"Ties That Bind"
Author: Michelle Arnaud
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I have no involvement with the cast or crew of C.S.I: Crime Scene Investigation. The character names [except the one of the original character] belong to Anthony E. Zuiker, executive producer.
Intro: Nick Stokes is sleeping with the boss' daughter, Jennifer Grissom and hiding their late night sexcapades. The Nerd Squad is trying to solve a case, but it's taking too long of a time. While another crime is being committed and it directly affects one of the criminologists.
Nick lay there in the bed with the sun shining on his face. Bright. Too bright for him to even squint.
He went to get up when he was pushed back down by a tall, green eyed blonde who hovered over him in just her red lace and satin underwear.
"Finally." He said smirking. "The sun is out of my eyes."
"Aw, what's this? Mr. Grumpy. I thought maybe last night would have put you in a better mood." The tall blonde said. "Because I know it did me." She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "If it wasn't for work I'd stay here with you all day."
"Ah Jen," Nick started to say as a finger ran in the inside elastic of her panties. "We can be late, we have been working on this case for more than two days, it's not like we have to rush in there and solve that case today." He grinned. "Just like you, I think I'm up for a little more fun." He said pulling Jennifer closer reaching around and undoing the bra clasp. Throwing the bra across the bedroom he smiled and rolled over for now he's on top. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He smiled.
"I bet you say that to all the girls." She snickered as he slid off her panties. With a slight gasp ceding from her lips, he slowly entered her and began to thrust as he leaned down and kissed her lips. Their night of adventure started again in the brightness of the sun.
"I've got all these fingerprints. How does Grissom expect me to get through them all in an hour." Sara bellowed. "There's just too much."
"God you're crabby." Warrick muttered. "Don't you remember that time when I had to put that shattered window back together. It took forever. Of course I was pissed, but I still got it done. In the frame of time I was allotted."
"Shut up." Sara grumped and went back to lifting the prints onto the scanner. "Now this, is gonna take forever."
"Hey, have you seen either Nick or Jennifer? I've got the DNA results that they wanted processed from yesterday." Greg said as he walked into the lab. "I've got other things to do you know."
"What? Is there a full moon that I don't know about?" Warrick snuffed as he shuffled through the mounds of paper on the lab table.
"What are you talking about?" Greg said as he plopped down on the chair.
Warrick just rolled his eyes and sighed. "Both you and Sara are crabby. Did you run out of Wheaties this morning?"
Both Greg and Sara ignored the comment and went back to what they were previously doing. "We'll, if you see either, tell them that I am looking for them." Greg said standing up and heading out the door.
"You know, if your dad finds out about us.." Nick began.
"Don't worry. He won't Nick. Not if we don't act professional, or anything to give it away." Jennifer said fixing her hair in the mirror in the flap above the passengers' side.
"Jen, you're dad is an investigator. He'll find out." Nick protested.
"He investigates crime scenes, just like us. He has never investigated me. Ever. He always trusted me." She said pinning her hair back and closing the flap.
"Well that went right out the window last night and just a few hours ago." Nick said with a grin crossing his face. He sighed. "When are you gonna tell him Jennifer. He needs to know that there's something going on between his daughter and one of his criminologists."
"I will. In time. Right now we have this crime to solve." She said swooping out of the silver Tahoe. She wanted to kiss him, but would risk everything is anyone saw the two making a public display of affection. That's why they'd only see each other at night. Especially at his place. That's why she showered after their sessions of love making. She would always smell of his cologne.
She strutted into the locker room and placed her purse into her neatly organized locker. That's one thing she couldn't shed of her father. Neatness. She loved him dearly. But she could never be like Gil Grissom. He was too perfect. To wrapped up in his work. That's why he never married her mother. The work got the best of him. But he was always there when Jennifer needed him, day or night. Long distance phone call or drive to California. There was one thing Jennifer couldn't stand. Even when she was a little girl. His bugs. The creepy crawlies always made her squirm, even if they were dead behind glass in the picture frames. Or even worse, the live ones he would collect and leave in a jar on the kitchen table. She would scream her little lungs out if she saw one peering at her through the plastic.
Jennifer put her badge on the flap of her jean jacket and walked into the break room grabbing a quick cup of coffee. Probably Greg's forty dollar a pound blue Hawaiian coffee, but she couldn't care. She needed some caffeine to get her through the long day that lay ahead. She strolled past the DNA lab with ease when she heard a familiar voice shout out her name.
