"So, what were you going to explain?" Grissom asked curiously.
"You know what kind of club I was at, right?" I asked drinking my coffee.
"No, what kind was it?" Cath asked motherly.
"It was a bondage club," I said smirking slightly.
"It was a what?" Grissom and Cath said together.
"Why does everyone react the same way?" I said rolling my eyes.
"Maybe because we never made you for one to like pain," Grissom said getting his composer back.
"Well, I do, but I promised these three an explanation about why," I said drinking the rest of my coffee.
"So start talking, and eat something," Sara said pushing a menu at me.
"No thanks, anyway I like pain because I was raised with pain. After a while I got used to it, sometimes even doing things wrong to get punished," I started to explain; "Only one other person alive knows any of this."
"Who is this person?" Nick said acting like an older brother.
"My boyfriend," I said pointing behind them.
Everyone turned to see Mark standing there. He had changed his outfit, and now had rainbow fingerless gloves, blood red silk button up shirt, black wings, tight black girl jeans, black and red skater shoes, and black and red pinstripe hat.
"Wait, your boyfriend is the bartender at the club?" Sara asked confused.
"Ya, Mark come here," I said calmly.
Mark looked at the people in the group and moved back slightly. Sighing I got up and walked to where he was standing. Mark was afraid to meet new people because of what he went through with his family.
"Mark, I promise they aren't going to hurt you," I said soothingly, "Not all people are bad."
"I'm sorry, hunny, I'm just scared," he said in a voice that didn't go above a whisper like normal.
"I know, I promise you that the only person that gets to hurt you is me," I said digging my nails into a bruise that I had given him a few days ago.
Mark nodded trying not to let a moan out. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the table. Feeling him shake slightly I motioned for Nick and Sara to scoot down so Mark could be at the end of the table if he had to run.
"Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Mark. Mark, these are my coworkers and friends Nick Stokes, Sara Sidle, Gil Grissom, Warrick Brown, and Catherine Willows," I said pointing to everyone.
"Hello," everyone said to Mark.
Mark didn't say anything back, just waved his hand slightly. His shaking only increased once everyone started to ask questions. Mark wasn't good with any of this yet. I just barely got it so he would leave his house, so I was amazed that he hadn't gone into a panic attack yet.
"So, how long have you two been together?" Cath asked motherly.
"Almost two years," I said proudly.
"Mark, I hear you work at the club we went to today," Grissom said staring at him.
Mark shrieked back from Grissoms stare and nodded his head quickly. I was fine with him not talking, since he couldn't talk all that well anyway. His shaking must have become visible because Grissoms glare softened.