Moving briskly from work station to work station Amy turned on her babies. McGregor noticed every time she stopped her very short skirt flipped up in the back and he got a glance of the top of her hose, a red garter clasp and the slender strip of naked skin he had begun to crave uncontrollably. He prided himself on his self control but he felt it diminishing with each flip of that red and black miniskirt. He wanted Amy everyday but today, today the want was fierce. It was those damned black silk stockings. Had to be.
Amy went to the work table and set up a beaker and a Bunsen burner. Then she got a small specimen jar out of the refrigerator unit. She transferred a small amount of material from the jar to the beaker and then set it up over the burner. In the meantime McGregor had moved up behind her, close behind her, so when she turned around he was right there; close enough to lick her. He put his hands palms down on the table to either side of her.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm getting close to you, Amy."
"I see that. Why?"
"You know why, Amy."
Suddenly she got a smile on her face.
"No, tell me why."
"You know why. You always know why."
He leaned in and kissed her. Hard. After a moment, she kissed him back. Hard. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her up, sitting her on the table. Still kissing her he put his hands of her upper thighs, pushing the skirt out of the way and moved up over the smooth, cool material until he could touch the exposed softness. Touching her like he'd been imagining since his first sight of her this morning; the soft skin above the silk warm and pliant to his fingertips.
Amy moaned and lay back on the table, thrusting her pelvis up and McGregor bent over her, thumbs now caressing the lacy edge of her panties.
"Oh, McGregor," she moaned and threw her arms out to the side, hitting the Bunsen burner and knocking it over. It fell into the waste bin next to the table. Neither one of them noticed as McGregor lowered his body over hers, kissing her again.
After a minute or so of intense kissing, Amy grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, an audible pop as his lips broke loose from hers.
"Do you smell smoke?" she asked.
Then the fire alarm went off and the sprinklers cut loose.
"Oh shit," Amy said.
Tommy let Lisa drive without a fight even though he held onto the "oh my god" handle the whole way. He figured it was worth it just to see the way her skirt hiked up as she drove. He kept glimpsing her lacy pink panties. And he got a really good view of the garter straps holding up her hose. There was an expanse of about 2 inches of skin between the tops of the hose and her panties. He concentrated on the exposed skin and the panties and of course the enticing stockings rather than paying attention to how many drivers Lisa left cursing in her wake. And he definitely kept his eyes open rather than screwing them tightly closed as was his wont when Lisa drove. He didn't realize the car had stopped until Lisa opened her door and swung her legs out, removing the delightful sight from his eyes. He sighed and stepped out himself.
Lisa was already at the door knocking. Tommy took time to notice the view while trying to calm his raging libido. A deck ran the whole side of the house overlooking a steep incline of several feet ending in a stream below. Pretty snazzy digs for a gunnery sergeant, he thought, makes Tibbs' simple little house look low rent for damned sure. Guess that's the difference between an honest ex-gunny and a dishonest active one.
"No one is answering, Tommy," Lisa said as she turned to him. "Kick in the door."
"Whoa, Lisa. Let's look for a key first, okay? The last time I kicked in a door the director made me pay for it. She got tired of all the complaints."
They both looked around under flower pots and pieces of black wrought iron furniture but found nothing. Tommy did have a good time watching Lisa either bend over or squat, both offering excellent views to his way of thinking. He kept edging closer to her as she became absorbed in her search. She stood up in front of him and he straightened quickly and pretended to be scoping out the place so she wouldn't know how close he'd been. As he looked around he happened to glance at the second story.
"Hey, Lisa, an open window. Looks like an invitation to me," he said and smiled at her.
She smiled back and kicked off her shoes, hiked up her skirt and told him to bend down. When he felt her silk-clad thighs tighten around his neck he stood up and headed for the slanted roof leading up to the open window. It took them very near the edge of the deck. As he drew near where Lisa would need to start reaching for the overhang the muscles of her thighs clenched and he couldn't help it. He moved his head from side to side, feeling the smoothness of the silk flowing past his cheeks. He closed his eyes to better concentrate on the exquisite eroticism of that touch.
"Tommy, pay attention. You're getting too close to the…"
He stepped off into nothingness taking Lisa with him. Somehow he kept his hold on Lisa as they hit once, twice and then sprawled on an outcropping of muddy earth. His partner had somehow gotten twisted around and now she sat on his chest facing him, her thighs still on either side of his head but now her pink panty-covered mound was right there at his mouth and warm naked skin rubbed his cheeks.
