Who Drabbled What?
Chapter Nine
By MSCSIFANGSR and JellyBeanChiChi
Drabbles from last chapter: 71, 74, 77, 79 by JellyBeanChiChi and 72, 73, 75, 76, 78, 80 by MSCSIFANGSR
Who da guesser? Sylvie da guesser! Way to go!
Prompts given by Belisma80: 81. Pickle 82. Mascara 83. Scissors 84. Ipod 85. Water
Prompts given by Starrynight8225: 86. Picnic, 87. Basket 88. Envelope 89. Teddy Bear 90. Water Bottle (DD)
A husband surprised his wife and found her suspiciously nude in bed. She immediately cried, "Rape."
Not one to dispute an alleged victim, Catherine took an objective look at evidence and with her usual meticulous precision took samples of stains upon the bed sheets.
Along with semen and vaginal contributions was something interesting.
"Salad dressing. The 'victim' fessed up and said she and her boy toy used it as a lubricant."
Grissom shook his head. "What type of dressing was it?"
"Creamy cucumber."
"So they used it because they were in a pickle?"
Catherine groaned. She walked right into that.
Grissom watched from the driver's side of the vehicle as Catherine hastily applied eye make-up using the passenger side mirror.
"Did you know the ancient Egyptians used mascara to ward off evil spirits and bad energy?"
Catherine cut her baby blues toward him in annoyance. "Are you gonna tell me that men used it, too; cause if you want to borrow this, you can."
"Yes; no."
Catherine looked again at the man driving. He was attractive for a man nearing fifty, she couldn't figure out why no woman had snagged him.
Well, one had, he just hadn't realized it yet.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" they said.
"DAMMIT!" Greg shouted.
Warrick hoisted Greg into the dumpster just as Grissom walked up to the duo. "How did you get Greg in there so willingly and so fast?"
"RPS."
"Ah," Grissom nodded.
"I keep telling him, it's not a game for the weak-minded. I own Greggo in that game."
Greg popped up from the garbage. "You made a lucky guess."
Warrick smiled.
"Don't worry Greg," Grissom said. "When you're out of that steaming, smelly filth, just remember whose car you'll sit in when you return to the lab. And it won't be mine."
As they entered the room investigating the death of Amelia Rueben, Sara noticed something odd about Warrick. "Hey, what's that in your ear?"
"Ipod. I got it about a month ago. Archie helped me with it. I didn't know I needed an Apple computer for it to be compatible."
"Yeah, I heard they were going to upgrade so PC users could utilize music through a USB cable."
"You're such a nerd, Sara."
"Any Miles Rueben?"
"Oh, yeah. So, which side do you want?" He gestured to the opulent suite.
Laughing, "I'll take the west wing."
"It's a nice place."
"Uh-huh."
She witnessed four coworkers shot to death and now sat in an office as investigators worked the crime scene.
She watched one man intently, and saw how his eyes followed the hands of the brunette as she wrote notes.
When others spoke to him his face stood stoic. But when his attention went to her, there was a hint of softness.
He entered her office. "Miss? I'm Gil Grissom. Has someone spoken to you?"
She looked blank. "Yes. Your girlfriend."
"Excuse me?"
"She went to get me a drink."
Sara then entered the office with a glass of water.
He hated her work boots, especially when he tripped over them.
She hated the sarcastic remark he said after he tripped over her boots.
"You know, Grissom, living with you is no picnic either."
"I think it is."
"Oh really? Explain."
"A couple spends time outdoors. There is sunscreen and bugs involved. Food that should be hot is served cold." He wrapped his arms around her. "We just processed in the desert. We applied sunscreen and, according to Nick, 'Where there's Grissom, there's bugs.'"
She smiled.
"So it is a picnic. You want the last slice of cold pizza, dear?"
Greg and Nick did all of the teasing as they sat at the diner and ate breakfast with Sara and Catherine.
"So where did he put the ring? In a cocoon?"
"That's the dumbest thing I've heard," Nick said.
"No, it's totally Grissom. So, Sara, did he bring protection for the honeymoon?"
"You mean a mosquito net, right?" Nick chuckled.
When they left, Sara and Catherine enjoyed a cup of coffee.
"No comments, Cath?" Sara asked.
Catherine put her cup down and looked at Sara softly. "He was a basket case when you left. Both times. You're good for him."
"So, why didn't you put a stamp on this?"
Sara's voice, while inquisitive, had an allure of sexiness that broke Grissom's concentration. He looked up and stared at the envelope in her hand.
"Would you believe that I knew you'd be watching a Godzilla movie and as soon as you finished your yogurt, you'd start thumbing through my Shakespeare volume?"
"No," Sara said, a smile upon her face.
He took off his glasses and approached her. "I should have."
"It would have cost you 41 cents."
"I'm sorry," he said. "You deserve more."
"More than a stamp?"
"More than me."
"How many times in your life have you bought a little girl a teddy bear?"
"Once."
"And that makes you the expert?" Sara pulled off her sunglasses and looked at the man driving, who shrugged in response. "Who was the little girl?"
"Who do you think?"
"Lindsey." They were silent for a while, before Sara continued, "We're going to buy the biggest, cuddliest, cutest teddy bear at the toy store."
"Sara, I know this, you've told me several times."
"I'm not going overboard, am I?"
"Your newly rediscovered brother's daughter is well worth any expense."
"Thank you, Gil."
"Anytime, sweetheart."
A slick, wet condensation accumlulated on the outside of the blue transparent water bottle in the past several minutes since either of the occupants on the couch noticed.
They were otherwise engaged with the tasting of the other.
Lips and tongues battled for dominance as the man had finally achieved the upper hand, for the moment, because soon after the woman, panting for breath, had the man flipped over onto his back under her captive embrace.
"Uncle!" he conceded.
"Grissom, really? I thought we were wrestling, then you start kissing me, then I pin you and you give up?"
He grabbed the water with his right hand and squirted a stream into his mouth. "I haven't given up."
"Oh really?" Sara relieved him of the bottle. "I think you were trying to distract me."
"True."
They both stood, the water forgotten, and began grappling again. Grissom had Sara's arms trapped between his body and with a move unknown in professional wrestling, Sara slipped away from his embrace by sliding her tongue along his collarbone.
"So who's distracting who?"
Grissom allowed Sara to continue her ministrations, her tongue trailing down his chest.
"Want to take this to the bedroom?"
"Oh, yeah."
TBC
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