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Fall Out Boy – Chapter 37 – Break in the case
"Whoa! Whats got up your butt?" Jim asked as he watched Gil glare at him, then turn around and walk back quickly towards the area where the bedrooms were located, so he could glance in on Kye, then shut the door so as not to awaken the boy with their talking.
Gil knew without a doubt now that his evening of relaxation, or better still, extra curricular activities that he and Sara had started only a short time ago, were now destined to another time, when? God only knew with his luck.
Irritated and a little annoyed, he stomped back towards the kitchen, acting a little adolescent at the abrupt intrusion of his libido, to set about making them both some coffee, throwing an order over his shoulder as he went.
"Keep your voice down" was the grumpy reply Jim got as Gil went to the counter to set the coffee maker on.
Jim took in the much more casual look to the man who he seldom saw outside of work unless they were having a drink, the bare feet, the Jeans he'd never seen the entomologist ever wear before, the loose fitting old t – shirt, along with the mussed uncombed hair, which made him smirk while Gil's back was turned to him.
The image presented to him now was nothing like the perfectly groomed, baggy, but practical, dark cloths wearing stoic man of the Las Vegas crime lab, no this was much more amusing for him to see, it was what Jim knew to be the effects of having Sara Sidle and the small boy living with his friend.
Only the mans irritation, tense posture and jerky movements around the kitchen confused Jim a little, yeah he'd been trying to call both Gil's cell and home phones for the last hour, so he was probably to blame for the reception he'd just received, but shrugging off trying to work out what was wrong with Gil Grissom for now, he took a seat at the breakfast bar waiting for his drink, but carried on discretely observing the body language of his friend.
"The kid asleep?" Jim asked a little nosily, wondering if Sara was at her own apartment, because he could see no sign of her in the living room as he looked around the place now.
Finishing up making the two drinks, Gil turned absently placing them down on the counter in front of Jim, spilling a little of the not liquid with the roughness of the action "Yes he is, and so is Sara" he said a little testily, then added with a sigh "It's been a rough day for them both" then left it at that without anymore explanation.
Rounding the counter, Gil went to sit down on the stool next to Brass, but on contact he almost shot up to standing quickly with a wince "Ow!" he voiced without thought, as his hand went automatically to his ass rubbing it in a soothing motion.
Noticing the discomfort of his friend as he jumped quickly from his seat, Jim frowned then spoke in a teasing tone "You got ants in yer pants tonight Gil?".
"No!" Gil replied too quickly, then with a distracted and confused frown to himself, he tried to fathom out why his right butt cheek was sore, and stinging with a slight throb.
Not bothering to resit again, but wanting to distract Jim from inquiring any more at his embarrassing condition, he leaned one elbow on the counter as casually as he could picking up his coffee "So all the calls in the last hour were courtesy of you Jim" he stated, rather than asked, then added "So Whats so urgent that couldn't wait until morning?" .
Eying Gil curiously, Jim wondered if he had an injury that he was trying to hide from him, the usual 'Grissom' diversionary tactic only made him more suspicious, had Sara kicked his ass? Oh, that thought alone had a smirk raising the corners of his mouth, what he'd give to be able to see that happen.
Shaking his head subtly, putting his inquisitiveness aside for now but keeping a mental note of it, he answer Gil's question, the reason he'd been trying to get a hold of him for a while "We've had a development in the case Gil".
Peaking his interest now, Gil put down his cup giving Brass his full attention now "You have a new suspect?..........Evidence?" he asked going into investigator mode immediately.
"Our Mr Frost, aka 'the Ice-Man' just lost his primary alibi for the night of the murders. His lady friend 'hooker' was found a couple of hours ago strung up hanged in a fancy hotel suite at the...Wait for it …......'Bellagio on the strip, and guess who happens to have financed the room?" Jim asked theatrically.
Gil looked momentarily shocked, then in some thought absorbing the information, as he then answered "Frost" then he quickly asked "Suspicious circumstances?"
"Well lets put it this way if it is, Catherine and Warrick will find out thats for sure. They're still at the scene as we speak processing, but early indications show that some kind of auto-erotic asphyxiation sex game took place in the room, but at this point they haven't determined whether the victim had any help being asphyxiated, or if it was accidental, instigated and carried out solely by the victim" Jim relayed the details.
"Is there evidence of others having been in the room at the time....Frost or that goon of his perhaps?" Gil asked hopefully.
Smirking at his friends serious investigator persona, Jim told him the rest of what he knew about the new case "Well a right ole kinky party of some kind took place in the room, because from what I saw of the scene there was clearly on display discarded bottles of champagne, drug paraphernalia" pausing momentarily, Jim wondered how to phrase the next part to Gil, knowing that he was acquainted with Lady Heather Kessler, and there was still a question as to if he'd had a relationship with the dominatrix, or if it was Gil's genuine curiosity into the word of the sexual deviant personally, or for his job, either way the thought made him internally shiver, he continued "Items of sexual bondage and sex type games crap was also found in the room ,which is now back at the lab with Greg and Nick processing it all".
