IV - ORAL FIXATIONS
Nick laid his head down in Michelle's lap and hugged her knees. "I don't believe I said that to Sara and Grissom!"
Michelle ran her fingers through Nick's hair and tried to think of something comforting to say. "Well. . . you, uh. . ."
"Aw, Mich! It's no use, Grissom's going to have my hide!"
Greg looked up from the bag he had been rummaging through while he, Heidi, Michelle and Nick were discussing their plan of action for the rest of the week. "Nick, you can't think about it, man. You said it, now you have to deal with it. Thankfully, Grissom doesn't hold grudges."
"Sara does," Nick whispered into Michelle's knees.
Heidi and Greg exchanged glances. Once, Heidi had accidentally put mustard on Sara's egg salad, and Sara still insisted that she not ever touch her sandwiches again. Heidi's brother Hans now made all of Sara's meals.
"Don't worry about it, Nicky," Heidi said, trying to sound consoling. "I'm sure that after Sara sees what you want her to wear tomorrow, she'll forget all about it."
Nick looked up from his resting place and gave a sarcastic "Thank you" with an exaggerated Texas accent.
"If I were you, I'd have Hans make all my sandwiches from now on, too," Greg muttered threateningly to his friend.
Nick sat upright and cleared his throat. His friends were right, though. There was nothing further for him to do at this time. He may as well decide definitely on what the girls would wear the next day.
"Sara definitely should be in this blouse," Nick decided. "It'll be my penance to Grissom for what I said."
"For such a small piece of clothing, it's certainly full of 'Hail Mary's'," Greg decided. "I think she'll look good in it."
"And this skirt," Heidi and Michelle said at the same time, lifting a micromini simultaneously.
Nick grinned. "Niiiiice. What else will she wear with it?"
Michelle picked up a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings. "These always look trashy-uh-sexy!"
Nick kissed her nose. "How do I count thee? Let me love the weighs. . ."
Michelle brushed her lips against his and got lost briefly in the deep chocolate hue of his eyes.
Greg cleared his throat. "What about Catherine? What do you two have in store for her?"
Michelle smirked with satisfaction. "Well, Sara dressed up like a clown yesterday, so now it's Catherine's turn to be something. . . spectacular and patriotic all at the same time!"
Nick watched with bright eyes as the clever woman he loved reached into the brown bag of doom.
~*~*~*~
Catherine just smiled. "This is one of Warrick's fantasies, you know. He's going to thank you."
Sara rolled her eyes. "You've just set women back forty years, Catherine. I hope you're happy."
Catherine shrugged. "Hey, if your man wants you to put on a thong and do a lap dance, do it! It's called asserting your sexuality. You'll have him twisted around your little finger for weeks on one sex act alone!"
Greg whistled. "I think you and Heidi have a lot in common."
"I always knew I liked her. . ." Catherine smirked. "Did you chose this or did Nick?"
Nick looked up from the paper he had been pretending to read, "It was a meeting of the minds. What do you think of yours, Sara?"
Sara smiled at Nick sweetly, "I think I'm still going to kill you for making me wear a clown outfit yesterday."
"You ever hear the old saying 'Forgive and forget' Sara? I forgave you for putting me in thongs, and then giving Greg here the idea to burn my ass off with Gold Bond Medicated with Menthol. Don't you think you're being a little too sensitive?" Nick turned the puppy dog eyes on her, Texas-accent thicker than molasses, and ratcheted up the charm.
Sara looked at him in irritation before smiling grudgingly at him, "I didn't tell Greg to give you the powder."
"No," Nick agreed, "but you did give him the powder."
"How are the blisters?"
"Almost gone."
Sara sighed, "Okay. Fine. I forgive you. The clown outfit really was an inspired idea." Standing, she walked to the coffee machine and quickly poured them both a cup. "And this outfit – while not something I'd normally wear – is going to make my evening interesting. At least this is sexy."
