Disclaimer : Please see chapter one
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long to update........but hey better late than never I say........So where were we?.Oh yeah, someone is playing games with Brass who's finally sort of admitted his feelings for Catherine who in her turn has promptly put him firmly at arms length even if he did sort of rescue her from a burning building......
Warning: There's a couple of naughty words in this one...sorry..
TWENTY-ONE
Both Grissom and Brass looked up over the doorway of the mock-Tudor mansion at the Flying Dove carving. It was now almost midnight and the air had taken on a decided chill, whilst mist had descended about the driveway and grounds.
'Hound of the Baskervilles,' said Grissom.
'What?'
'Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.'
'I know, Sherlock Holmes........but what has he to do with a mansion in Las Vegas?'
Grissom threw Brass an arched eyebrow.
'Atmosphere. Look at the weather.'
Jim reached out a finger and pressed the doorbell, then added, 'Let's just hope then there's no fucking big dog to bite my booty then. Don't fancy having my ass hurt as well as the rest of me.'
The bell clanged deeply and loudly but there was no immediate answer. A slight chill went down Grissom's spine as Brass began blowing his breath out trying to make cigar circles for his own amusement. He pressed the bell again. Seconds later the sound of a heavy bolt was slid back and a latch dropped.
The door was opened by a scantily dressed woman somewhere in her early thirties. Her blonde hair cascaded about her shoulders freely.
'Yes?' Her voice was low and seductive.
'I'm Jim Brass, Las Vegas police department, this is Gil Grissom, criminalistics may we........' The woman stood back and waved an inviting hand. Stepping into the hallway, the door was closed firmly behind the two men.
'You're late,' the woman chastised.
'For what?' asked Grissom, his eyes narrowing, watcing the woman carefully as she walked behind a large walnut desk.
'My name is Elizabeth, and here are the keys.'
'What no enevlope. No lines to feed me about playing the game right and I'll be rewarded?' Elizabeth ignored him and unhooked a large silver ring from a hook from the wall mount directly to her left.
'And these would be the keys to where?' Brass took up the keyring handed over to him.
'To the changing room of course. Second door on the right, first floor top of the stairs.' Turning her back on the men in a somewhat blatantly dismissive gesture, Elizabeth disappeared into a rear room.
Climbing the steps slowly, the two men found the door as indicated by their reluctant hostess. Slipping the key into the lock, the portal swung open into what Brass could only describe as a high school locker room.
'Now what?' asked Brass almost in fear of what the answer might be.
'Second part of the clue says something about square red, square blue and square green being the answer to our quest.'
'So we look for something red, blue and green?'
'Must be a game.'
'In here? What about the first part of the clue that led us to this delightfully creepy joint in the first place?'
'Freedom of the Dove will bring you closer to nature. This is Freedom of the Dove house and........' Grissom stopped in mid sentence his jaw dropping slightly as he squinted to read the notice above a door at te opposing end of the locker room. Jim joined him then groaned loudly.
'Oh you gotta be shittin' me.'The dispair in his voice was evident. Gil too had paled slightly as he read out loud,
'No clothes beyond this point.'
'It's a damn naturist place. I ain't taking my clothes off for no man.' Brass folded his arms defensively across his chest.
'You haven't gotten anywhere by being stubborn on this case Jim. Let's find a secure locker in this place and get on with it.'
'No! No WAY amigo. No, nein, niet, non, nada....NO... DAMN....WAY!'
'Jim?'
'No way Gil.....Hey don't look at me like I'm some sorta pussy man alright. You're not the one that's had to swim in mud, jerk off into a cup. I've had the crap knocked out of me in a boxing ring, I've been cracked on the head, pushed down steps, had the very building around me set on fire. Hell I've even had Catherine try and beat the hell outta me at one point....And NOw I gotta go around some Addams Family creep spot butt naked?'
Grissom stopped unbuttoning his shirt and cast a quizzical glance at Brass.
'Why would Catherine hit you?' He was puzzled.
'Forget I said that.'
'Why?'
'She was stressed.'
'But why?'
'We were in a burning building.'
'Why did Catherine hit you?'
'She thought I'd left her.'
'Oh.'
'And I kissed her.'
Grissom looked at his friend incedulously. The detectiveheld up his hands in surrender.
'Alright, I make some lousy judgements at times.'
'I wasn't thinking about that.'
'Well what are you looking like that at me for?'
'I can't belive you kissed Catherie and lived to tell the tale with all your limbs intact. You'd better start unloading your clothes or we'll never get out of here.' Muttering to himself, Brass began tugging at the belt holding his jeans up whilst simultaneously kicking off his shoes.
'Hope there's pleanty of heating in this place,' he complained.
'It has under floor heating.'
'Gil, in this weather, it's not my damn feet I'm worried about pal!'
tbc.................