Pushing on Jim kept on delivering the details as he knew them so far "Frost paid for the room via his lawyer buddy Nelson Carlton, thats enough to pull the two in for questioning for now, but we have no evidence to actually put him in the room as yet. Nick called a short time ago to let me know he's put a rush on any DNA and fingerprint evidence found in the room, so he'll call me as soon as he has something for us".
"So you've got them at PD, stewing until the lab gets something to tie them to the scene, the crime, if there was one?" satisfied with the knowledge of Catherine and his team handling the case, Gil asked a little cautiously, not sure he liked that Brass seemed to be holding something back from him, or at least delaying to tell him as he studied Jim questioningly.
Letting out a little nervous chuckle at Gil's perception, Jim spoke "So far Frost and Carlton are both in the wind right now, we've got an APB on the pair of them and my guys should pick them up soon. We've also informed NYPD to do the same if they return there, but I thought after your little run in with them the other day, that I had better give you the heads up on this".
Hearing the last bit of information, a little concerned now especially after having a funny feeling earlier in the day of being watched, Gil absently sat heavily on the bar stool forgetting his tender ass "Ow" he said quickly again, leaning on one butt cheek easing the pressure on the sores, then covered his discomfort by speaking again "Thanks, I appreciate that Jim, but I think I can handle them if they turn up here, I'll just call PD" he reassured his friend.
Smirking at Gil a little curiously now, Jim decided to forge ahead with asking about the obvious injury that he was poorly trying to hide from him "So.....Did Sara..." he started but was cut off by Gil speaking suddenly.
Spotting the slight smirk and realizing what Jim was about to ask, Gil interrupted "I need to just go check on Sara and Kye, he was having a nightmare just before you arrived" he said excusing himself as he got up leaving Jim sat there on his own as he made his way to the boys room.
Gil quickly checked on Kye, noticing how the boy now had the scruffy looking teddy bear gripped close to his chest as he slept curled up on himself, but settled, and thankfully soundly asleep.
Closing the door quietly, he decided to check in on Sara too, Jim's news that Frost was now the prime suspect again in Charlotte's murder, also quite possibly this new victim's had unnerved him enough to feel that he needed to make sure he reassured himself, that the two people in his care were still safe and okay in his home.
Slipping into his own bedroom, closing the door behind him softly, he tiptoed over to the his huge bed where his very own sleeping beauty lay.
Leaning back and craning his neck to watch Gil over his shoulder, Jim arched an eyebrow when he saw that his often dense friend, hesitantly entered what he remembered to be the master bedroom of the home, Ah so the bugman has finally made his move and gotten his act together getting our Miss Sidle into his bed...........he thought amusedly, until the penny suddenly dropped.
The smirk morphed in to amazement as Jim's jaw dropped comically for a few seconds as all the mental evidence he'd stored of Gil's latest behavior all came together to reach a slightly stunning, but shocking conclusion
He never answered his cell phone, understandable and explainable if he thought it was Conrad calling............
But to not answer his home phone when it could have been from the lab?... Not like Gil at all.
Or respond to my cryptic recorded telephone message right away?
Suggests that he was otherwise engaged.............In another room of the house?
But was that with the boy or Sara?
He was irritable and clearly annoyed, snapping at me when he opened the door to let me in? Not so much as even a polite 'Hey Jim'.
He almost threw my coffee at me?
Casually dressed and his hair messed up..... Or dare I even think, mussed from having,............... Or attempting to have sex, Jim internally cringed at the mental picture of his long time friend, and as he liked to think daughter figure engaging in sex.
Giving himself a mental shake, Jim got back on track with his investigative thoughts.
The obvious sore ass he has? That he awkwardly tried to hide from me, He chuckled to himself.
Then his next thought had him cringe and wince physically, maybe she never kicked his ass like he deserves after all, but got a bit over zealous with her nails?
Ewe! So wrong a mental image! He mumbled to himself, as he glanced towards the closed door of Gil's bedroom to check for movement, but seeing nothing was happening went back to his thoughts .
Sara now asleep in the 'Bugmans bed', not the originally offered guest room?
Ahhhhhhh.......Your conclusion Captain Brass?
A huge grin spread across Jim's face, You sly old dog Gil Grissom, you got laid, or at least were about to, Jim thought, then realized it was most likely the latter given the moodiness of the man in question.
Oh I just bet I'm top of his shit list today, he chuckled at the thought as he picked up his coffee cup to drink.
