Title: Masks

Author: Allison

Disclaimer: No not mine. Never will be.

Summary: Someone’s out for revenge…..

Rated: PG-13

Spoilers: none

“What’s that?” Sara’s head swiveled around, glancing at her three male co-workers as the lights flickered and slowly died out.

“ Downed power line maybe? The storm might have caused it.”

“Nick, it stopped raining a half an hour ago.”

“How was I supposed to-” he started, but was cut off by the sound of a loud crash at the end of the hall. Footsteps followed, accompanied by a series of low moans.

“Now I know THAT wasn’t good.” Greg stuffed his hands in his pockets eyeing the breakroom doorway. Gathering up his courage he edged himself close enough so that he could scan both sides of the corridor.

“Nothing.”

“Maybe one of Grissoms’ experiments got out.” Finding the first aid kit, Nick rummaged around until he found what he was looking for, a flashlight.

“Experiments? Um…uh oh.” Warricks’ eyes connected with Sara’s, a look of pure dread on his face.

“The rat…it was in the labroom. Warrick did you shut the cage door?” She asked a hint of worry in her voice.

“I think so.”

“You think so?! That thing could be loose in the building now!”

“Hey, hey, guys calm down…Even if the rat was loose. There is no way a rat could cause that much commotion…could it?”

All three sets of eyes fixed themselves on Greg’s still form. Something, or someone was in the building.

“Maybe we should check the rest of the building.” Sara suggested. “Greg do you see anything down that hallway?”

“N---wait. Something is on the floor. It looks like blood.” Stepping out into the hallway, he went only as close as necessary, getting a good look at the red puddles on the floor.

“This is definitely blood.” Something was behind him, breathing on his back.

“Guys? Nick? Sara?” Spinning around he came face to face with the trespasser. Dressed in black and sporting a Jason-like hockey mask, his blade gleamed, the moonlight bouncing off it.

“FUCK!”

He ran. Tripping over his own feet he streaked down the hallway, knocking someone else over in the process.~ Bunny mask. Rifle. ~ Get the hell out of there! Now. ~

* * * *

They saw Greg sprint down the hallway, heading for the CSI parking lot. Finding the pursuit utterly pointless, they met each other in the center of the now deserted corridor.

“Serves him right for locking us that supply closet all day. He flew out here like a bat outta hell.” She couldn’t help but chuckle as she removed the mask off of her face; the sight of Greg fleeing down the hallway still playing in her head.

“I don’t know Catherine. Maybe he did us a favor.” Following suit Grissom threw back his hood and lowered the hockey mask revealing his clear blue eyes, gleaming in the darkness.

“It wasn’t all bad I suppose.” ~Those eyes, and that smile. ~ she thought, edging herself closer to him.

“No it wasn’t.” ~God she’s gorgeous. ~

Her fingers met his cheek, caressing it softy before moving upwards and entangling themselves in his fine, gray curls.

“My place? After shift?” she hadn’t planned on it coming out so bluntly, so ugly, and she cursed herself inwardly for not thinking it over first.

~Yes~ “ Of course. But Catherine, you sure your up for it?”

“Grissom. I’ve got moves, you’ve never seen.”

~Fin~…. or is it?