"Yo Jenny!" Greg shouted.. Jennifer stopped. She turned around on the balls of the heels of her shoes and headed into the lab.
"I'm gonna pretend that I didn't hear you say that." She directed at Greg. She always hated it when someone called her Jenny. It sounded so not her. Jenn sounded older. Anything to make her feel or look older was a bonus, especially when you were thirteen.
"Sorry." He said half-smiling. "Where you've been? I've been looking all over for you and Nick."
"I was late getting to work. Car problems. Nick was kind enough to give me a ride. And you know that I live close to downtown so you know the traffic. Would you like that down in writing?" She retorted. He looked at her then at the floor. He thought about what she said, then smiled and looked back at her then turned around to snatch the piece of paper from the clutter of papers on his so called desk. Yes! He bought it. She didn't need Greg of all people knowing that she was having sex with Nick.
"Well anyway," He paused his eyes skimming the sheet once more. "Your suspect lost a lot of mucus. Sneezed more likely." He said beaming. He always wanted to be the one to break the first hint of surprise. Or maybe even break the case. As Nick said once, Greg is a CSI wannabe.
"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Nick and I knew that. We could tell by the spray on the glass window in the hallway. But, nice try Greg." She smiled taking the paper from him.
"But, what you two didn't know was your suspect, loves to pump, it up." He said with his best Arnold Swarzinegger impression. "Hard core steroids. Top of the line stuff too. Maybe a top of the line body builder, or someone stole it from him. He could have been supplied with it."
"Can you do me a huge favor?" Jennifer asked. His eye lit up when she uttered the words 'do me'. Greg always found Jennifer attractive, but never spoke a word. He was too afraid of embarrassment, or rejection from the boss' daughter maybe.
"Sure." He said.
"Well since we already have what's in the steroids, how's about maybe running where it may be sold at?" She winked at him. "You know, I'd really appreciate it and I know you're really busy, but you never know. There maybe something in it for you." She grinned with her eyes wide.
He could feel himself tighten, he paused then spoke. "And that may be?"
"The newest game release for X-box. Because I know you, the video game conisure has the latest in video game technology am I right?" She hinted.
"A bribe? Jennifer Grissom I am shocked. But I'll take. You've always treated me with the utmost respect. And you always listen to my stories." He smiled.
"Greg, I always love listening to your stories. But, how about I let you get back to your work." She grinned and walked out of the door and bumped into Nick. She smiled and waited for him to say something.
"I was just looking for you." He said not even giving hint about their late night rondez-vouz. "Warrick said that Greg was looking for us. I take it you were talking to him about what he wanted to tell us."
"Yeah, as a matter of fact." She said walking down the hall into their tiny shoebox office at the end of the hall, "Greg found traces of steroids in our suspects DNA. Heavy amounts. So I'm thinking body builder or drug addict."
"What's he doing now. And with a grin on his face?" Nick asked sitting down in his desk chair.
"I bribed him into processing the DNA. New game for the X Box. I asked him to find out where this top of the line steroid may have been sold. Once we find out where, we may be able to put the 'roid to the ingestee. And our suspect." She said looking over the file.
"Jenn, you know that could be anybody in this city. And that's a far cry to the millions of people living here." He said looking sternly at her.
"Nick. If it's a top of the line steroid, only so many people may purchase it. It could be a professional type of steroid, illegal steroid or very expensive steroid. We won't know until Coffee Boy runs from that lab to this office." She smiled. She wanted to talk about last night. God, did she ever. She wanted to tell Nick how she felt when his body pressed up against hers, how she felt when his hands ran over her breasts. Or just, how he felt. Jennifer wanted to tell him how he was her first. How he took her virginity. She tried telling him before, but his ego was inflated the first time they did it. The pain of her first time subsided after a few hours, but it dissapeared the second time they went at it.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked. He lowered his voice. "Is it about last night?" It was like he could read her mind. But it was written on her face. In her eyes. He saw it last night as he looked into her eyes when he thrusted into her.
"We can't talk about it here." She said.
"Then how about tonight. Same place, same time. Perhaps same activity?" He smirked with his beautiful brown eyes sparkling.
Jennifer went to talk, but was abruptly stopped by Catherine walking in. They did share the office with her. "It's wicked serious in here. I didn't inturrupt something, did I?" She asked.
"No, just thinking about the case." Jennifer lied between her teeth. "Have anything good?"
