Title: Dark Compulsion
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Again, I do not
own CSI or the characters…nor am I receiving payment of any kind for this story.
Though the first chapter is…well…smut-laden…this story is actually going to be
a casefile. A casefile
which some people might find disturbing. I do not condone the actions
that will be displayed by the perpetrator (still unnamed). And…if the subject
matter bothers you (I’m not going to divulge the crime at this time), please do
not read after it has been revealed (more than likely no later than chapter 2
or 3). Vague, I know. But I feel that it has to be at this time. So…with that
being said…here we go…
He stood in the doorway, his eyes gazing at the silhouette behind the
shower curtain. A wide grin appeared on his face as the steam billowing from
the shower clouded the room.
My shower.
What?
She’s
in my shower. Naked.
What a
brilliant deduction, Dr. Grissom. Come up with that all on your own?
Shut
up. Let me enjoy this moment…
Afraid
it won’t happen again?
His grin faded quickly as
he shook the thought from his head. That wasn’t necessarily why he had asked
the voice in his head to be quiet.
You
didn’t ask. You demanded…and it wasn’t to be quiet. It was to shut up.
Okay,
okay. Could you please be quiet?
Hmm…
He wanted to enjoy each
second that he could with her. It had nothing to do with him being worried it was
just a one time event. Or at least…it wasn’t.
What?
You
always make me question things that shouldn’t be questioned.
No…I
make you realize things that you should realize. Like…you’re her supervisor,
you’re 15 years older than her, you were her mentor, this
could be a one time thing, you…
Just
shut the hell up, okay?
Touchy Gil.
No…Irritated
Grissom. You irritate me. Don’t you have anything else better to do?
Do you?
I’m
TRYING to…if you’d be quiet…
Sorry…
Her soft voice emanating
from behind the curtain brought a sudden halt to the argument in his head. He
inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly, as he listened to her sing a song that he
wasn’t sure he had ever heard before. It didn’t really matter to him. It wasn’t
the song that had his attention.
She is
quite beautiful, isn’t she?
Yes.
She is.
So…why
did she spend last night with you? I don’t feel like I had too much to drink.
We
didn’t drink…
Then…
She
said she loves me.
Oh.
Oh?
That’s all you can say?
Do you
take every woman who says that she loves you to your bed?
Only
the ones that…
You
love?
A violent shiver coursed
through his body in spite of the heat in the room.
Not
now…please…
It’s
true…you love her.
I know.
Please, not now.
You told
her last night, what’s the big deal?
I
didn’t…
You
didn’t remember telling her?
No…yes…I
did…I do…but…
Shut up, Gil.
He walked the rest of the
way into the bathroom and leaned against the tiled sink. He smiled as she
reached for the shampoo. His shampoo because she didn’t have
any here. He made a mental note to pick some up for her later in the
day.
He fought
the tremendous urge to slide into the shower with her, instead standing
silently and continuing to watch her.
I
don’t.
Voyeur:
A person who derives sexual gratification from observing the naked bodies or
sexual acts of others, especially from a secret vantage point.
I am
NOT deriving sexual gratification from this…
Look at
yourself.
Sighing heavily, he refused
to look down. He already knew what he’d find there.
Well, I’m not observing
naked bodies or sexual acts…I’m watching a silhouette behind a shower curtain.
Semantics. Does she know you’re watching her?
Well, I
haven’t exactly announced my presence.
‘Secret
vantage point’…
It’s MY
house…MY bathroom…
And she
thinks you’re in a different room.
I am
NOT a voyeur.
Okay.
You’re not a voyeur. What are you doing?
I ask
again…don’t you have something else better to do right now?
No.
Even if I did, this is more fun.
He shook his head in
frustration and wondered briefly if this situation did, in fact, make him a
voyeur. Or…a man with voyeuristic tendencies. He was
pretty sure that he wasn’t…and that he didn’t. But…the annoying voice was
right. He was receiving a certain amount of gratification from this.
But…not nearly enough.
His hand
gravitated towards his groin area and gently rubbed the rapidly expanding flesh
through the soft cotton boxer shorts he was wearing. He groaned softly at the
contact as he watched her glide the washcloth over her skin.
His hand
trembled lightly as he slid it under the elastic waistband of his shorts. His
fingers closed around his erection as he watched her lift her leg, placing her
foot on the side of the tub, and slowly move the cotton cloth over the flesh
that he knew to be silky soft.
You seem to have gotten
awfully quiet there, Gil...everything okay?
He bit his lip to stifle the
moan in his throat as he slowly stroked himself.
His grip tightened and his
strokes quickened as her hand moved the cloth up the inside of her thigh,
pausing when she reached the apex. His eyes widened in surprise when he heard
the soft slap of the wet cloth landing on the shower floor. He gasped lightly
as he recognized the movements of a woman rubbing herself in an erotic manner.
Oh. My. God.
What?
You didn’t think she masturbates?
Shut
up. Please. I’m busy. Very busy.
So I
see…
Hearing her soft moan
resonating against the tiles, he worked his boxers down to give himself more
room. As her moans continued, his pace on the hard flesh encased in his hand
increased. He swallowed his own noises of pleasure as his eyes glazed over in
lust.
Her hand
grasped the soap dish attached to the side of the shower wall as she quickened
her movements. He gripped the edge of the sink as his hand spread his pre-cum
over his length.
He watched
her head tilt back as her orgasm crashed over her, her moans echoing softly in
the room. He groaned softly as his erection swelled in his hand. Two more quick
strokes brought his semen spurting from the glans and
landing on the bathmat next to the shower.
As he
fought to control his breathing, he pulled his shorts back up over his
softening cock in attempt to leave the room before she turned off the shower.