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long to update........but hey better late than never I say........So where were we?.Oh yeah, someone is playing games with Brass who's finally sort of admitted his feelings for Catherine who in her turn has promptly put him firmly at arms length even if he did sort of rescue her from a burning building......
Warning: There's a couple of naughty words in this one...sorry..
TWENTY-ONE
Both Grissom and Brass looked up over the doorway of the mock-Tudor mansion at the Flying Dove carving. It was now almost midnight and the air had taken on a decided chill, whilst mist had descended about the driveway and grounds.
'Hound of the Baskervilles,' said Grissom.
'What?'
'Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.'
'I know, Sherlock Holmes........but what has he to do with a mansion in Las Vegas?'
Grissom threw Brass an arched eyebrow.
'Atmosphere. Look at the weather.'
Jim reached out a finger and pressed the doorbell, then added, 'Let's just hope then there's no fucking big dog to bite my booty then. Don't fancy having my ass hurt as well as the rest of me.'
The bell clanged deeply and loudly but there was no immediate answer. A slight chill went down Grissom's spine as Brass began blowing his breath out trying to make cigar circles for his own amusement. He pressed the bell again. Seconds later the sound of a heavy bolt was slid back and a latch dropped.
The door was opened by a scantily dressed woman somewhere in her early thirties. Her blonde hair cascaded about her shoulders freely.
'Yes?' Her voice was low and seductive.
'I'm Jim Brass, Las Vegas police department, this is Gil Grissom, criminalistics may we........' The woman stood back and waved an inviting hand. Stepping into the hallway, the door was closed firmly behind the two men.
'You're late,' the woman chastised.
'For what?' asked Grissom, his eyes narrowing, watcing the woman carefully as she walked behind a large walnut desk.
'My name is Elizabeth, and here are the keys.'
'What no enevlope. No lines to feed me about playing the game right and I'll be rewarded?' Elizabeth ignored him and unhooked a large silver ring from a hook from the wall mount directly to her left.
'And these would be the keys to where?' Brass took up the keyring handed over to him.
'To the changing room of course. Second door on the right, first floor top of the stairs.' Turning her back on the men in a somewhat blatantly dismissive gesture, Elizabeth disappeared into a rear room.
Climbing the steps slowly, the two men found the door as indicated by their reluctant hostess. Slipping the key into the lock, the portal swung open into what Brass could only describe as a high school locker room.
'Now what?' asked Brass almost in fear of what the answer might be.
'Second part of the clue says something about square red, square blue and square green being the answer to our quest.'
'So we look for something red, blue and green?'
'Must be a game.'
'In here? What about the first part of the clue that led us to this delightfully creepy joint in the first place?'
'Freedom of the Dove will bring you closer to nature. This is Freedom of the Dove house and........' Grissom stopped in mid sentence his jaw dropping slightly as he squinted to read the notice above a door at te opposing end of the locker room. Jim joined him then groaned loudly.
'Oh you gotta be shittin' me.'The dispair in his voice was evident. Gil too had paled slightly as he read out loud,
'No clothes beyond this point.'
'It's a damn naturist place. I ain't taking my clothes off for no man.' Brass folded his arms defensively across his chest.
'You haven't gotten anywhere by being stubborn on this case Jim. Let's find a secure locker in this place and get on with it.'
'No! No WAY amigo. No, nein, niet, non, nada....NO... DAMN....WAY!'
'Jim?'
'No way Gil.....Hey don't look at me like I'm some sorta pussy man alright. You're not the one that's had to swim in mud, jerk off into a cup. I've had the crap knocked out of me in a boxing ring, I've been cracked on the head, pushed down steps, had the very building around me set on fire. Hell I've even had Catherine try and beat the hell outta me at one point....And NOw I gotta go around some Addams Family creep spot butt naked?'
Grissom stopped unbuttoning his shirt and cast a quizzical glance at Brass.
'Why would Catherine hit you?' He was puzzled.
'Forget I said that.'
'Why?'
'She was stressed.'
'But why?'
'We were in a burning building.'
'Why did Catherine hit you?'
'She thought I'd left her.'
'Oh.'
'And I kissed her.'
Grissom looked at his friend incedulously. The detectiveheld up his hands in surrender.
'Alright, I make some lousy judgements at times.'
'I wasn't thinking about that.'
'Well what are you looking like that at me for?'
'I can't belive you kissed Catherie and lived to tell the tale with all your limbs intact. You'd better start unloading your clothes or we'll never get out of here.' Muttering to himself, Brass began tugging at the belt holding his jeans up whilst simultaneously kicking off his shoes.
'Hope there's pleanty of heating in this place,' he complained.
'It has under floor heating.'
'Gil, in this weather, it's not my damn feet I'm worried about pal!'
tbc.................
