Title: Cherry Suckin' – Chapter 2
Disclaimer: See previous chapter for disclaimers and stuff.
Summary: David and Archie tell their tales.
Rating: PG-13
A week later…
Warrick poked his head in lab where Sara was working. "Hey, Sara, you want to go to breakfast with us? Everybody is going."
"Really? Who is everybody?" She asked, hoping it wouldn't include Catherine and Grissom. She was still pretty much peeved at them.
"Well, not everybody, Me, Nick, David, Greg, and Archie."
"Okay, just let me put this stuff away."
They met at one of their favorite breakfast buffets. Nick and David were at their best and Sara couldn't help but laugh. They had Mimosa's with breakfast and everyone got loose and silly. They laughed a lot, especially when Greg and Archie began a debate over which car was the hottest, the Subaru STI or the Mitsubishi Lancer EVO.
"So why aren't Cath and Gris here?" Nick inquired, during a lull in the conversation.
"Uhmm, I saw them head out early. You guys ever wonder about them? I mean, well, you know, he spends an awful lot of time with her and Lindsey, and it seems like they always know what the other one is thinking and stuff like that." Greg trailed off.
Three people started talking at once. Warrick started with the Grissom just being supportive of Catherine since Eddie's death song and dance, then let it drop as Archie added. "Yeah, I have." "Nope. Not at all." David chimed in with a grin.
"What's up with that smirk, Dave? What do you know that we don't?" Nick leaned forward with a smirk on his face.
David was debating what to say when Warrick spoke up. "Hey, we probably ought to call it a night and get some sleep."
"No way, I want to know Dave's info. Don't you?" Nick said, elbowing Sara.
"Yeah, what do you know that we don't, David?" Sara added, pretty sure she already knew where this was headed, but this was the kind of information she wanted to know. A clue to the mystery!
"Oh, Shit!" Warrick thought.
David, feeling his Mimosa's, decided to rat out the two elder CSI's. "I caught them."
"What? Caught them? Details, man, I wanna hear the details." Nick sputtered. He, Sara, Greg and Archie were all ears at this point.
"Well, I was meeting them at this crime scene." David began. He checked out his audience, when certain they were all enraptured, he continued. "I got a little lost and ended up pulling in on the wrong side of the property. I knew I had the right address but I didn't know where they were, so I started to look for them. It was a full moon so I didn't need a flashlight. I came around the house and saw them at the back of Grissom's Tahoe. I guess they got bored with waiting for me because when I saw them, they were definitely 'making out'."
"Okaaaay, 'making out', exactly what were they doing, Dave?" Nick asked, totally getting off on this story!
"Well, maybe it was a little more than that." David teased, enjoying his role as storyteller.
"Spill it!" Nick demanded.
"I swear, Grissom had his hands in Catherine's pants. There was some total 'ass-grabbin' goin' on.' I couldn't see where Catherine's hands were, but she was pretty into it." David quickly answered. Warrick just groaned and covered his eyes. Sara was, at first, disgusted; but, then she thought about how sexy Grissom was when he was studying a crime scene and she decided it was understandable that Catherine could get caught up in the moment. Archie loved it. Greg was obviously getting a mental image of Grissom with his hands in Catherine's pants and Nick's mouth was hanging open.
"I sort of freaked. I jetted back to the morgue ride and pulled around to where they were. Grissom came around the Tahoe, pointed out the body, gave me some instructions, and they left." David continued.
Archie gauged their response to David's story for a moment then decided to add his own little tale. "I saw him suck a cherry out of her mouth once."
"What?" The rest of the group chaotically chorused together, utterly surprised.
"No way I'm believin' that, Arch, when?" Greg demanded being the first one to recover.
"Yeah, way, at the Renaissance festival. He sucked a cherry right outa her mouth. Don't you remember they were sitting at that picnic table sharing a hot fudge sundae when we saw them?" Archie huffily responded.
"Okay, say I believe you, how come you didn't tell me?" Greg demanded, clearly offended that Archie hadn't shared this awesome information with him.
"Well, I thought it had to be a figment of my imagination. Come on, I mean, think about it, Gruesome Grissom sucking a cherry out of the lovely Madam Willows' mouth? In public no less. I figured nobody would believe that!"
"All right, so why'd he suck a cherry out of her mouth?" Sara interjected as Greg and Archie glared at one another. She was having a little trouble with this mental image herself.
"I don't know." Archie whined. He realized that wasn't going to be enough of an answer as he took in their collective expressions so he began a recount of his memory. "Greg was checking out the chain mail in the blacksmith shop. I was hanging around outside thinkin' about getting some food. I saw them sitting there, and I was like 'Wow, that's Grissom and Catherine here at the Renaissance Festival! That Rocks!' Then she spooned up that cherry and popped it in her mouth. Grissom got this shocked looked and said something to her, I assume to protest that she had eaten it. She said something back, probably daring him to come take it or something. So then she stuck that cherry between her teeth and he leaned over, sorta kissed her and sucked it right out of her mouth. He ate it with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face I have ever seen."
"Man!" Nick said as he mentally conjured an image of the two of them and the now infamous cherry. Then his mind flashed to an image of Sara with a cherry between her teeth, teasing him to come and get it. "Whoa, down boy!" He chided himself.
"How 'bout them Mets." David said, feeling the conversation needed to be changed.
"Yeah, maybe they'll make the World Series next year." Warrick responded rather absently. He was thinking that he was definitely going to have fun teasing Cath about this little story.
"Man, I'm bushed." Nick rejoined.
"Yeah, we better call it a night." Sara added. With that, they paid the tab and headed to their homes for a good day's rest.
TBC