Her soft voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Grissom?”
He stared
at her silhouette in surprise, but said nothing.
“You
know…that would have been so much better if you had been in here with me.
Instead of you standing out there watching…don’t you think?”
“I…you
knew?”
She turned
the knob and he heard her gentle chuckle as the water quit running. Slowly sliding
the shower curtain back, she offered him a bright smile.
“Since you
walked in here…”
“But…how?
I was…”
“Quiet?
Yeah…you were. But, I just knew. I could…feel you.”
He handed
her a clean towel which she used to wrap around her torso. Leaning into him,
she licked his lips before pulling back to look at him.
“Be
careful biting your lip like that, honey…next time you might actually draw
blood.”
He gave
her a slightly embarrassed smile as he took her hand and walked backwards into
the hall.
“Where are
we going?”
His bright
eyes glistened. “Bed…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She sighed
in contentment as his lips caressed the sensitive flesh of her neck. She tilted
her head back, effectively pressing it into the pillows, as she allowed him
full access once more.
She felt
the soft groan in his chest and against her skin before she actually heard it.
Reluctantly
pulling from her, he grabbed his cellphone from the
nightstand.
“Grissom.”
She successfully
masked her laughter as he practically barked into the phone.
“What?
Brass…”
She smiled
at his silent apology in his darkened blue eyes. Her fingers lightly caressed
his chest as he rolled onto his back beside of her.
“No…it’s
my night off…I’m…a little busy…”
After a
few seconds of listening to the detective on the other end, he released a heavy
sigh. “Where, Jim?”
He
scribbled down the address and nodded, as if Brass could see him. “Okay…give
us…um…about 25 minutes or so…”
He
immediately realized his mistake. If he hadn’t, he was quickly made aware of it
by Brass.
“Us…meaning…I’m
going to stop by Sara’s and pick her up. It’s too big for just Warrick and me…”
Another
heavy sighed followed as he listened carefully.
“See? If
Warrick is with Catherine and Nick…then, I definitely need Sara there with me.”
He ran his
hand through his curls and fought back a chuckle as Sara playfully nipped at
his nipple with her lips.
“Well, if
you’ll let me go, I’ll be there even sooner…now, won’t I?”
Flipping
the phone closed, he guided Sara’s face up to his and placed a soft, passionate
kiss on her lips.
“What do
we have?”
“DB…very dead.”
“Bugs?”
He grinned
as she grimaced. “Yeah…”
“Well…let’s
go play with some beetles, shall we?”
As they climbed out of the Tahoe and grabbed their kits, Grissom looked
up to see Brass walking towards them. He sighed lightly and nodded towards the
man.
“Brass…what do we have?”
“Female…around 25 years of age, I’m guessing…and…dead.”
“Figured that much. ID?”
They made their way under the yellow tape and he watched as Sara crouched
down beside of the body.
“No ID yet. But…”
“Grissom?”
He directed his eyes towards the brunette and noticed her puzzled expression.
As he knelt beside of her, he followed her gaze. “Brass? I thought you said…bugs…”
“Yeah…I did.”
He glanced over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “I’m seeing…no bugs.”
“Yeah, well. Mobley told me to “get Grissom on it” and…I know how you are
about coming in on your days off.”
He muttered angrily under his breath as he turned back to the body and
offered a silent apology to the woman crouched beside of him.
She smiled in understanding before tilting her head slightly. “Ligature
marks, chipped fingernails. Could be a sign of struggle…”
He smiled as he listened to her think aloud.
“Lividity…”
Grissom’s eyes followed her finger. “She’s been moved. She actually
should have insects all over her. Had she been killed here.” He turned to look at Brass. “You’re forgiven
for now.”
“Thank God. I was going to have trouble sleeping tonight thinking that
you were upset with me…”
Grissom shook his head lightly as he turned back to the body.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The young man paced back and forth in his apartment, clutching his
stomach with one hand and holding a glass of whiskey in the other.
“Not again…why? Why am I
like this? What the hell is wrong with me?”
He threw the glass against the wall, watching the liquid run down the
plaster and collect in small pools on the floor. Feeling the bile rise to his
throat, he ran down the hall to the bathroom.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Grissom pushed the morgue door open and darted inside, followed closely by
Sara.
“David?”
The young man looked up, obviously flustered. “Grissom…Sara…”
Grissom glanced around the room quickly before his eyes settled on David
once again. “Where’s Robbins? We had a 911 page concerning our vic…”
“Yeah…” David swallowed nervously. “That…uh…that was from me, actually.”
Sara smiled softly and moved around the corner of the table to stand next
to the flustered man. “So…what’s up?”
“Well…Doc just told me to get both of you here…he’s checking on
something…”
David’s sentence died in his throat as the morgue doors slammed open.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Corey rested his head against the cool ceramic fighting the churning in
his stomach. He vaguely heard the telephone ringing in his living room.
“Machine’ll get it…” He groaned as his
abdominal muscles contracted.
“Hi, you’ve reached the residence of Corey Jamison. He’s not in right
now, that’s why you’re talking to me. Leave a message and I’ll see that he
returns your call ASAP!”
BEEP.
“Hey Corey, it’s
Jessica…I’ve been trying to get hold of Kayla. No one has been able to find
her…have you seen her lately? Give me a call. Love ya!”
He closed his eyes as the contents of his stomach landed in the bowl.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Gil…I was hoping that I was wrong. But…I did some basic tests…and…I’m
not.”
Grissom took the papers that Robbins was holding out towards him as Sara
came to stand at his side, leaning over slightly to read with him.
“Doc…are you sure about
this?” Sara’s eyes were wide as she looked at the older man.