"No. But your dad is in a meeting with the Sheriff." She stated. "How I do not want to be in there with him."
"I second that." Jennifer said ruffling through the file looking at what they had so far.
"Brian, I can't. As much as I love her and think of her as a good CSI, I just can't up her level. I can't with out everyone asking why." Grissom shouted.
"Gil, I know she's your daughter, but I don't really care. Jennifer is an asset to the team, that is why I requested for her to be transferred here. If the others squak then can come see me." Brian Mobley said.
Gil sighed. He thought about it for a while. The finally spoke. "Alright. But you're doing it. Not me. You tell her." He said getting up and walking out of the door towards the parking lot. It took him only a few minutes to get home. He was dead tired. But he could just go back to work and scoff it off. He needed a nap.
"Jenn." Sara called as she entered the break room. "There's a message from front desk, saying your dad had to fly to California. Your grandma is having problems with the neighbours again and your dad has gone to sort it out. He said he'll be back in a few days."
Jennifer sighed. "Will those people ever learn to leave an old lady alone. She couldn't hurt a fly but yet they give her problems." It wasn't unusual for her dad to fly out to Van Nuys once and a while to sort things out. This was his mother and he protected her, just like Jenn. "Who'd he leave in charge?" She asked working on the crossword. Another trait her father passed on.
"You." She said.
Jennifer stopped in the middle of a word. "Me? Why me? I'm only CSI 2. Nick, Catherine and Warrick have a high position than I do."
"Actually it wasn't him who gave it to you. It was the Sheriff. And he also uped your rank to CSI 3. Your badge is with the receptionist." She said sitting down.
"That's odd." Jennifer said. "I haven't solved enough cases yet to get Level 3 clearance."
"Hey, when the situation is presented to you and it's free. Jump at it. I know I would." She said opening the bottle of orange juice.
Catherine walked into the room with Warrick and Nick. "We've got a 420 at a warehouse downtown. No body but blood everywhere. We've been assigned to it. So let's hit the road. Our previous case has been but on hold until further notice."
Everyone got up and walked outside to the Tahoes. Jenn rode with Nick, of course, and Warrick tagged along. The sirens blaring the raced down the streets of Vegas.
Author: Michelle Arnaud
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I have no involvement with the cast or crew of C.S.I: Crime Scene Investigation. The character names [except the one of the original character] belong to Anthony E. Zuiker, executive producer.
Intro: Nick Stokes is sleeping with the boss' daughter, Jennifer Grissom and hiding their late night sexcapades. The Nerd Squad is trying to solve a case, but it's taking too long of a time. While another crime is being committed and it directly affects one of the criminologists.
Nick lay there in the bed with the sun shining on his face. Bright. Too bright for him to even squint.
He went to get up when he was pushed back down by a tall, green eyed blonde who hovered over him in just her red lace and satin underwear.
"Finally." He said smirking. "The sun is out of my eyes."
"Aw, what's this? Mr. Grumpy. I thought maybe last night would have put you in a better mood." The tall blonde said. "Because I know it did me." She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "If it wasn't for work I'd stay here with you all day."
"Ah Jen," Nick started to say as a finger ran in the inside elastic of her panties. "We can be late, we have been working on this case for more than two days, it's not like we have to rush in there and solve that case today." He grinned. "Just like you, I think I'm up for a little more fun." He said pulling Jennifer closer reaching around and undoing the bra clasp. Throwing the bra across the bedroom he smiled and rolled over for now he's on top. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He smiled.
"I bet you say that to all the girls." She snickered as he slid off her panties. With a slight gasp ceding from her lips, he slowly entered her and began to thrust as he leaned down and kissed her lips. Their night of adventure started again in the brightness of the sun.
"I've got all these fingerprints. How does Grissom expect me to get through them all in an hour." Sara bellowed. "There's just too much."
"God you're crabby." Warrick muttered. "Don't you remember that time when I had to put that shattered window back together. It took forever. Of course I was pissed, but I still got it done. In the frame of time I was allotted."
"Shut up." Sara grumped and went back to lifting the prints onto the scanner. "Now this, is gonna take forever."
"Hey, have you seen either Nick or Jennifer? I've got the DNA results that they wanted processed from yesterday." Greg said as he walked into the lab. "I've got other things to do you know."
"What? Is there a full moon that I don't know about?" Warrick snuffed as he shuffled through the mounds of paper on the lab table.
