Disclaimer: is in chapter 1.
RATING M. Mostly for the previous chapters. That said - there will probably be further reason for it later.
This is not beta'd as you can probably tell.
Thanks reviews are loved and appreciated… you all are awesome...
GSR... and includes season 7 stuff
Sorry about the wait. Things have been crazy busy at home and as always r/l has impeded this end of my creative pursuits. However, out of the bad (my lack of time) comes good - my writing partner Sara and I do have a novel completed and out to the agencies. Cross your fingers for us.
Interlude 13
"According to my supervisor we're not in the business of why, but…" Sara's beeper went off, and she looked down and pulled it from her waist. "I have to go."
Grissom stared at her a moment, interested in hearing her theory, and moderately disappointed that he wouldn't get to. She was already part way to the door, when he uttered a soft, "I love you."
She turned, hesitated before putting her hand on the door knob, and decision made; she closed it. A sly grin painted her face as she turned back to him. "Elvis Presley sang it best, Bugman."
He stared at her, his eyebrows hovering speculatively above the frames of his glasses.
She turned and walked towards him, a predator's look dancing in her eyes. Grabbing the file he held, she closed it, dropped it on the desk and lead him over behind one of his office shelves.
Both amusement and anticipation spread through his grin, and she slipped her arms around his neck. "Elvis Presley?" he murmured, his heart rate quickening at her touch.
It felt like home as his strong arms enfolded her and crushed her protectively into his chest. "Mmmmhmm…" She grinned, "A little less conversation a little more action please."
His mouth formed in an "O", but he actually didn't have time to say anything, as her lips pressed into his.
As angry as she had been, and as hurt as she still was, there was no denying how she felt about him. For the second time that day she cursed herself for it. How could she get her point across if she couldn't even manage to stay pissed at him?
The kiss deepened, tongues danced, and for a moment it looked like one of Grissom's deep seated fantasy's was going to come true.
The entomologist's mouth and tongue were in the midst of tracing a delightful path along the satiny length of her neck when the door opened and Catherine's voice disturbed the relative silence of the room. "Gil you in here?"
Sara couldn't help but smirk, as her lover turned husband, paled to the color of a ghost, and grabbed a thick text off a nearby shelf. "Over here…" he intoned, passing the text to Sara, and grabbing another smaller book from beside it.
"I have an update on the Celia Noel case for you."
Sara eyed the book in her hand, and rolled her eyes. Scrawled across the cover in bold red writing were the words; The Life of the North American Blow Fly. "Thanks…" she stated loud enough for their intruder to hear, and almost laughed as Grissom loosely positioned the book he was holding over the noticeable bulge in his pants.
"Hey, Sara…" Catherine's grin appeared around the metal shelves. "Warrick was looking for you a minute ago."
"Yeah. I got the page. Just picking up some bedtime reading before I head over to PD. Vic's business partner is here to pick up Mr. O'Brien's effects."
Catherine eyed the cover of the text Sara was brandishing about. "Now THAT looks like some exciting reading." Her sarcasm was followed up with a well practiced eye roll.
"Mmmm…" She smiled and headed towards the door. "You never know when this information is going to come in handy, besides it'll help put me to sleep quick as a bunny." With that she was a gone.
Completely uncomfortable, Grissom quickly made his way towards his desk and dropped into his chair. A second later, the book in his hand appeared on top of a stack of completed files.
Thankfully Catherine too busy talking to pay attention to his actions.
"That girl needs to get a life."
"Why's that?" Breathing a sigh of relief, Grissom stared up at the blonde woman speculatively.
"The Life of the North American Blow Fly? Come on Gil? That can't be healthy." Catherine dropped the case file on the desk in front of him and flopped into the first of the two guest chairs.
An internal moan rolled through him. Catherine Willows was a creature of habit. She usually only took a seat if she was planning on visiting for a while…
"I mean. Boyfriends? Girlfriends even? She needs to get out, do something, have fun…"
Yup… the diatribe had started. He was only grateful that her focus wasn't on his private life this time. He was also grateful that the painfully evident proof of the intimate life they did in fact share, and were enjoying only moments before was hidden safely beneath the solid wood of his desk. "Okay? And you're telling me this because?"
"You're her friend Gil, and her supervisor." The blonde woman tucked a strand of hair behind one ear, and shrugged, "Talk to her."
"Ah… okay…but Sara's a big girl, she really should be the one to decide her own life. Aside from which you can't make a person do something they don't want to." He leaned and flipped open the report she'd supplied him with.
"Half an hour ago I invited her out with Nicky and I. A concert, a bar, a few beers, some dancing…" Catherine leaned in. "Do you know what she said?"
Grissom shook his head, and shifted aside the scene photos, to get to the meat of the report.
"She said no, she had plans. And then I see her leaving here with a big assed book, saying its bedtime reading."
"Well she could be going out after shift, and then going home to bed." He offered, flipping to the last page of the file.
"Right, sure, whatever." Exasperation laced the woman's words. "Okay then do you want it?"
"Want what?" He looked up at her from the page he was skimming.
"A ticket to the concert…Well it's more of a pass, the bar is usually open to the public, but the MGM has it booked for a mini concert – the tickets were comped to us - for our work at Ka."
Blue eyes locked with blue and Grissom weighed his options, if he said no flat out, he was sure she would stick around and nag him, and he couldn't say yes. "Can I let you know?"
Catherine squinted at him momentarily, unsure of how to take his answer. "Okay."
"I'll call you later; if I'm coming you can give me the details." It would be far easier to say no over the phone.
"Alright then." She stood up. "Celia's death was accidental."
"Yeah…I see that." He signed the bottom of the report, and flipped it shut.
"Gil you need to get a life, too." She pointed to the book he had brought to the desk and read it aloud. "The Mating Habits of the Madagascar Hissing Cockroach?" One well manicured eyebrow was raised in her direction.
He actually groaned aloud at this and then masked it with a tense grin. "It's for a paper I'm writing. I'll call you, okay?" he added, dismissively.
"Fine." She shook her head in frustration, and turned on her heel. A moment later she was gone.