“Unfortunately, yes I am.”
“But, this says that this girl has been dead for at least 3 weeks. Her
body…”
“Has been well taken care
of. Bathed, lotioned, kept cool.”
Grissom inhaled sharply as he flipped the page. “Al…”
“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to make sure about.”
Sara leaned back over and glanced at the second page of the report. “Semen?”
“Fresh semen…”
They both glanced up at the man as he directed David to start working on
another victim that had been brought in.
Grissom cleared his throat lightly. “How
fresh?”
“Couple of days…at most.”
Sara felt the shudder course through her body. She could only hope it
wasn’t visible. “But…she’s been dead for…3 weeks?”
Al nodded and then looked at Grissom. Grissom removed his glasses, then turned his head towards the
young woman lying on the table. “Cause of death?”
“Asphyixiation. I found
some maroon fibers in her lungs, nasal passages, and mucous membranes.”
Sara gently ran her finger across the light marks around the victim’s
wrist. “And…these?”
“Post-mortem.” He
waited until they both looked at him before he continued. “That’s why there’s
no bruising around the cut flesh. She was tied pretty tightly. I found some
nylon cord imbedded in the lacerations. Sent
them on to Greg for you.”
Nodding lightly, Grissom offered Al a soft “thank you” and walked into
the hall. Sara caught up to him quickly. Stopping suddenly in the hallway, he
leaned against the wall and inhaled deeply.
“Hey…you okay?”
He nodded quickly and offered her a small smile. “Fine…I just. It’s been
a long time since I’ve dealt with something like this before.”
She rubbed his arm gently and smiled at him. “At least you’ve dealt with
it before.”
“Sara…” He paused briefly as he searched her eyes. “Are you going to be
able to work this? I can bring Catherine or Warrick in on this one…”
“Do it and die, BugMan…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
His hand trembled as he held the receiver to his ear. “Hey Jess, it’s
Corey…”
He hoped he had been able to hide the guilt in his voice and had sounded
normal. Well, as normal as Corey Jamison could sound.
“Hi Corey! I just
called a few minutes ago.”
“I know…got your message. Told you I return calls ASAP…” He forced a
brief burst of laughter, hoping it didn’t sound as fake as it felt. “So…what’s up?”
“Oh…have you seen Kayla around lately?”
“Hmmm…no, not in a few
weeks. But, then again, I’ve been pretty busy at work…”
“How’s work going?”
With an exaggerated sigh, Corey smiled into the receiver. “Dead bodies here, dead bodies there.
Sometimes I’m able to keep them alive, sometimes I’m not.”
“I just don’t see how you do it. Doesn’t it…bother you?”
He nodded affirmatively, yet answered her with the opposite. “No…you tend
to get used to it after a while.”
“Well…if I ever need emergency medical attention, I’ll be sure to drop
your name…”
Another forced laugh could be heard over the line. “Thanks…I think…”
No no no.
Trust me…you do NOT want me near you…no.
“Well…hmm. If you see Kayla, will you tell her that I’m looking for her?”
“Sure will…hey, I’m not trying to cut this short but…”
“Tired?”
“Yeah…16 hour shifts right now…”
“Okay…call me later?”
“Yep…have a good day, Jess…”
He smiled as she returned the sentiment and hung the phone up gently.
“Well…that went better than I though it would…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Greg…fibers and prints?”
He swiveled his chair around and grinned at Grissom. “Well, good evening
to you too, Dr. Grissom…”
“Greg…”
Noticing the non-amused look on Grissom’s face, he quickly began
shuffling papers together. “Sorry, just in a good mood tonight…”
“Yeah…fibers and prints?”
“Is Sara working this with you?”
“Greg…” His eyes darkened at the young man.
“Yeah…uh…fibers…nylon rope, found at any camping supply store…and maroon
fleece.”
“Fleece?”
He nodded as he shifted the papers again. “Yep…like a sweatshirt…”
Grissom bit his lip in concentration, his eyes darting up as he heard a
light beep. He watched Greg pull the next piece of paper off of the printer and
waited impatiently as he read it.
“CODIS found a match to your prints. Kayla Marie Clark, DOB
Grissom snatched the paper out of his hand and left the room quickly. As
he rounded the corner, he literally bumped right into Brass.
“Where’s the fire, Gil?”
“
“Do I have a choice?”
Grissom shook his head as he motioned for Sara to meet him at the Tahoe.
“No, not really…”
“That’s what I thought…”
Corey walked through the doors of the University Medical Center Emergency
Room, smiling as he greeted his fellow co-workers. He felt good…calm, full of
energy, and well-rested. Walking through the halls, he felt a slight shiver
race up his spine. Shrugging it off, he made his way to the community coffee
pot and poured himself a large cup of the piping hot liquid.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Brass stood in the hallway, watching the two investigators do their job.
He smiled at their interaction with one another as they processed the apartment
quickly, yet efficiently.
As Sara moved away from Grissom, she picked up the stack of mail that had
been slipped through the mail slot and rifled through it. “She hasn’t been here
for a while…”
“Yeah…at least three weeks.”
She looked at the detective and shook her head. “Longer…at
least a month. All of these were on the floor. She would’ve at least
picked them up and put them on the counter…”
Grissom was busy scanning the photographs on the mantle. Finding one that
piqued his curiosity, he picked it up and turned it over.
“
“Two weeks? In
“No, I wasn’t looking at that, Sara…” He gave her a mock glare followed
quickly by a nearly imperceptible wink.
She offered him a wide grin and shrugged her shoulders lightly. “Sorry…”
Brass was able to control his amusement as he watched them. This was
normal banter for the other investigators, but…for these two? Open flirtation.