"What are you talking about?" Greg said as he plopped down on the chair.
Warrick just rolled his eyes and sighed. "Both you and Sara are crabby. Did you run out of Wheaties this morning?"
Both Greg and Sara ignored the comment and went back to what they were previously doing. "We'll, if you see either, tell them that I am looking for them." Greg said standing up and heading out the door.
"You know, if your dad finds out about us.." Nick began.
"Don't worry. He won't Nick. Not if we don't act professional, or anything to give it away." Jennifer said fixing her hair in the mirror in the flap above the passengers' side.
"Jen, you're dad is an investigator. He'll find out." Nick protested.
"He investigates crime scenes, just like us. He has never investigated me. Ever. He always trusted me." She said pinning her hair back and closing the flap.
"Well that went right out the window last night and just a few hours ago." Nick said with a grin crossing his face. He sighed. "When are you gonna tell him Jennifer. He needs to know that there's something going on between his daughter and one of his criminologists."
"I will. In time. Right now we have this crime to solve." She said swooping out of the silver Tahoe. She wanted to kiss him, but would risk everything is anyone saw the two making a public display of affection. That's why they'd only see each other at night. Especially at his place. That's why she showered after their sessions of love making. She would always smell of his cologne.
She strutted into the locker room and placed her purse into her neatly organized locker. That's one thing she couldn't shed of her father. Neatness. She loved him dearly. But she could never be like Gil Grissom. He was too perfect. To wrapped up in his work. That's why he never married her mother. The work got the best of him. But he was always there when Jennifer needed him, day or night. Long distance phone call or drive to California. There was one thing Jennifer couldn't stand. Even when she was a little girl. His bugs. The creepy crawlies always made her squirm, even if they were dead behind glass in the picture frames. Or even worse, the live ones he would collect and leave in a jar on the kitchen table. She would scream her little lungs out if she saw one peering at her through the plastic.
Jennifer put her badge on the flap of her jean jacket and walked into the break room grabbing a quick cup of coffee. Probably Greg's forty dollar a pound blue Hawaiian coffee, but she couldn't care. She needed some caffeine to get her through the long day that lay ahead. She strolled past the DNA lab with ease when she heard a familiar voice shout out her name.
"Yo Jenny!" Greg shouted.. Jennifer stopped. She turned around on the balls of the heels of her shoes and headed into the lab.
"I'm gonna pretend that I didn't hear you say that." She directed at Greg. She always hated it when someone called her Jenny. It sounded so not her. Jenn sounded older. Anything to make her feel or look older was a bonus, especially when you were thirteen.
"Sorry." He said half-smiling. "Where you've been? I've been looking all over for you and Nick."
"I was late getting to work. Car problems. Nick was kind enough to give me a ride. And you know that I live close to downtown so you know the traffic. Would you like that down in writing?" She retorted. He looked at her then at the floor. He thought about what she said, then smiled and looked back at her then turned around to snatch the piece of paper from the clutter of papers on his so called desk. Yes! He bought it. She didn't need Greg of all people knowing that she was having sex with Nick.
"Well anyway," He paused his eyes skimming the sheet once more. "Your suspect lost a lot of mucus. Sneezed more likely." He said beaming. He always wanted to be the one to break the first hint of surprise. Or maybe even break the case. As Nick said once, Greg is a CSI wannabe.
"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Nick and I knew that. We could tell by the spray on the glass window in the hallway. But, nice try Greg." She smiled taking the paper from him.
"But, what you two didn't know was your suspect, loves to pump, it up." He said with his best Arnold Swarzinegger impression. "Hard core steroids. Top of the line stuff too. Maybe a top of the line body builder, or someone stole it from him. He could have been supplied with it."
"Can you do me a huge favor?" Jennifer asked. His eye lit up when she uttered the words 'do me'. Greg always found Jennifer attractive, but never spoke a word. He was too afraid of embarrassment, or rejection from the boss' daughter maybe.
"Sure." He said.
"Well since we already have what's in the steroids, how's about maybe running where it may be sold at?" She winked at him. "You know, I'd really appreciate it and I know you're really busy, but you never know. There maybe something in it for you." She grinned with her eyes wide.
He could feel himself tighten, he paused then spoke. "And that may be?"
"The newest game release for X-box. Because I know you, the video game conisure has the latest in video game technology am I right?" She hinted.
