Disclaimer: The characters in CSI belong to.someone rich. Not me.
Warning: I'm not going to rate this an R because I don't think it deserves that high a rating, but I will warn you that there is a little of what could be considered adult content in here so I'd appreciate it if you guys use your discretion and don't go reading this to your Grandparents.
Especially if they're like mine.
For Wendy and her obsession with Luminol.
Chasing Rabbits
Chapter Three
The letter opener was shaped like a small dagger, but with blunted edges and an attractive Chinese pattern ingrained into its surface. Brass was holding the opener up to eye level, giving Gil the opportunity to study the item further without having to touch it. The decoration on the shiny metal was going to turn out to be a big help when it came to testing the powder, Gil mused to himself as he looked closer at the tip of the blade. Thanks to the deep carvings, some of the powder would have embedded itself nicely in the opener and that definitely meant Greg would be able to use it for analysis.
"I got some definite sexual activity in here," Sara called from the bedroom and Gil turned to look at the empty doorway. "Well it looks like Brass may have hit the jackpot," he replied and smiled at the detective.
"Above and beyond, Gil," Brass replied simply, "above and beyond."
Sara emerged from the bedroom, removing her latex gloves. "What'd you get?" she asked as Brass grinned self-indulgently at the two CSI's. "Just the murder weapon," he replied with a shrug. "And they say you guys have the difficult job."
Sara smirked at the joke and turned to Gil. "When I said sexual activity I think I may have been understating slightly," she said, indicating towards the bedroom. "More like sexual aerobics. I found semen on the bed, under the bed, on the walls and get this," she moved back into the bedroom waiting for Grissom and Brass to follow, and then shone the ultra violet light on the ceiling. The fluids lit up like stars.
"God damn," Brass muttered to himself, and then turned to look at Sara. "That ceiling must be nearly twenty feet high. How the hell did he manage that?"
Sara shrugged. "I have no idea, but it's definitely recent. It's still relatively fresh."
"Can you get a sample?" Grissom asked, still staring in wonder at the white ceiling. "If I can get a ladder from maintenance," she replied. "I also found some on the curtains and it still looks fairly damp." Sara wandered over to the large windows and pointed at a dark stain on the drapes. "You want a sample of that too?"
"Yeah," Gil nodded. "Did the cleaners come in here today?" he asked Brass, who was still looking at the ceiling. "No. They hadn't got to this floor before we cordoned the room off. Why?"
"I thought I smelled cleaning products when we came in. I want to Luminol the bathroom and the living room."
"There was no blood found on the vic," Sara replied. "What are you thinking?"
Gil shook his head. "I don't know yet," he murmured thoughtfully, "but I'm not taking any chances."
With that, he walked back into the living room, leaving Sara to collect her samples and Brass to continue staring in awe at the stained ceiling.
~*~
He was so close, so close. He could feel the blood pumping furiously through his erect penis and his head was swimming from lack of oxygen. His heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest and somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind it randomly occurred to him that he was going to have to think of a good explanation about the bruises he was sure to have over his larynx when he got to the film set tomorrow.
Determined, he pushed all thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on the wonderful feel of the wet pulling sensation. He opened his eyes for a moment and glanced dizzily at the woman lying prone on the bed, watching the proceedings with detached wonder, as if she were watching a movie or the news.
Slowly she rose from her position on the bed and moved over to where he was pressed up against the wall. "Is it good?" she whispered in his ear and he groaned appreciatively in response. With a sly smile she ran her fingers up the man's exposed chest before dragging her nails down over his sensitized nipples, and down towards his navel. White lines appeared on his reddened skin where she had left her mark and he groaned again, the line between pleasure and pain becoming more and more blurred with each passing moment.
The woman smiled again and absently stroked the brunette's hair as she tended to her chore. "You want it harder?" she purred and the man made an attempt at nodding. Suddenly she grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair and shoved her face painfully into his crotch, making the prostitute gag and bite down a little.
He cried out, his hands pulling against the restraints once more and the blonde pushed even harder against his larynx, trying to keep him still. Never in her life had she been so confused and concerned by a punters request. Still, as much as her thumbs were killing her, she was incredibly grateful to be the one on her feet and not the one on her knees.
The girl on the floor felt like she was the one being asphyxiated. The pressure from the woman's hand had surprised her so much at first that she thought she was going to choke. Still the hand was there but the pressure had lessened to an insistent reminder that she was to be as rough as she could be.