It was nice to see again.
“They look…close.”
Sara nodded in agreement and smiled. “Two week vacation with the one you
love…”
Grissom cleared his throat softly. “Brass, what can you find out about a
Corey T. Jamison for us?”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Corey’s pager beeped loudly as he walked towards Trauma. His determined
walk quickly turned into a sprint as he read the information presented to him
electronically.
As he rounded the corner, he was met by numerous people surrounding a
gurney. His gaze dropped momentarily to the pool of blood on the floor.
“Jami, we have a young female, 24 years of
age…hit and run. Thrown through the windshield. No
seatbelt. BP is dropping…60 over 41 right now. Pulse is at…”
Corey turned his head towards the monitor that was screaming at him. Zero,
right now. No pulse. SHIT!
“Move…NOW! And get the paddles ready.”
He moved over her, pushing the EMT straddling her on the gurney out of
the way as he took over CPR on the young girl.
“Do we have a name?” He looked at the blond EMT covered in blood.
“Yeah…Nevaeh
Roane.”
“Okay…come on Nevaeh…hold on for me…”
She’s beautiful. Neveah…beautiful
name too. Let her die.
He
glanced back up at the monitor still showing a flat line. “Do not die on me, Neveah. Come on. Come back to us.”
You know you want to let her die. Look at her.
“SHIT! Let’s go, let’s go!”
“Clear!”
Corey removed his hands from the girl’s chest as the paddles took their
place. He watched anxiously as her body jumped slightly from the shock. He
stared at the monitor.
“Come on…”
As he barked out orders to his co-workers, his inner battle continued.
Gets you excited, doesn’t it?
Adrenaline…rush…
You want her. Let her die.
Against my code of ethics…I have to do my best to
save her…
Code of ethics? That’s
laughable ‘Jami’…
Don’t call me that.
Is it within your code of ethics to spend so much
time in the morgue? Hours, days after…
Shut the fuck up!
“We
have a pulse!”
Corey took a deep breath as he watched the blip on the screen, and
whispered softly as he brushed her blood-drenched hair back from her face
gently. “Way to go, Neveah…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Corey Thomas Jamison, DOB 9/18/73. Graduated Magna Cum
Laude from Northwestern University in ’95.”
Sara stared at Brass as her mouth dropped open. “1995? He was 21?”
“Not only that…he was 21 when he graduated from
Feinberg School of Medicine at Northwestern…”
“Holy shit…” She shook her head quickly and smiled as she read over the
report that Brass handed her. “A regular Doogie Howser…”
“A what?”
She turned to Grissom and laughed lightly. “Doogie
Howser?”
With one raised eyebrow, he silently requested that she elaborate.
“TV show…late 80’s…kid becomes a doctor…”
He narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled the paper from her hand.
“Oh…okay…” He bit back his grin as his eyes scanned the page. “So…besides the
fact that he’s a Doogie whatever…what do we know
about him?”
“One of the best trauma care physicians at UMC. If not
THE best. Dedicated to his profession, all of his reviews and
recommendations are…”
Grissom interrupted Jim suddenly. “We’ll need to talk to him.”
“Griss?” Sara
looked at him, urging him silently to explain.
“The
“Could be coincidence, Gil…”
Grissom stared at the detective standing in front of him. “One thing I’ve
learned Jim. There’s no such thing as coincidence.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
With Neveah Roane stabilized and headed into
surgery, Corey took a much needed break. As he laughed and chatted with his
friends, he noticed 3 people walking towards him. He smiled at the brunette and
gave a quick nod to the gentlemen accompanying her.
The older man spoke first. “Mr. Jamison?”
“Yes, I’m Corey Jamison…”
“I’m Gil Grissom, this is Sara Sidle. We’re with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.
And this is Captain James Brass from LVPD. Can we ask you a few questions?”
“Sure, would you like a cup of coffee?”
He asked all three, Grissom answered for them. “No, thank you.”
As they sat down, Sara was the first to speak. “Mr. Jamison…”
“Corey, please…”
She offered him a lopsided smile and continued. “Corey, how well do you
know Kayla Clark?”
He wiped his palms against his scrubs. “We…uh…we used to date. We broke
up about 4 months ago. We tried to work it out, but my job is too demanding for
her…”
Grissom folded his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly. “Have
you seen her lately?”
“Maybe about a month ago? We met
up to talk through some problems.”
“That was the last time you saw her? A month ago?”
“Uh…yeah. Why all of the questions about Kayla?”
Sara leaned forward to match Grissom’s posture. Brass concealed his smile
well. “Mr…Corey, Kayla…”
“Is dead?”
Grissom’s eyes widened slightly as he watched the young man across the
table from him. “What makes you say that, Mr. Jamison?”
He shook his head slowly. “Crime Lab, a detective,
asking questions about an ex-girlfriend…deductive reasoning…”
Grissom and Sara exchanged a quick glance.
“Am I a suspect?”
“Well, technically…you’re on our list. But, with a DNA sample, we can
clear your involvement…”
Sara’s sentence trailed off as she looked into his dark eyes. She thought
she saw a flash of…something. But, only briefly. Then
he smiled sadly and nodded his consent.
Sara
sat quietly in the passenger seat as Grissom carefully navigated through the
streets of
Without
thinking, Grissom lightly rested his hand on Sara’s knee. She tapped his hand
gently and motioned towards the back seat. Removing his hand a little more
quickly than he probably should have, he gave her a small smile. Glancing in
the rearview mirror, he exhaled softly as he saw Brass caught up in his notes.
Shifting his eyes back to the road in front of him, he missed the knowing grin
that crossed Jim’s face.