Nick grinned, happily accepting the coffee Sara offered him, "So – you forgive me?"
Sara nodded, "For the clown outfit, yes." Her grin turned sadistic when Nick took a big swig of coffee and immediately started choking, "For your remark about 'Grissom's job' at our crime scene yesterday – no I don't think so. I'm going to change now."
Greg and Catherine watched Sara dump her coffee in the sink, before turning curiously to look at Nick, who was furiously scrubbing his tongue with a paper napkin a donut had been sitting on.
"She put dish soap in the coffee – better dump that pot before some other poor shmoe gets poisoned," Nick muttered, grimacing in distaste at the soapy residue still in his mouth.
Greg just shook his head at his friend, before grinning at a confused Catherine and leaning over to whisper in her ear.
Catherine started laughing, "Nicky, Nicky, Nicky – no wonder she tried to wash your mouth out with soap."
* * * * *
"Greggo – you seen Cath around?" Warrick's voice was casual as he spotted the younger man pulling his lab coat out of his locker.
Greg smirked at him, "I've seen a lot of her around. She's smokin'!" He licked his finger and made a sizzling noise, but quickly stopped at the larger man's glare. "What? She is!"
"I hope I'm not going to have to kill you, Greg. I'm just starting to get used to having a mascot around here."
"Mascot?!" Greg was outraged, "I'll remember that when you come begging me to run your DNA samples first the next big crime scene. I can't believe you said that, considering the outfit I brought Catherine was chosen specifically with you in mind!"
Warrick cocked an eyebrow at the younger man, "Greg, I would be very scared for my mental well-being if any outfit you chose for Catherine specifically with me in mind did anything to…" His train of thought was derailed as a feminine leg snaked around the doorframe.
Greg grinned at him, "You were saying?"
Warrick absently swatted at Greg like one does a pesky fly, "By quite, mascot. Oh. My. God! Red leather knee-high boots!" Stepping closer to the door, he could hear Catherine humming from behind the frame.
*Da-da-da-da-da-da-dum-dum, da-da-da-da-da-da-dum-dum, da-da-dum-dum-da-da-da…*
Warrick slumped down onto the wooden bench, clutching his heart, "Catherine – just let me see."
"You're sure you're ready for this, Rick?" she purred seductively, running the leather encased leg up the doorframe until it was horizontal to the floor, flexing the calf muscle. "Think you're heart can handle it?"
"Please Cath!" Warrick had forgotten that Greg was standing just two lockers down, enjoying watching his normally calm and collected friend turn into a big puddle of lust at the sight of one leg.
"Yeah, Cath – put out him out of his misery!" Greg hollered. Catherine giggled and strolled seductively into the locker room.
Warrick just stared in mute amazement at the blue with white stars and red with gold trim. "This is like a childhood fantasy," he murmured. Reaching out, he gently touched the thick golden bracelets at Catherine's wrists. "I always knew you were Wonder Woman!"
Catherine just giggled. Greg rolled his eyes, and walked past them out into the hallway, grinning over his shoulder, "You can thank me later, Warrick. And I think you owe me a nice dinner at the Deli Llama for that mascot crack."
* * * * *
Nick could still taste the soap. Vowing to himself that Sara was going to pay, he drank another bottle of water and grimaced as he tossed it into the trash. Through the large window, he could see Grissom walking slowly down the hallway towards the break room.
"Nick." Grissom muttered in greeting, upon seeing the younger man leaning idly against the counter.
Nick nodded back, "Grissom."
"You're looking sort of green. You getting sick?"
"Nope. Sara just made me some special brew, and it's left a bad taste in my mouth."
Grissom raised an eyebrow at the younger man, offering a sage "I see," as he walked over to the fridge.
Nick watched him curiously. Something was not right. "Grissom – are you feeling alright?"
"Fine, fine. Do you know where my water went?"
Nick started guiltily, before replying, "Nope."
