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Here's another tale…
EAVESDROPPING 2
Greg was upset.
'Old age is a bitch' he thought bitterly 'I used to work two shifts in a row with only coffee to keep me going and …' he yawned '…now it's only two in the morning and I already feel like I'll need a whole week to recover. What will I do when I'm as old as Brass?'
He needed more coffee but he'd emptied his own thermos long ago; he'd have to raid the plebeian's stash in the break room. With a final look at his overflowing "to do" tray, he left the lab.
**
'This is odd' thought Greg when he saw that the shades in the break room were down. 'And the door is closed! Come on, I need some coffee…' He was about to try the doorknob when he heard some faint voices coming from within.
" (mumble, mumble) rub over…"
"...Like this?"
Catherine and Grissom. 'Oh, damn,' thought Greg 'I'll have to come later; no way am I letting them know I drink their cheap brew'. But it was weird that these two would be in there with the shades down- Unless…
Greg smiled and pressed his ear to the door.
"(mumble) … I'm ready"
"Without protection?" asked Grissom, sounding a bit severe
"You're clean, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah, and I want to stay that way, thank you very much"
"Fine, fine, do it your way. (mumble) not like that, Gil! Like this-"
"...Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am" Catherine said impatiently "Look, how many times have you done this?"
"Plenty of times!" Grissom replied, a bit peeved
"I mean lately, Grissom," challenged Catherine "I mean," she added pointedly "with someone else"
"Oh. Well " Grissom hesitated "(mumble, mumble) just paid for it"
"See? We'll do it my way, then" there were some slapping sounds that Greg couldn't identify "Now tell me, Gil" she coaxed "Do you like this?…"
"Mmmmh!"
"Ah, ha! " Catherine sounded pleased "... And this?"
"Mmmmh, mmmmh!" Grissom hummed delightedly
'My God', thought Greg, 'I can't believe these two are doing this in there! Ewww, they could have used other places, like the closet at the end of the hall, or the old lab-'
Catherine's voice interrupted Greg's thoughts.
"…Ah? Ah? You loved it, didn't you?" She sounded terribly smug "now, put it in-"
"What?" Grissom hesitated
"PUT IT IN!"
"But…Just like that?"
"Griss, may I remind you where we are? We aren't at my place-"
"Well no, but-"
"I mean, anybody could walk in at any minute and we don't want them to know, do we? It would spoil everything. Sara would be pissed-"
"Yes, but…"
"But nothing! We need to hurry!"
"Oh, all right! What do I do then?"
Greg shook his head, sadly 'Oh, Grissom, I can't believe you need instructions!!'
"First, let me feel (mumble)… Oh, this is so hot!" Catherine moaned
"As hot as you wanted" replied Grissom, sounding very proud of himself
"All right then, do it"
"Ok. I'll... Um… Er. Catherine? I'll need help"
'Grissom!' Greg wanted to go in and shake his boss 'Come on, man!'
"Oh, ok," Catherine said patiently, and Greg heard some rubbing sounds "Here we go…"
"Wait, Catherine! I don't think it'll fit"
"What? Oh, come on! Let me see... It's too big, Grissom!" Catherine protested
"But you were happy when I showed it to you!"
"Well of course I was, I mean, who wouldn't? What do we do... what do we do...? I know! Give me that. I'll grease it up a little"
'Ooooh, kinky' whispered Greg, feeling a little guilty; he was acting like a teenager, for God's sake.
"Ready, Gil? We'll do it on a count of three-"
'Oh, come on,' thought Greg, 'these two know nothing about romance!'
"One..." Catherine started "Two.... Threeeee-!" Catherine grunted as though making a great effort "-eeeeeh…!" she howled
"Oh, God, it's..." Grissom panted "Almost... almost… there-"
Greg was sweating now 'Oh, my God'
"Just push, Gil!" encouraged Catherine "Do it, do it…Now, NOW.... YESSS!
"YES!" gasped Grissom and there were all kind of metallic sounds, and Greg wondered what sort of kinky stuff an entomologist might come up with. After all, to impress Catherine one should have to be inventive…
"Gil," whispered Catherine "…are you all right?"
"Well… I think the skin's torn-"
"Greg?" Nick tapped Greg on the shoulder "What's up?"
"JEEZEE!" Greg jumped "MAN, DON'T SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!
"Whoa, what's the matter with you? What are you doing here? Hey, do you have my results?"
"Yeah, yeah" Greg was evasive "I'll have them ready, just...just not now!" Greg moaned, fleeing down the hall.
"Hey, Greg? Where are you going?" Nick followed his friend "… And why are you walking funny?"
Meanwhile, in the break room, Catherine was washing up.
"Ugh, my hands are all greasy!"
"I told you to use protection," said Grissom, smugly taking off his latex gloves.
"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Clean. How's the skin?"
"It'll be ok. I'll just cover it"
Catherine dried her hands and leant on the counter "So, Grissom, do you admit this was a good idea?"
"Yes, I do. In fact, I think I'll do it again"
"Oh? No more paying for it, then?"
"Oh, well, that depends, you know. Sometimes it's great to just sit back and have someone else do the job"
Catherine smiled indulgently "Have it your way. Now, did you really set the oven like I told you? I think it's too hot"
"Look for yourself, Ms. Willows. But we'll need help to take that turkey out, you know. It's too big, your pan is too heavy, and with all that stuffing-"
"I'll ask Warrick. I'll tell him at the last minute, so it doesn't spoil the surprise. Meanwhile, I'll go down the deli to order enough gravy for 20 people; oh, and a salad for Ms. Sara-I-am-a-Vegetarian-Sidle -"
"…I'll take any cases that come up…"
"…Right, and I'll keep an eye on our New Year's Eve meal. Even if the skin's torn, this turkey will taste great"
"Now, can I have some more of that great stuffing you prepared?"
"Sure, Gil. Here you go-"
"Mmmmmmh!"