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
Corey
continued to pace back and forth in the hospital’s small breakroom.
He stopped briefly, running his hand through his sandy blonde hair, and sighed
as he thought about how to spend his next couple of days of freedom.
Days? Reaching there, aren’t
you? Do you honestly believe that you have days? They process these things
rather quickly these days…
Maybe they’re backlogged…
Plan your next hours, Jami…
Don’t call me that.
Sorry, Corey…plan hours, not days. If you get
more, I’ll be surprised.
I know…
What you really need to do is think about what you’re going to tell them.
I mean, you know the DNA is going to be a match…
I know…
So? What are you going to tell them?
The truth, I suppose…
He
exhaled deeply as he continued to pace.
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
Stopping
for a red light, Grissom looked to his right. Noticing her posture and the fact
that her gaze was directed out the side window, he tapped her knee and spoke
softly.
"Hey…are
you okay?"
"Hm? Oh…yeah, it’s just…"
He
frowned as her voice trailed off. "What is it, honey?"
Brass
bit his lip as he looked up.
Grissom
blushed lightly, realizing his minor slip as he looked into her shocked eyes.
"Sara?"
She
shook her head gently and smiled. "I’m okay, Gil. It’s just…something
about Corey. He knows more than he’s letting on…"
Brass’
eyes widened at her use of Grissom’s given name. He cleared his throat softly
before he began to speak.
"Sara?
Care to elaborate?"
She
turned slightly in her seat to look at him. "It’s nothing I can put my
finger on. But…I saw something in his eyes at one point…"
Grissom’s
fingers briefly tightened on her thigh. "Regret, sadness…loss…"
"I
figured you picked up on it too…"
"So,
you two think he’s guilty?"
Grissom
stopped for another light and turned to look at the detective. "That’s not
what I said. I said that I saw regret in his eyes for a moment. Doesn’t necessarily mean guilt. Maybe he just regrets the
way the relationship ended. We’ll process the DNA samples and go from
there."
Brass
closed his notepad and looked out the window, mumbling softly. "He’s
guilty…"
Casting
Grissom a bright smile, Sara removed his warm hand from her leg.
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
"Hey
Corey, what’s up? Nice, full recovery expected for Ms. Roane…because of
you…"
Corey
looked up with vacant eyes and pushed the mug of lukewarm coffee away from him.
"Good…that’s really…good to hear…"
Corey
stood up and walked to his locker. Tim Jacobs stood quietly and watched as
Corey began pulling his personal belongings from the impersonal metal locker.
"Corey?"
Corey
methodically packed his bag and placed it on the floor before turning towards
his friend. "Yeah, Tim?"
Tim
sat down at the table and looked into his friend’s eyes, feeling somewhat
uncomfortable at the emptiness he saw there. "What’s wrong?"
A
single tear escaped Corey’s eye before he looked towards the door. "Can
you give me a ride?"
"Sure…where to?"
Picking
up his bag, he looked into his empty locker before hanging his identification
badge inside. "To the police department…"
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
Grissom
sighed and placed his glasses on the evidence table after Sara read the DNA
results to him. "I was afraid of that…"
Resting
her hand on his shoulder, she squeezed lightly. "You already knew…"
He
nodded slowly. "Now comes the not-so-exciting part…"
She
remained silent, urging him to continue. She offered him a small reassuring
smile as he looked up at her.
"Finding
the why…the last piece of the puzzle. Normally, it’s…"
She
gave his shoulder another gentle squeeze. "Your favorite
part?"
He
gave her a silent nod and pulled her hand to his lips. Pressing a kiss onto her
soft skin, he took a deep breath. "This is…different though…"
With
another soft sigh, he stood up slowly and grasped her hand. "We need to go
talk to Jim about getting a warrant for us…"
"No
need…"
Sara
and Grissom both turned towards the door, hands still clasped together. Seeing
the detective’s gaze drift downwards slightly, Sara released his hand.
"What
do you mean?"
Giving
the brunette a comforting smile, he gestured down the hall. "I have a Mr.
Corey Jamison in interrogation room two…he came in about ten minutes ago."
He looked from Sara to Grissom and shrugged lightly. "He wants to give a
full confession…but, only if the two of you are there…"
Grissom’s
brow furrowed. "Why?"
"Who
knows? Come on…"
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~ ~ ~
~ ~
Grissom
sat directly across from Corey, with Sara sitting on his right side. He folded
his hands, briefly unsure of where to begin. As Corey lifted his sad eyes
towards him, he was suddenly sure.
"Mr.
Jamison…"
"Corey…just
call me Corey…" His voice was soft as his eyes bored into Grissom’s.
"Corey…"
Taking
a deep breath, Corey closed his eyes as he interrupted the investigator
attempting to question him. "I didn’t kill her…"
Sara
leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. "What exactly did
happen?"
He
shifted his blind gaze towards her and swallowed nervously. "I didn’t kill
her, but I didn’t…I didn’t try to save her either. I just…stood by and watched
her…watched her die. I loved Kayla…I really loved her…"
Grissom
leaned back in his chair, chewing lightly on the pen he held in his hand.
"You…loved her?"
Corey
nodded as he looked down at his folded hands. "Yes…very much…"
Grissom’s
eyes narrowed. "But…you let her die. You could’ve saved her…and you let
her die…"
"You
don’t understand, Mr. Grissom…"
"No,
I don’t. I can’t imagine watching the woman I love die without doing everything
in my power to help her."
