Chapter Three
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimers et al see Chapter One
Prompts from CSIGeekFan: cat, battleship, black, dog and psychology.
"That is the cat I want." His tone was no nonsense. Sara recognized the 'boss' quality to it. However, they weren't at work so she could argue a bit with him.
"But Grissom, she is pregnant." Sara pointed to the yellow tabby in the cage at the local animal shelter.
"And?"
"You want to adopt a pregnant cat? Bruno is already going to stroke out with a cat moving in with us, but one that is going to have a litter soon? Are you crazy?"
His blue eyes were full of mischief, "I married you, didn't I?"
"You sank my battleship." Greg's voice sounded a bit hurt.
He noticed Grissom's bewildered expression. He felt he needed to push the subject, even if Grissom chose to ignore it.
"Greg, I know the game. What is your point of reference?" Sternly, he looked at Greg from his kneeling position over a dead body. The insect activity captured all of Grissom's attention.
"I thought I had a chance with her, you know. I never did, she wanted you. Go after her. She needs you."
"I know, Greg. Soon."
"Really?"
Grissom smiled; Greg went back to work.
Sara stood before her lover clad only in black lingerie.
No words were spoken. He took her into his arms, planted kisses along her jaw line. Grissom's hands roamed beneath the silk panties for a moment, then roamed upward and unhooked the bra. It came off effortlessly when he carried her to bed.
He shed his boxers; Sara pulled off her remaining underwear.
His body covered her's in an instant; his dick slid home in a grunt.
Their bodies moved together in an age old dance; slowly building to orgasm.
They came together, then fell asleep within the other's arms.
"Why did you name your dog 'Hank'?"
The boxer was playfully sniffing her while she sat on the couch next to Grissom.
"You remember Hank Goldbloom?" Sara shook her head. "The head of the Forensic Academy," he prompted.
"The man who asked you to speak at the conference where we met?"
Grissom smiled, "Hank was a thanks for speaking at that conference."
"You've had him as long as you've known me?"
"Yeah."
"Why is this the first time Hank and I have met then?"
She had a point, but he couldn't answer her question.
"There's a term for that, Warrick; and I believe I saw it once in a psychology textbook when I was in college." Sara laughed and smiled at him.
Brown stuck his tongue at her before turning his back to continue with his work. The two had worked a murder of a mechanic, without any leads. They'd decided to do a scene recreation to hopefully see something they hadn't at the scene.
A sudden thought went through his head. "Hey Sara?"
The cover-all clad Sara looked up.
"It's not as bad as you having an affair with our boss."
Busted.
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