When she had gotten the call from Lizzie at the agency, she had been so grateful for the work that she had agreed to the job immediately. Even now she could picture the pile of bills stacking up on her kitchen counter, mostly red and demanding. Working for a company like Vegas Escort Agency was much safer than walking the streets at night, but recently the demand for her services had been lessened due to a combination of a slow winter for the tourist trade and the facial bruising she had received from her last client only a week earlier. No one wanted an ugly date and unfortunately having a job like this was always going to be commission based.
The continuous rocking movement of her entire body was making her back ache terribly and the thin carpet on the motel room floor was slowly tearing up her stockings and giving her knees serious friction burn. Her jaw muscles ached like crazy and just as she was wondering how much longer until she could leave, the man's body began to jerk violently and the brunette braced herself for the familiarly unpleasant taste of semen mixed with various types of alcohol.
But it never came. Opening her eyes and risking a look upwards, she realized that the client's knees were no longer stiff, but bent and weak, as if the only thing keeping him upright were his manacled wrists. His head was also flopped forward, eyes open but glazed. The other girl had removed her hands from around his neck and was staring in horror at the sight before her.
It took at least another minute for the girl on her knees to register that the man was dead, and another thirty seconds for her to remove her mouth from his penis, the movement making a quiet popping noise as her jaw remained sagged open in shock.
The next five minutes were a blur and she remembered nothing between that moment and a few minutes later when she found herself being violently sick in the toilet bowl.
Of course, the events that took place after emptying her stomach neither girl would forget for as long as either of them lived.
~*~
"I've finished in the bedroom," Sara informed Gil as she walked into the living. "You find anything in yet?"
"I've just finished spraying." Grissom straightened up and placed a hand on the small of his back, rubbing it as he stretched his spine. "You wanna hit the lights?"
Sara nodded and grabbed her torch from her jacket as she flicked the switch. Brass turned on his own torch as he entered the room, ready to help search alongside them.
The three stood and stared around the darkened suite, seeing nothing. Grissom was the first to move, walking over to the desk and checking underneath for the familiar glow of cleaned blood. Sara and Brass followed suite, each walking over to various pieces of furniture and checking under them for any indication of foul play. Still they found nothing.
It was Sara's muttered curse that had Gil turning on his heel and rushing over to help her move an old Oak couch. "You alright?" he asked as she rubbed her arm gingerly. "Yeah," she replied with a grimace. "I just wrenched my shoulder. That sofa's a lot heavier than it looks."
Gil turned to Brass. "Could you go get some ice from reception?" Brass nodded and there was a brief flash of light as he left the room before they were once again plunged into relative darkness.
"Let me see." Gil insisted and shone his torch in the general direction of her torso. Sara shook her head vehemently. "It's fine, really." Despite her protestations, it was Grissom's glare that had her sighing impatiently and removing her sweater with a wince.
Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all, Gil thought dubiously as her top layer came off. Underneath her blue sweater Sara still wore a bra and a tank top, but seeing so much flesh on display had caused his pulse to quicken and his hands to shake.
Berating himself for his lack of professionalism and swallowing hard, Grissom slowly lifted his hands and placed them on her naked shoulder.
"Hey!" She cried out as his hands made contact. Immediately he withdrew and looked at her in surprise. "What?" Sara smiled. "Cold hands," she replied and Gil grinned guiltily before blowing on his hands and trying once again.
There was what could only be described as an electrical currant passing between them at first contact, and they both held their breath for a moment. Slowly they relaxed into the task at hand and soon enough Sara was wincing as his fingers gently needed her arm. A few moments later and the pain was gone, but Sara was loathed for the moment to pass. Somewhere in such a short space of time Gil's ministrations had gone from professional concern to a very sensual massage.
The air in the room was thick with tension and Sara's breathing became shallow. Gil was so close to her right now that she could reach out her hand just a little and touch his chest. He shifted a little until he was facing her directly and continued to feel her arm for damaged muscles and ligaments.
You seem fine," he whispered to the silent room. "Did you hurt anything else?" Sara looked up at him and for the first time since Brass had left they made eye contact. Not such a good plan, Sara mused absently as her breath caught in her throat. It seemed that at that moment the power of speech had eluded her and all she could manage was a strangled "No" before Gil's head came down with a helpless groan and his lips claimed hers.
The kiss lasted less than a second and Sara barely had time to register the moment before Brass came barging in the room, causing the two to spring apart guiltily, each wondering how much he had seen.
Apparently he had seen very little as his attention had been drawn elsewhere. "Holy crap," Brass said eloquently as he stared down at the space where the sofa had once been. "What the hell happened in here?"
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***So what do you think so far of my first attempt at CSI?
There're a few chapters still to come and some lovely twists in the story that hopefully none of you will see coming. Oh, and of course there'll be lots more G/S because I'm a sucker for romance.