Meanwhile in the master bedroom Gil crouched down by the side the bed, nearest to where Sara was sleeping, he noticed how she seemed to be cradling her lightly bandaged hand close to her chest, so he leaned over to try to get a better look.
Inhaling deeply in her light slumber, Sara shifted lazily in the bed as she took in the strong male scent that she had become accustomed to over the years, the very one that always somehow seemed to increase her heart rate, but at the same time make her feel calm and at ease.
Snuggling her face a little more into the soft but plump pillow, she only smelled the clean detergent smell of freshly laundered cotton, the masculine 'Grissom' scent seeming to lessen some what.
Not wanting to fully rouse her, Gil pulled back a little as he carried on enthralled, watching Sara's facial features turn from contentment to a slight frown as her eyes fluttered, then opened sleepily, he placed his hand gently on her back, rubbing soothing circles to hopefully lull her back to sleep while whispering "Shushhhhhhhh, every thing's fine honey, go back to sleep".
Managing to fight off her tiredness as her eyes focused and locked with perfect tender blue orbs, Sara spoke on the end of a long breath "Gil?" questioningly.
Leaning fully in to kiss her affectionately on the temple, before pulling back to look at her again, Gil smiled softly at her adorable sleepy pose "It's okay honey, Kye's still sleeping, you should get some more rest" he said reaching his other hand for her bandaged hand gently, taking it into his as he examined it for any signs of bleeding.
Sara tried to pull her hand away, hiding the fact that it was now throbbing a little from her early eager exploits of grabbing Gil's ass forcefully, forgetting about her healing wounds in the throes of passion.
Keeping a firm but gentle hold, Gil prevented her from removing her hand, asking her in a concerned tone "Do you need some of your pain meds?".
Shaking her head a little shyly now, Sara broke their gaze, she hoped and prayed Gil wouldn't realize why she was now experiencing some minor pain and discomfort in her hand, when it had been recovering reasonably well for the last day.
It would mortify her if he were to ask her why it now hurt again, and she had to explain the embarrassing truth to him "It's okay" she said dismissively still not meeting his eyes as she pulled her limb back close to her body again.
Seeing Sara's discomfort, but not fully understanding the sudden shyness, and knowing from past experience of her reluctance to taking of any form of medications, Gil stood then made his way to the en-suit bathroom "I'll get them for you" was all he said.
Deciding to relieve himself whilst there he unzipped himself to do so, after finishing he remembered the soreness from before so undid his trousers fully, pulling them along with his boxers down to one side, as he stepped over to the mirrors above the counter.
Two eyebrows shot to his hairline in complete surprise at the three sets of four distinguishable, slightly weeping, thin scratched lines adorning his butt cheek.
Shifting around to his side a little more to get a better view, with sudden clarity Gil understood Sara's shyness and reluctance to let him examine her hand.
Chuckling to himself now, at the huge male ego boost at seeing the result of Sara's obvious pleasure and climax, delivered by himself not that long ago, he zipped himself up making a mental note to make sure he was careful for a while when he sat, washing his hands quickly, he resumed his task of getting her pain meds.
As he opened the mirrored cabinet where he stored such things, he caught a very smug grin on his own face, if this is what she does to me after only a brief foray into making love, I'm gonna be wearing a permanent stupid grin when we finally manage to get full uninterrupted time together to make love properly, He thought as he located the tablets then grabbed a glass filling it with water.
"Shit!" he quietly cursed, remembering Jim sat out in his kitchen waiting his return.
Returning to the bedside quickly,Gil offered up two pills and the glass of water to Sara, who after a minutes hesitation, while seeing Gil's pleading look for her to take them, she took them, settling down in the bed again after she placed the glass on the night stand.
"Please try to rest some more honey" Gil said bending down to kiss her lovingly on the lips before drawing back again, the affection coming to him so naturally now that he felt comfortable enough to do it whenever he wished "I'll be back shortly" he promised as he recovered her shoulders with the comforter.
He ran his hand through her silky brunette locks tenderly before smiling at her once more, then left her to hopefully go back to sleep.
Brass exaggerated looking at his watch with mock impatience as Gil re-entered the kitchen looking a little sheepish "Thought you'd forgotten that you had a guest" he remarked teasingly.
Gil flicked the switch on the coffee machine "You got time for another?".
A little surprised at the invitation to stay a while longer Jim grinned "Sure there are no bad guys that need my superior interrogation skills right now" he quipped as he shoved his cup forward on the counter.
A/N – Thank you for reading this & I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, the new case details and the little bit of humor I added. In the coming chapters there will be a very angsty development (My first real attempt at writing angst), the rest of the team will become aware of the new romantic relationship still forming between Grissom and Sara, that will also come under a certain scrutiny by some, and of course develop further. I will hopefully post again next weekend.
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