sara glared at him, but he only smiled. She rolled her eyes and put in Greg’s home phone number. She sighed and hoped he was in a better mood now.
Her eyes narrowed in confusion when she received a busy signal.
“What is it?” Grissom asked as he stood at the head of the table.
“Busy signal.”
“How about his cell?” Nick suggested.
“I was just getting to it, Nick.”
She hung up then tried Greg’s cell. Worry filled her as she listened to the line ring. She tapped her foot, the anxiety rising. She looked at Grissom then Nick, who raised an eyebrow.
“He’s not picking up,” she said, concern in her voice.
“He must really be mad at you,” Nick put in. “Or maybe ordering a pizza or something.”
“I told Greg to be here in an hour,” Grissom said. “Ordering a pizza would make him late.”
Sara hung up and stood. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to see what was keeping him.
“I’m going over there,” she said as she left the room.
She headed into the locker room and her locker. She opened it, all thought on getting to Greg’s. Something was wrong and she wouldn’t be calm until she saw him. She pulled out her purse and turned around to see Grissom standing before her.
“I’ll take you there,” he offered.
Sara closed her locker door and sighed. It would be better than taking a taxi. She knew she wouldn’t be able to wait for one without going crazy.
“Thanks,” she said and followed Grissom to his car.
In the car, Sara tried Greg’s home again. The line was still busy. Sighing to try to calm herself, she tried his cell.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered,” Grissom suggested.
“You said he was supposed to be back at the lab.”
“He probably stopped somewhere to eat.”
“Wouldn’t he have called?”
Grissom said nothing and she wished he would drive faster. She closed her eyes and as she listened to the line ring.
“Pick up,” she whispered.
Sara opened her eyes as Grissom turned into the apartment parking lot. She glanced at the building, chomping at the bit to get to Greg. She hung up her phone and climbed out of the car when Grissom parked.
“Sara!” Grissom called after her as she raced toward the building.
She threw open the door and headed for the stairs, not stopping to see if Grissom followed. She took the steps two at a time until she reached the floor she wanted. She ran down the hallway only stopping when she reached Greg’s apartment.
“Greg!” Sara called as she banged on the door, her breathing rapid.
She tried the doorknob and it turned. She pushed it open as Grissom came up beside her. She stepped inside and every instinct in her being told her something was wrong.
“Greg?” She called as she cautiously stepped through the living room.
She noticed the sofa looked to have been pushed to one angle and her heart rate increased.
“Greg!” She called as she went around the couch.
She froze, a scream lodged in her throat. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe as she stared at the form a few feet in front of her. Greg lied on his back, blood darkening his shirt. He wasn’t moving and black fear wound around her stomach.
She forced her feet forward and fell beside him. She checked for a pulse and her heart took a nose dive.
“No,” Sara whispered.
She pushed her fear aside and began CPR. She barely heard Grissom behind her talking, she could only assume he dialed for help. She placed all her focus and concentration on Greg.
“Come on,” she whispered, her fear creeping back in on her.
She checked for a pulse again, the sting of tears building in her eyes. She blinked them back as she worked on Greg again.
She had no idea how long she worked on his, but suddenly she was pulled away. Startled and frightened, she struggled against whoever had a hold of her.
“Sara!” Grissom called to her. “They’re here to help.”
Sara saw two paramedics kneel beside Greg. They tore his shirt open and she gasped at the amount of blood. She closed her eyes as tears raced down her cheeks.
“Clear!”
She opened her eyes as they tried to shock Greg back to life. She held her breath as the minutes ticked by like hours. She’d never forgive herself if he died. She doubted she would be able to go on.
Why did I tell him it was a mistake? Sara thought as she put her head in her hands.
“I have a pulse!”
She looked up and watched as they placed him on a stretcher. They rolled him out of the apartment and she followed. She stepped out into the hallway intent on going with them.
Sara sat in the briefing room, Nick beside her. She felt his eyes upon her. She knew he wanted to ask about why Greg had left her at his apartment. If he hadn’t told Nick, she wouldn’t either.
It’s none of his business anyway, she thought as she sat back in her chair.
Grissom entered the room and looked at them. His brows furrowed as if something was wrong.
“Where’s Greg?”
