Title: Dark Compulsion
Author: IrishDachsie
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…
Dark
Compulsion
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.
“Nova Scotia, July 10 – 24 2002. Kayla M. Clark and Corey T. Jamison.”
“Two weeks? In Nova
Scotia?” Sara quickly pulled the
photograph from his hand to study it.
“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 Trauma Center at UMC closed last July…one week before
his two week vacation with Ms. Clark.
Malpractice suit. His name was
on the list of those involved in treatment.”
“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 Las Vegas. Brass took the moments of silence to flip through his notes from the informal questioning of Corey Jamison.
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 t