*sigh.*
Warning: I'm not going to rate this an R because I don't think it deserves that high a rating, but I will warn you that there is a little of what could be considered adult content in here so I'd appreciate it if you guys use your discretion and don't go reading this to your Grandparents.
Especially if they're like mine.
For Wendy and her obsession with Luminol.
Chasing Rabbits
Chapter Three
The letter opener was shaped like a small dagger, but with blunted edges and an attractive Chinese pattern ingrained into its surface. Brass was holding the opener up to eye level, giving Gil the opportunity to study the item further without having to touch it. The decoration on the shiny metal was going to turn out to be a big help when it came to testing the powder, Gil mused to himself as he looked closer at the tip of the blade. Thanks to the deep carvings, some of the powder would have embedded itself nicely in the opener and that definitely meant Greg would be able to use it for analysis.
"I got some definite sexual activity in here," Sara called from the bedroom and Gil turned to look at the empty doorway. "Well it looks like Brass may have hit the jackpot," he replied and smiled at the detective.
"Above and beyond, Gil," Brass replied simply, "above and beyond."
Sara emerged from the bedroom, removing her latex gloves. "What'd you get?" she asked as Brass grinned self-indulgently at the two CSI's. "Just the murder weapon," he replied with a shrug. "And they say you guys have the difficult job."
Sara smirked at the joke and turned to Gil. "When I said sexual activity I think I may have been understating slightly," she said, indicating towards the bedroom. "More like sexual aerobics. I found semen on the bed, under the bed, on the walls and get this," she moved back into the bedroom waiting for Grissom and Brass to follow, and then shone the ultra violet light on the ceiling. The fluids lit up like stars.
"God damn," Brass muttered to himself, and then turned to look at Sara. "That ceiling must be nearly twenty feet high. How the hell did he manage that?"
Sara shrugged. "I have no idea, but it's definitely recent. It's still relatively fresh."
"Can you get a sample?" Grissom asked, still staring in wonder at the white ceiling. "If I can get a ladder from maintenance," she replied. "I also found some on the curtains and it still looks fairly damp." Sara wandered over to the large windows and pointed at a dark stain on the drapes. "You want a sample of that too?"
"Yeah," Gil nodded. "Did the cleaners come in here today?" he asked Brass, who was still looking at the ceiling. "No. They hadn't got to this floor before we cordoned the room off. Why?"
"I thought I smelled cleaning products when we came in. I want to Luminol the bathroom and the living room."
"There was no blood found on the vic," Sara replied. "What are you thinking?"
Gil shook his head. "I don't know yet," he murmured thoughtfully, "but I'm not taking any chances."
With that, he walked back into the living room, leaving Sara to collect her samples and Brass to continue staring in awe at the stained ceiling.
~*~
He was so close, so close. He could feel the blood pumping furiously through his erect penis and his head was swimming from lack of oxygen. His heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest and somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind it randomly occurred to him that he was going to have to think of a good explanation about the bruises he was sure to have over his larynx when he got to the film set tomorrow.
Determined, he pushed all thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on the wonderful feel of the wet pulling sensation. He opened his eyes for a moment and glanced dizzily at the woman lying prone on the bed, watching the proceedings with detached wonder, as if she were watching a movie or the news.
Slowly she rose from her position on the bed and moved over to where he was pressed up against the wall. "Is it good?" she whispered in his ear and he groaned appreciatively in response. With a sly smile she ran her fingers up the man's exposed chest before dragging her nails down over his sensitized nipples, and down towards his navel. White lines appeared on his reddened skin where she had left her mark and he groaned again, the line between pleasure and pain becoming more and more blurred with each passing moment.
The woman smiled again and absently stroked the brunette's hair as she tended to her chore. "You want it harder?" she purred and the man made an attempt at nodding. Suddenly she grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair and shoved her face painfully into his crotch, making the prostitute gag and bite down a little.
He cried out, his hands pulling against the restraints once more and the blonde pushed even harder against his larynx, trying to keep him still. Never in her life had she been so confused and concerned by a punters request. Still, as much as her thumbs were killing her, she was incredibly grateful to be the one on her feet and not the one on her knees.
The girl on the floor felt like she was the one being asphyxiated. The pressure from the woman's hand had surprised her so much at first that she thought she was going to choke. Still the hand was there but the pressure had lessened to an insistent reminder that she was to be as rough as she could be.