Corey’s
eyes darted between the two investigators sitting in front of him. "Two
main differences, Mr. Grissom…"
"Enlighten
me, please…"
He
motioned towards Sara as he looked into Grissom’s eyes. "She loves you
back…" He swallowed the lump forming in his throat and pointed his index
finger at the older man. "And you, Mr. Grissom, are not sick. You don’t
have this…thing…in your head telling you to…convincing you that you’re doing
the right thing. And then…leaving you to deal with the guilt and regret on your
own. I don’t…enjoy doing the things I do. It…repulses me…"
"What
exactly do you do, Corey?"
Corey
looked at him incredulously. "You know exactly what it is that I do."
He exhaled forcefully as Grissom merely raised his eyebrow. "I engage
in…sexual relations…with…"
He
trailed off as he looked at Sara. Closing his eyes, he licked his lips and
started again. "I…practice necro…necrophilia."
He opened his eyes and looked towards Brass. "I don’t kill women for sex.
I’ve never killed…I have hindered the resuscitation process…I’ve allowed
beautiful young women to die…but…"
He
looked at the three people in front of him. "I guess that does…mean that
I’ve killed…"
He
hung his head as Brass motioned for two officers to take him out of the room.
As Brass followed them out, Sara’s soft voice stopped him.
He
turned to see Grissom’s hand rubbing her arm affectionately. "Yeah,
Sara?"
"Psych
eval…the boy is sick. He wasn’t lying when he said he
didn’t kill her. He just…didn’t help. Full psych evaluations…okay?"
Brass
nodded contritely and left the room. Sara leaned into Grissom’s warmth, sighing
as his fingers brushed through her hair.
"Griss…can we go home now?"
"You
okay?"
"Yeah…just
a draining case and…"
"You
want to be posted about the progress, don’t you?"
She
offered him a sad smile. "I just…want to see that he’s treated fairly. He
was disgusted by his actions…"
"But
they were still his actions, honey…"
"But
they were controlled by something other than himself…"
He
watched her stand and walk from the room. With a heavy sigh, he followed her to
the vehicle they shared just a few hours ago when they came into work.
The
ride back to his townhouse was quiet. So quiet that he began to wonder if she
was okay. More than once, he glanced over at her to see if she was awake. Her
posture never changed. Her right elbow resting on the door, her face cradled in
her hand as she stared out the window.
Pulling
into his parking spot, he killed the engine and turned in his seat to look at
her. "Sara?"
Slightly
startled, she jumped at the sound of his voice. "Grissom?"
He
offered her a brief smile before his fingers tenderly touched her left hand.
"Are you okay? You’ve been…quiet."
She
shrugged her shoulders and returned his smile. "You’re always quiet…"
"This
is different, Sara."
She
inhaled deeply, allowing the air to escape her lungs slowly. "I don’t
know, Griss…something just didn’t feel…"
His
thumb stroked the back of her hand as her voice trailed off and her face turned
back towards the window. "Right?"
She
twisted her head back towards him, astonishment showing in her eyes. "You
felt it too? That something just isn’t right?"
He
nodded slowly as he unbuckled her seatbelt. "Yes. But…I’m just not sure
what it is…"
Covering
her yawn with her hand, she leaned into his space and laid her head on his shoulder.
He smiled as he turned his head slightly and placed a soft kiss on her
forehead. "Tired?"
"Mm…yeah…I
think so…"
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
Corey
sat in the corner of his cell, fidgeting with the red jumpsuit he had been
given to wear and trying to avoid looking at his cellmate. The tattoos covering
his arms, and the odd colored hair was enough for him to want to keep his
distance.
"What’s
your name, bubba?"
"Huh?"
Corey looked towards his cellmate quickly.
"Your name. You do
have one, right?"
"Uh…yeah…Corey,
my name is Corey."
"
"What?"
The
man smiled and leaned back against the cell wall. "My name is
"Oh…uh…nice
to meet you…" Corey wrapped his arms around his midsection as he leaned
forward slightly.
"Liar."
"Well…yeah."
"Drugs?"
"I
deal to the high-flyers around Vegas…sometimes I get caught…more often than
not, I don’t…"
"Oh…uh…I’m
not really sure…"
With
a loud burst of laughter,
"I…I
really don’t want to talk about it…"
"Rape? You didn’t rape a kid,
did you?"
"NO…no,
kids were not involved…"
"Good,
because I fucking can’t stand a prick who hurts a
child…"
Corey
looked at him, his eyes full of bewilderment.
"But…you’re
a drug dealer?"
"Only
to the high-flyers, I told ya, bro…so, you gonna tell me or what?"
"I…uh…I
had sex with the wrong person…at the wrong time…"
"Oh…one
of THOSE cases. She pressed assault charges then?"
"Not
exactly…I turned myself in…really,
Corey
stared at the young man for a couple of minutes, before nodding and slowly
shuffling towards the table.
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
Opening
his eyes slowly, he looked at the brunette lying beside of him. He smiled as he
brushed a strand of hair from her face as she slept peacefully. Unable to
resist touching her, he allowed his hand to glide down her skin, pushing the
blanket down as he did.
Mumbling
lightly, she shifted closer to him in her sleep. His smile widened as she
draped her arm over him. Glancing at the clock, he was surprised that they had
slept for six hours. As he debated on whether or not to wake her, her hand slid
from his side and brushed against the front of his boxers causing an immediate
reaction.
Unable
to fight the urge any longer, he leaned over and kissed her lips softly before
moving his lips to her neck. He felt her hand move against him again as she
took a deep breath.
Pulling
back slightly, he looked into her eyes as her lids fluttered open. "I’m sorry…I
didn’t mean…to wake you…"
Her
fingers tugged at his shorts. "Off…get these off…"
Rolling
onto her back, she slid her silk panties down her legs and tossed them onto the
pile of clothes next to the closet door. His heart jumped at the thought of her
naked form underneath the blanket beside of him.