Sara sat up, looked around Grissom to see if Greg was down the hall. She didn’t see him and she glanced at Grissom.
“He went home. He was supposed to be here by now,” Grissom said by way of explanation.
“He went home?” Sara asked confused. Why did he go home? Was it because of her?
“I’ll call him,” she said as she brought out her cell phone. “See if he’s on his way.”
“Or asleep,” Nick put in.
Sara glared at him, but he only smiled. She rolled her eyes and put in Greg’s home phone number. She sighed and hoped he was in a better mood now.
Her eyes narrowed in confusion when she received a busy signal.
“What is it?” Grissom asked as he stood at the head of the table.
“Busy signal.”
“How about his cell?” Nick suggested.
“I was just getting to it, Nick.”
She hung up then tried Greg’s cell. Worry filled her as she listened to the line ring. She tapped her foot, the anxiety rising. She looked at Grissom then Nick, who raised an eyebrow.
“He’s not picking up,” she said, concern in her voice.
“He must really be mad at you,” Nick put in. “Or maybe ordering a pizza or something.”
“I told Greg to be here in an hour,” Grissom said. “Ordering a pizza would make him late.”
Sara hung up and stood. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to see what was keeping him.
“I’m going over there,” she said as she left the room.
She headed into the locker room and her locker. She opened it, all thought on getting to Greg’s. Something was wrong and she wouldn’t be calm until she saw him. She pulled out her purse and turned around to see Grissom standing before her.
“I’ll take you there,” he offered.
Sara closed her locker door and sighed. It would be better than taking a taxi. She knew she wouldn’t be able to wait for one without going crazy.
“Thanks,” she said and followed Grissom to his car.
In the car, Sara tried Greg’s home again. The line was still busy. Sighing to try to calm herself, she tried his cell.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered,” Grissom suggested.
“You said he was supposed to be back at the lab.”
“He probably stopped somewhere to eat.”
“Wouldn’t he have called?”
Grissom said nothing and she wished he would drive faster. She closed her eyes and as she listened to the line ring.
“Pick up,” she whispered.
Sara opened her eyes as Grissom turned into the apartment parking lot. She glanced at the building, chomping at the bit to get to Greg. She hung up her phone and climbed out of the car when Grissom parked.
“Sara!” Grissom called after her as she raced toward the building.
She threw open the door and headed for the stairs, not stopping to see if Grissom followed. She took the steps two at a time until she reached the floor she wanted. She ran down the hallway only stopping when she reached Greg’s apartment.
“Greg!” Sara called as she banged on the door, her breathing rapid.
She tried the doorknob and it turned. She pushed it open as Grissom came up beside her. She stepped inside and every instinct in her being told her something was wrong.
“Greg?” She called as she cautiously stepped through the living room.
She noticed the sofa looked to have been pushed to one angle and her heart rate increased.
“Greg!” She called as she went around the couch.
She froze, a scream lodged in her throat. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe as she stared at the form a few feet in front of her. Greg lied on his back, blood darkening his shirt. He wasn’t moving and black fear wound around her stomach.
She forced her feet forward and fell beside him. She checked for a pulse and her heart took a nose dive.
“No,” Sara whispered.
She pushed her fear aside and began CPR. She barely heard Grissom behind her talking, she could only assume he dialed for help. She placed all her focus and concentration on Greg.
“Come on,” she whispered, her fear creeping back in on her.
She checked for a pulse again, the sting of tears building in her eyes. She blinked them back as she worked on Greg again.
She had no idea how long she worked on his, but suddenly she was pulled away. Startled and frightened, she struggled against whoever had a hold of her.
“Sara!” Grissom called to her. “They’re here to help.”
Sara saw two paramedics kneel beside Greg. They tore his shirt open and she gasped at the amount of blood. She closed her eyes as tears raced down her cheeks.
“Clear!”
She opened her eyes as they tried to shock Greg back to life. She held her breath as the minutes ticked by like hours. She’d never forgive herself if he died. She doubted she would be able to go on.
Why did I tell him it was a mistake? Sara thought as she put her head in her hands.
“I have a pulse!”
She looked up and watched as they placed him on a stretcher. They rolled him out of the apartment and she followed. She stepped out into the hallway intent on going with them.