Tommy sent a special prayer of thanks wafting upwards and began to slowly turn his head from side to side touching his lips to the delectable inside of Lisa's thighs as he did so.
Maybe they had died and he was in Heaven?
"Ouch," Lisa said from her place on his chest.
She leaned back a little and pushed her hair out of her face. "Tommy, stop it. Your beard is putting little pricks in Amy's stockings."
He didn't stop but he did smile. Little pricks, eh?
"Tommy, you need to stop. You need to st…"
She squirmed a little closer to his chin.
"Oh, Tommy…"
He smiled again and moved his hands to the outside of her upper legs and rubbed the silk in time to the movements of his head. She wriggled and moaned.
Then they fell into nothingness again as the dirt they lay on slid out from under them and they landed in the cold water below. This time Lisa disconnected and landed next to him. As they lay there side by side their asses freezing he heard a laugh high overhead.
"Hey NCIS, you guys the friggin' A team?"
Then a car started and he heard it drive away.
He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen as Lisa gave him an elbow. He splashed her in retaliation.
"You have to pay Amy for these stockings, Tommy. They were silk."
Sitting up he looked down at her legs. The hose were ripped and muddy and had runs going from toes to thigh. One of the garter clasps was broken off. In despair he held his head in his hands already feeling the slaps.
Tibbs was going to kill him.
"Oh shit," he said.
Tibbs looked down at his team sitting in the bullpen. Lisa and Tommy had on NCIS sweats and Amy and McGregor wore the orange coveralls used in the lab. Lisa's hair was a wild mane around her head, out of control. Amy's pigtails hung limply, stray wisps sticking to the side of her face. DiAmo's usual well-coiffed look now looked like it had been styled by a leaf blower. McGregor was the only one not having a bad hair day.
Coming down the stairs Tibbs gave each one of his team a glare.
"Listen up!"
Tommy jerked and McGregor tightened his jaw. Amy squealed and Lisa scowled.
"If it were up to me the lot of you'd be suspended, or at least stuck on desk duty for a month."
He was greeted with a trio of moans.
"That includes you, Amy," he growled. "Especially you. I know it was your idea last night and that you're the one who hit the arresting officer."
Lisa put her hands over her face and DiAmo and McGregor had identical smirks on their faces. The Gothic beauty just gave her silver-haired fox the evil eye.
"But the director has intervened on your behalf. Today is Wednesday. For the rest of the week, DiAmo, Sharon and McGregor are on desk duty, reviewing cold cases. Silently. You may only leave your desks for bathroom breaks. You, especially, DiAmo, and if I see one spitball or eraser fly across the room you'll be on desk duty for a month. Sutton, you're going to be up here with them, going over paperwork for the forensic evidence from the cold cases they're reviewing. You will not be allowed in your lab until Monday."
They all started speaking, loudly, at once.
"Shut up! One more word and you'll be desk bound all next week too."
Absolute silence greeted his words. Nodding in satisfaction Tibbs made his way to the elevator, no doubt looking for yet another cup of coffee. As Lisa and Abby walked away the shorter brunette shoved her friend.
"I told you it would not work. Tibbs never even saw the stockings and Tony ruined them as well as my entire outfit and got mud in my hair on top of that. And now I'm on desk duty for the next two days with him. It was a very bad idea, Amy."
Amy nodded glumly.
"You're right, Lisa. It was a very bad idea. It's just as well I won't be in the lab for a few days. The cleaning crew won't be done for at least 24 hours and all my babies have to dry out before I try to start them up again. A damned bad idea. And I gotta buy some new black stockings. I hate it when one of my plans doesn't work. Dammit."
Tommy looked at McGregor puzzled.
"Lisa wore the hose for Tibbs?"
McGregor frowned, and then his brow unfurrowed.
"To distract him from being mad at them! Sneaky, brilliant BUT you caught the wrong prey!"
He turned to his female teammates and said acidly.
"Thanks for bringing us down with you, girls!"
"Yeah," Tommy said, pouting.
Meanwhile at the elevator Tibbs overheard the short exchange between his team. He thought of Amy and Lisa in short skirts and silk stockings. He imagined it and mourned the fact that he'd missed the opportunity. The two bozos on the team had ruined the girls' plan to "distract" him and so he'd lost the chance to see the two sets of long, lovely, silk-encased legs.
He banged his head against the steel doors just before they opened.
"Oh shit," he said sadly.
A/N: This concludes the silk stockings caper. Next up ... a romantic entanglement for Tibbs.