"Sara…are you…" His question was abruptly ended as her mouth
covered his, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
Her
nails lightly scraped down his back as she pulled him on top of her. Breaking
the kiss, she looked into his darkened eyes.
"I
need you…"
His
eyes closed as her lips latched onto the skin covering his collarbone. He
groaned lightly as her teeth nipped at his flesh. Pushing his boxers down his
legs, he eventually was able to remove them…leaving them somewhere near the bottom of the bed under the sheet.
His
hand caressed her thigh as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer
to her aching center. She sucked in a breath around his skin as she felt his
erection brush against her clitoris.
Releasing
the skin she had unintentionally marked, her hand moved up his neck to cradle
the side of his face. "Please…baby, please…"
Turning
his head to press a kiss into her palm, his right hand slid under her ass and
pulled her closer to him as he slid his cock into her hot depths. Her hand slid
from his mouth to the back of his neck, pulling him down towards her. She
pushed her hips against him as her tongue slid into his mouth.
He
sucked lightly on the soft muscle she offered as he began to move slowly within
her. She tightened her legs, urging him to push harder. He complied.
As
their bodies moved together, he broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook
of her neck. Hearing her soft sighs and moans grow louder, he knew that she was
getting close to the edge. Sucking the sensitive flesh of her neck into his
mouth, his pace increased. He felt her inner walls tighten around him as he
brushed against her g-spot with each stroke.
Feeling
his own orgasm building within him, he pumped harder into her…urging her to
come with him. She complied.
She
gripped his back tightly, leaving thin red marks across his skin, smothering
him with her juices as his sperm flooded her.
They
held onto one another as if their lives depended on the other as their bodies
calmed from the exertion. He nuzzled her neck, her fingers played in his damp
curls.
"Grissom?"
"Hm?"
"I
know…"
He
attempted to push himself up, only to have his body pressed tighter against her
as she strengthened her hold on him. "Know what, honey?"
"I
know…what isn’t right…"
Rolling
onto his side, his softening member slid from her. "You were thinking
about the case…while we were making love?"
She
wiped the sweat from his brow, a smile forming on her lips. "No…trust me…that’s not what was on my mind. It just hit me…"
She
leaned into him, brushing her lips against his. He pulled back to look into her
eyes.
"What
isn’t right?"
"Shower,
get dressed, we need to go see Brass…I’ll tell you on the way…"
He
pouted as she pushed him towards the edge of the bed. "Shower?"
She
chuckled as she climbed out of bed. "Do you really want to go see Brass
smelling like...sex?""
He
blushed lightly and shook his head as a grin formed. "No…I meant…you.
Shower with me…"
"Oh…"
Her blush matched his as she walked around the bed. "It would save time,
wouldn’t it?"
He
followed her out of the bedroom and down the hall. "Perhaps…"
"Down
boy…we have a big night ahead of us. That is…if my hunch is correct…"
He
glanced to his right and smiled lightly as she flipped through the pages of
notes in the folder. The sun was beginning to set, though the lights of the
city lit the sky brightly. He pulled into his parking spot and looked through
the windshield to see Brass standing against the stone wall outside of the
building. Sara’s head popped up as she closed the folder.
Turning
towards Grissom, she smiled and motioned towards the detective. "Come
on…let’s go get him."
He
shook his head in light amusement at her enthusiasm and exited the vehicle as
she did. He looked up to see Brass walking towards them.
"You
know…I haven’t even had dinner yet…"
"Grissom
will buy you a four course dinner later, okay? This is important…"
"So
I gathered…" He looked at Grissom and smiled. "You know, a steak will
be just fine. I don’t require four courses."
Rolling
his eyes, he walked to the door and held it open for Sara. Handing her his set
of keys, he offered her a brief wink. "Go to my office, get things set up.
I’ll get us some coffee and meet you there."
"I
take mine with a little milk and a little more sugar…"
He
turned his head to look at Jim. "And…you can make your own…"
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
"You’re
pretty good at poker, kid…"
Corey
shrugged gently. "Trials of a misspent youth, I suppose."
"I’m
a doctor."
"Was…"
Corey
looked across the table and narrowed his eyes slightly. "What?"
"Was…not am. You
won’t be a doctor once you leave here."
A
flash of anger was seen in the young man’s eyes. "I’ll always be a
doctor."
Rearranging
the cards he held in his hand, Corey sighed.
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
"So,
you’re saying…"
"What
I’m saying is…Kayla wasn’t his first…"
Brass
stared at the brunette and rubbed the back of his neck. "You think he’s
killed before?"
"I
didn’t say that." She smiled softly at his exasperation. "This may
very well have been his first murder…but, it’s not the first time he has
engaged in this type of behavior."
"Okay.
So, you don’t believe that he didn’t kill Ms. Clark?"
Grissom
pushed another folder towards Brass. "Evidence tells us he did. I don’t
believe it was premeditated, but he did put an end to her life."
Brass
looked over the pictures and the investigators’ analysis of the crime.
"Well…what say we go have a little talk with Mr. Jamison."
Pushing
her chair back, she stood and gathered the papers that she had strewn across
the desk. "I think we should…"
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
Grissom
glanced at the young man in the red jumpsuit as he sat down across the table
from Sara. He noticed the brief shiver that ran the length of Sara’s body and
gently placed his hand on her knee. Brass pulled out a chair at the end of the
table and sat down.
Corey
cleared his throat and looked into Sara’s eyes. "How can I help you?"
Tilting
her head slightly, a small smile formed on her lips. "You can help us by
telling us how many others there were…"
The
young man’s mouth dropped open slightly as he leaned back in his chair.
"Excuse me?"