When she had gotten the call from Lizzie at the agency, she had been so grateful for the work that she had agreed to the job immediately. Even now she could picture the pile of bills stacking up on her kitchen counter, mostly red and demanding. Working for a company like Vegas Escort Agency was much safer than walking the streets at night, but recently the demand for her services had been lessened due to a combination of a slow winter for the tourist trade and the facial bruising she had received from her last client only a week earlier. No one wanted an ugly date and unfortunately having a job like this was always going to be commission based.
The continuous rocking movement of her entire body was making her back ache terribly and the thin carpet on the motel room floor was slowly tearing up her stockings and giving her knees serious friction burn. Her jaw muscles ached like crazy and just as she was wondering how much longer until she could leave, the man's body began to jerk violently and the brunette braced herself for the familiarly unpleasant taste of semen mixed with various types of alcohol.
But it never came. Opening her eyes and risking a look upwards, she realized that the client's knees were no longer stiff, but bent and weak, as if the only thing keeping him upright were his manacled wrists. His head was also flopped forward, eyes open but glazed. The other girl had removed her hands from around his neck and was staring in horror at the sight before her.
It took at least another minute for the girl on her knees to register that the man was dead, and another thirty seconds for her to remove her mouth from his penis, the movement making a quiet popping noise as her jaw remained sagged open in shock.
The next five minutes were a blur and she remembered nothing between that moment and a few minutes later when she found herself being violently sick in the toilet bowl.
Of course, the events that took place after emptying her stomach neither girl would forget for as long as either of them lived.
~*~
"I've finished in the bedroom," Sara informed Gil as she walked into the living. "You find anything in yet?"
"I've just finished spraying." Grissom straightened up and placed a hand on the small of his back, rubbing it as he stretched his spine. "You wanna hit the lights?"
Sara nodded and grabbed her torch from her jacket as she flicked the switch. Brass turned on his own torch as he entered the room, ready to help search alongside them.
The three stood and stared around the darkened suite, seeing nothing. Grissom was the first to move, walking over to the desk and checking underneath for the familiar glow of cleaned blood. Sara and Brass followed suite, each walking over to various pieces of furniture and checking under them for any indication of foul play. Still they found nothing.
It was Sara's muttered curse that had Gil turning on his heel and rushing over to help her move an old Oak couch. "You alright?" he asked as she rubbed her arm gingerly. "Yeah," she replied with a grimace. "I just wrenched my shoulder. That sofa's a lot heavier than it looks."
Gil turned to Brass. "Could you go get some ice from reception?" Brass nodded and there was a brief flash of light as he left the room before they were once again plunged into relative darkness.
"Let me see." Gil insisted and shone his torch in the general direction of her torso. Sara shook her head vehemently. "It's fine, really." Despite her protestations, it was Grissom's glare that had her sighing impatiently and removing her sweater with a wince.
Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all, Gil thought dubiously as her top layer came off. Underneath her blue sweater Sara still wore a bra and a tank top, but seeing so much flesh on display had caused his pulse to quicken and his hands to shake.
Berating himself for his lack of professionalism and swallowing hard, Grissom slowly lifted his hands and placed them on her naked shoulder.
"Hey!" She cried out as his hands made contact. Immediately he withdrew and looked at her in surprise. "What?" Sara smiled. "Cold hands," she replied and Gil grinned guiltily before blowing on his hands and trying once again.
There was what could only be described as an electrical currant passing between them at first contact, and they both held their breath for a moment. Slowly they relaxed into the task at hand and soon enough Sara was wincing as his fingers gently needed her arm. A few moments later and the pain was gone, but Sara was loathed for the moment to pass. Somewhere in such a short space of time Gil's ministrations had gone from professional concern to a very sensual massage.
The air in the room was thick with tension and Sara's breathing became shallow. Gil was so close to her right now that she could reach out her hand just a little and touch his chest. He shifted a little until he was facing her directly and continued to feel her arm for damaged muscles and ligaments.
You seem fine," he whispered to the silent room. "Did you hurt anything else?" Sara looked up at him and for the first time since Brass had left they made eye contact. Not such a good plan, Sara mused absently as her breath caught in her throat. It seemed that at that moment the power of speech had eluded her and all she could manage was a strangled "No" before Gil's head came down with a helpless groan and his lips claimed hers.
The kiss lasted less than a second and Sara barely had time to register the moment before Brass came barging in the room, causing the two to spring apart guiltily, each wondering how much he had seen.
Apparently he had seen very little as his attention had been drawn elsewhere. "Holy crap," Brass said eloquently as he stared down at the space where the sofa had once been. "What the hell happened in here?"
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***So what do you think so far of my first attempt at CSI?
There're a few chapters still to come and some lovely twists in the story that hopefully none of you will see coming. Oh, and of course there'll be lots more G/S because I'm a sucker for romance.
*sigh.*