Grissom sighed, "Sara probably took it." He sounded slightly bitter, and Nick had to grin.
"Trouble in paradise already?"
"No, not at all." Scowl.
Nick narrowed his eyes as he watched Grissom head out of the break room with nary a goodbye. The older man appeared to be limping. Or maybe not limping so much as…hitching. One slow step, plant the foot, and with minimal shaking of the hips, follow it up with another ginger step. Recognizing such a silly walk, Nick grinned and quickly caught up to the older man. "You sure you're okay, Grissom?"
"Fine, Nick," Grissom gritted out. "Why don't you go harass Sara?"
"I'm having more fun watching you walk," Nick replied. "I … recognize … that walk. Sara has you in a pair of thongs, doesn't she?"
Grissom just glared at him.
"Who's the 'Sweet Transvestite' now, Grissom?"
Grissom stopped walking and turned his intense blue gaze upon Nick, "If you ever want to work a case solo, I'd shut up if I were you."
Nick grinned, "Threatening your employees, now. Isn't that against the law - Lola?"
* * * * *
Brass walked into the break room a little straighter than he had been in years.
"You okay, Jim?" Greg asked from behind a giant cup of coffee.
"Fine," Brass said with what could only be described as a smile on his lips. "I'm fine."
Greg raised an eyebrow. "You look a little thinner. Are you on a diet?"
Brass actually blushed. "I. . .uh. . ."
Then Catherine walked into the room, her hair a little wild since she decided to tease it.
Brass looked at her over a cup of coffee, trying to be covert, but Greg saw him.
"Hey, Brass. . . you wanna actually put some coffee in that cup?"
Brass let out the breath he had been holding in since he saw Catherine in her Wonder Woman costume and glared at Greg with contempt.
"I just finished drinking."
Catherine and Greg exchanged a knowing look, then all eyes turned to the door when Sara walked in.
She sported a black micromini skirt and a see-through black blouse that was skin-tight and had strategically placed pockets at her breasts.
"Has Grissom seen you yet?" Greg wondered aloud.
Sara shrugged. "I don't think it matters. He'll see me when he hands out the assignments."
Greg wondered silently about the sudden change between the two and connected it to Nick's comment from the night before. He knew nothing about the thongs.
Catherine raised an eyebrow at Brass, who was trying to not drool at the lovely half-naked blonde in front of him.
"Brass, it's okay."
Brass shook his head. "Is the lasso real?"
Catherine laughed out loud and patted his shoulder then turned her head instinctively when she felt Warrick walk into the room.
"Wonderwoman," Warrick crooned as he sauntered over to her, bobbing and weaving a small but effective mating dance until he was standing right in front of her, then he grabbed her by the hips and gave her a very loud kiss.
Brass looked down into his empty coffee cup and cursed.
"What's wrong, Brass?" Warrick wondered, looking up from Catherine's strawberry-flavored glossed lips.
"I'm out of coffee," he grumbled in return.
Warrick's eyes followed Brass's short stocky frame as the older man walked out of the breakroom, still looking into his empty mug.
Warrick gave a questioning look to Catherine who shrugged. "I guess you're not the only man who's had fantasies about Wonder Woman."
They heard files dropping from the doorway and turned to find Grissom staring open-mouthed at Sara.
"Blink, baby," Sara told him.
Whether out of rebellion or just the inability to comply, Grissom did not blink. He just continued to stare.
Sara for her part did nothing to help him.
"What are you wearing?" Grissom finally managed to squeak out.
Sara shrugged. "Clothes. What are you wearing?"
Grissom cleared his throat and handed out the assignments, keeping Sara with himself.
She just smiled at him while sucking her coffee through a straw. Only Nick noticed that he sweated every time she moved her lips down the straw.
TBC
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Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in posting folks, but Heidi and I found the recipe for the 'brownies' the cast of CSI bake together – nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
…Okay, so that's a lie. Sue us – and before you do, please read and review. Thanks!