"We
know Kayla wasn’t the only one…"
"Kayla
was the only one that I killed…" He closed his eyes tightly as the
admission came out.
"Didn’t
know your own strength?"
Corey
stared at the detective sitting to his left. "What?"
"You
broke her neck. What happened? Did she decide that sex with you was the wrong
thing?"
"No…I…no,
that’s not…"
"Why
don’t you just tell us what happened? Make it easier on yourself, Mr.
Jamison."
Taking
a deep breath, he ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes. "I
don’t really know what happened. We…we were talking. I kissed her…asked for
another chance. I loved her…missed her. I needed another chance." He
opened his eyes and looked into the steel blue eyes of the investigator sitting
beside of Sara. "The next thing I know…my hands were leaving her neck. My
fingers and thumbs were cramping…I was…very sore."
Grissom
raised an eyebrow and leaned forward slightly. "You don’t remember killing
her?"
"No, sir."
"You
don’t remember engaging in sexual activity with her?"
"No, sir. But…" He glanced at
Sara before focusing his eyes on Grissom again. "But, I do know that I
did…have sex with her. I don’t remember it, but I know it. And…I know that…she,
uh…she was…not alive…when I did…"
Mimicking
Grissom, Sara leaned forward in her chair. "How do you know that,
Corey?"
Corey’s
eyes bore into Sara’s. "You’re a very beautiful woman…"
Grissom’s
hand tightened on Sara’s knee.
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
Nick
looked up from the stack of files in front of him. "What did Greg
say?"
Warrick
pulled a folder from the stack and sat down. "Four samples of semen…one
donor…one match. Corey T. Jamison."
"Fucking
sick, man…"
Warrick
glanced up from the file in his hand. "What did you find?"
"In
the past year, six women have died under his care. All under the age of 29…all
would be considered nice-looking women. Most looked like…Kayla Clark."
Warrick
gave him a brief nod and stood. "We need to get this to Grissom…"
~
~ ~ ~
~ ~
"Mr.
Jamison…"
"Please
call me Corey."
Grissom’s
eyes narrowed at the man sitting across the table. "Mr. Jamison, we found
quite a few protein samples in the morgue. They’re being analyzed as we speak.
Would you like to go ahead and tell us what we’ll find?"
"I
didn’t kill them…"
Brass
crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, considering they were already in
the morgue…we kinda figured that you didn’t kill them
directly."
"Directly?"
Sara
rested her arms on the table in front of her. "You may not have done
everything in your power to help them. Therefore…you contributed to their
deaths. You were named in the malpractice suit associated with the
Corey
stared blankly as Grissom continued Sara’s thought. "But,
Mr. Jamison. There were a few that should have been questioned. Such as…Patricia Newcastle. Brought in
because of an allergic reaction to shellfish. According to Ms.
Newcastle’s records, proper treatment wasn’t received…resulting in her
death."
A
single tear trickled down Corey’s face. "Proper?"
Brass
slammed his hand down onto the table. "You let her die!"
"She…she
was so beautiful…I couldn’t…I tried to fight it…but, I couldn’t let her…I had
to let her…go…"
Grissom’s
mouth opened slightly. Sara inhaled deeply. Brass stared in disbelief. A soft
knock at the door was heard right before it opened, revealing Warrick holding a
folder. He nodded at Grissom and placed the folder in front of his supervisor.
Grissom
tore his eyes from the man being questioned and scanned the contents of the
folder in front of him. Removing his glasses, he looked into Corey’s eyes.
"We…can get you some help…"
Corey
chewed his bottom lip and allowed his eyes to drop. Shaking his head slowly, he
sighed. "No…"
"No?
Mr. Jamison…"
"What
you’ve found is…correct. I would let them die…and…then go to the morgue
for…visits." He looked back up at Sara. "I didn’t mean to kill
Kayla…"
"Then…take
what’s being offered. Your career is…well, Corey, it’s over. You’ll go to
prison for Kayla’s death, and you’ll be charged with as many as 5 counts of
negligent homicide. You have a problem…"
"You
think I don’t fucking know that? I KNOW there’s a problem. It’s not fucking
normal to do the things I do…"
"Then…"
"No…I
don’t want to be studied. I don’t want to be a drugged-out zombie. I…I just
want to pay for my crimes and…be forgotten…"
Brass
stood and leaned against the wall. "Do you honestly believe you’ll be
forgotten? Do you think Kayla’s parents and friends will just forget?"
"No…"
"At
least make it a little easier to understand…"
"I
deserve whatever punishment I receive." He stood and stared at Brass.
"Take me back to my cell. I’m in the middle of a poker game…"
Warrick
stood and walked down the hall with Brass and Corey. Grissom stared at the
empty chair across from Sara.
"Hey…you
okay?"
"He
wants to take responsibility…"
"Yeah…"
She turned his face towards her and offered him a gentle smile. "But, by
refusing treatment…he’s making this about him. He’s making himself bigger than
the crime…he’s using it to his advantage. There is a definite psychological
problem…"
She
paused as a smile graced his lips. Raising an eyebrow and tilting her head
slightly, she questioned him silently.
He
brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and grinned. "You’re reading
my mind again…"
She
chuckled and let her fingers glide over his thigh. "Never stopped…just had
to be patient…"
He
blushed lightly and stood up, offering her his hand. "Come on…we have
paperwork. And…then I’m sure Catherine might need your help on her case…"
"Goody…"
She muttered under her breath as she followed Grissom to his office.
Grissom
hid his smile successfully and slid into his office, pulling Sara in behind
him. With another case behind them, there would be more waiting. He grinned to
himself as he watched Sara going through the paperwork.
I love my job.
~ End