Stalker

Chapter Four


Sara went into the print lab for an update on the prints they had found. Greg had wanted her to go to Brass about this latest note, but she refused. She wasn’t about to let this stalker frighten her.

I’ll hang out with whomever I want, she thought with anger. He’s not going to run my life.

She had seen the fear in Greg’s eyes and it frightened her. She had never seen him so scared before. She didn’t want to see it again.

“Have anything?” Sara asked.

“Most of the prints belonged to the family,” Jacqui said.

“So they wore gloves,” Sara acknowledge with a sigh.

“One print didn’t come back a family member.”

Sara raised an eyebrow as Jacqui handed her the results.

“Thanks,” she said and went to find Greg.

Greg was in the evidence room going over the pictures they had taken. He was deep in concentration, not paying any attention to what went on around him. She smiled as she silently walked up to him.

“Hey, Greg.”

He jumped, dropping the photo he was looking at on the floor. He stared at her as she laughed. He picked up the picture and placed it back on the table.


“Now that you got that out of your system, what do you have?”

Sara smirked as she handed the results to him.

“You were due for payback for scaring me twice,” Sara told him.

Greg smiled at her then looked at the paper.

“Looks like we have a suspect.”

“I contacted Vega. He’s bringing him in.”

“Let’s go.”

Sara smiled and followed him out of the room.


~*~

Sara and Greg stepped into the interview room with Detective Vega. They both glanced at the suspect, a John Davies. He stared back at them as they sat across from him. He wore a blood red shirt and an ear ring to match.

“We found your prints on some jewelry boxes belonging to Miss Daniels the daughter of the family whose house you robbed,” Vega said.

“I didn’t rob their house,” Davies said.

“Care to explain how your prints got on the boxes?” Greg asked as he pushed the pictures of the boxes toward him.

Davies glared at the photos then pushed them away. He shrugged and leaned back in the chair.

“I’ve been to their house a couple of times,” he said calmly. “I do odd jobs for them.”

“Does that include rummaging through their things?” Vega asked.

Davies shrugged, but said nothing further.


“What shoe size do you wear?” Sara asked as she showed him a picture of the kicked in door.

“Size thirteen.”

“Let’s see your shoes,” she said with a smile as she moved around the table.

Davies sighed and placed his feet on the table. Sara turned on her flashlight and glanced at the man’s shoes. She brought the print she had lifted from the door and compared it to the shoes Davies wore.

“You kicked in the door,” Sara said as she turned off the light and straightened.

“Where’s their stuff?” Greg asked.

Davies smiled smugly, “I sold them.”

“Guess you just added another charge to your rap sheet. Selling stolen property.”

Vega nodded and an officer arrested Davies. Sara and Greg watched them leave the room.

“That was easy,” Sara said with a smile.

“Don’t complain too much,” Greg said with a laugh. “Grissom might give us a multiple murder next time.”

Sara laughed, feeling better than she had all week.

“Let’s go get something to eat. My treat.”

Greg stared at her as if he hadn’t heard her. He blinked several times before he broke into a grin.

“Asking me out are you?” He asked, his voice sensual, his eyes nearly black.

The sound of his voice affected her deeply, sending chills through her body. She shivered involuntarily and stepped away from him. She had no idea he could affect her like this.


“It’s just dinner, Greg,” she said, the words sounded rushed to her ears.

Greg smiled, “I can dream, can’t I?”

Sara laughed, her pulse returning to normal.

“Come on,” she said as she made her way out of the lab. “I know just the place.”


~*~


Sara returned home at the end of the shift. She unlocked the door as her thoughts drifted back to her dinner with Greg. She smiled as she took off her jacket and placed it on the couch.

She had never thought he could be so charming. She knew he flirted, her being the recipient of most of it. Of course, he didn’t flirt with her during dinner. Instead, he had charmed her with his wit and intelligence.

She had never been so relaxed and comfortable around a person. He had that way about him.

Sara went over to her answering machine and saw she had a message. She smiled and pressed “play.”

“Itching for more, Greg?” Sara asked.

“I told you to stay away from him,” the cold voice filled the room.

Sara’s blood froze at the words. She sat hard on the arm of the couch. She took several deep breaths to calm herself. She closed her eyes tightly against the tears which threatened to fall.

She ran a shaking hand through her hair. She wasn’t going to let it get to her. It’s what he wanted and she refused to give it to him.

Sara pushed herself away from the couch and went into the bedroom. She got undressed and climbed into bed.


In the building next door, in another apartment, a man put away his binoculars. He closed the blinds and went to his dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out a picture of his desire. He had taken the picture two weeks ago on her way into work. It was his favorite picture of her.

He brought it to his lips, planting a kiss on the picture. He then placed it back into the drawer and climbed into bed.