"A bribe? Jennifer Grissom I am shocked. But I'll take. You've always treated me with the utmost respect. And you always listen to my stories." He smiled.
"Greg, I always love listening to your stories. But, how about I let you get back to your work." She grinned and walked out of the door and bumped into Nick. She smiled and waited for him to say something.
"I was just looking for you." He said not even giving hint about their late night rondez-vouz. "Warrick said that Greg was looking for us. I take it you were talking to him about what he wanted to tell us."
"Yeah, as a matter of fact." She said walking down the hall into their tiny shoebox office at the end of the hall, "Greg found traces of steroids in our suspects DNA. Heavy amounts. So I'm thinking body builder or drug addict."
"What's he doing now. And with a grin on his face?" Nick asked sitting down in his desk chair.
"I bribed him into processing the DNA. New game for the X Box. I asked him to find out where this top of the line steroid may have been sold. Once we find out where, we may be able to put the 'roid to the ingestee. And our suspect." She said looking over the file.
"Jenn, you know that could be anybody in this city. And that's a far cry to the millions of people living here." He said looking sternly at her.
"Nick. If it's a top of the line steroid, only so many people may purchase it. It could be a professional type of steroid, illegal steroid or very expensive steroid. We won't know until Coffee Boy runs from that lab to this office." She smiled. She wanted to talk about last night. God, did she ever. She wanted to tell Nick how she felt when his body pressed up against hers, how she felt when his hands ran over her breasts. Or just, how he felt. Jennifer wanted to tell him how he was her first. How he took her virginity. She tried telling him before, but his ego was inflated the first time they did it. The pain of her first time subsided after a few hours, but it dissapeared the second time they went at it.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked. He lowered his voice. "Is it about last night?" It was like he could read her mind. But it was written on her face. In her eyes. He saw it last night as he looked into her eyes when he thrusted into her.
"We can't talk about it here." She said.
"Then how about tonight. Same place, same time. Perhaps same activity?" He smirked with his beautiful brown eyes sparkling.
Jennifer went to talk, but was abruptly stopped by Catherine walking in. They did share the office with her. "It's wicked serious in here. I didn't inturrupt something, did I?" She asked.
"No, just thinking about the case." Jennifer lied between her teeth. "Have anything good?"
"No. But your dad is in a meeting with the Sheriff." She stated. "How I do not want to be in there with him."
"I second that." Jennifer said ruffling through the file looking at what they had so far.
"Brian, I can't. As much as I love her and think of her as a good CSI, I just can't up her level. I can't with out everyone asking why." Grissom shouted.
"Gil, I know she's your daughter, but I don't really care. Jennifer is an asset to the team, that is why I requested for her to be transferred here. If the others squak then can come see me." Brian Mobley said.
Gil sighed. He thought about it for a while. The finally spoke. "Alright. But you're doing it. Not me. You tell her." He said getting up and walking out of the door towards the parking lot. It took him only a few minutes to get home. He was dead tired. But he could just go back to work and scoff it off. He needed a nap.
"Jenn." Sara called as she entered the break room. "There's a message from front desk, saying your dad had to fly to California. Your grandma is having problems with the neighbours again and your dad has gone to sort it out. He said he'll be back in a few days."
Jennifer sighed. "Will those people ever learn to leave an old lady alone. She couldn't hurt a fly but yet they give her problems." It wasn't unusual for her dad to fly out to Van Nuys once and a while to sort things out. This was his mother and he protected her, just like Jenn. "Who'd he leave in charge?" She asked working on the crossword. Another trait her father passed on.
"You." She said.
Jennifer stopped in the middle of a word. "Me? Why me? I'm only CSI 2. Nick, Catherine and Warrick have a high position than I do."
"Actually it wasn't him who gave it to you. It was the Sheriff. And he also uped your rank to CSI 3. Your badge is with the receptionist." She said sitting down.
"That's odd." Jennifer said. "I haven't solved enough cases yet to get Level 3 clearance."
"Hey, when the situation is presented to you and it's free. Jump at it. I know I would." She said opening the bottle of orange juice.
Catherine walked into the room with Warrick and Nick. "We've got a 420 at a warehouse downtown. No body but blood everywhere. We've been assigned to it. So let's hit the road. Our previous case has been but on hold until further notice."
Everyone got up and walked outside to the Tahoes. Jenn rode with Nick, of course, and Warrick tagged along. The sirens blaring the raced down the streets of Vegas.