A/N: Okay, before you read this you must know that the information in the article Sara reads is actually true.  I would be more than happy to e-mail it to anyone who doubts me or wants more info on the um, subject matter.  Oh, and Sask, thanks for the help with the chapter title, lol.  Read on!

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Chapter 7 – A Hard Man is Good to Find

"There you are," Catherine said as Nick and Sara finally arrived in the break room.  "We were beginning to wonder if we should call Search and Rescue."

"Sorry about that," Sara apologized, dropping into a lounge chair.  "My fault.  Nick's my knight in shining armor."

He glanced at her over his shoulder from where he was pouring himself some coffee, catching her small meaningful grin and sent her a wink.  "So what's up, where's Grissom?" he asked Catherine, bringing Sara some caffeine.

"Oh, we're supposed to wait here for our assignments.  He's just quickly going over some evidence with Warrick," she explained, idly dipping her tea bag up and down in her mug.  "War's got that court date today, remember?"

"Right, right," Nick muttered, wandering back over to the counter in search of food.  He found a bowl of apples, grabbed one for himself and held up another, offering it to Sara.  She shook her head, sipping carefully at her hot coffee and flipping through a magazine.

"Ooh, this is interesting," she said, lifting an eyebrow at an article she had found.

"What's that?" Catherine asked, looking up from her newspaper.

Nick also looked at her as he first picked the sticker off his apple then polished it on his thigh.

"It seems a new study has found what may be a new way to prevent breast cancer," Sara explained, her brow furrowing lightly as she scanned the words on the page.

"That's always good to hear," Nick said, leaning against the counter and taking a big bite out of his fruit.  "What is it?"

Sara looked right at him, a glint of mischief that only he would catch twinkling in her eyes, and spoke very matter-of-factly: "Fellatio."

Nick unintentionally sucked a piece of apple down his windpipe, grabbed his throat with one hand and started having a coughing fit in attempt to clear his airway.

"Easy there bud," Catherine said, sending him a look.  She turned her attention to Sara and rolled her eyes, shaking her head.  "Men.  What else does it say?"

Sara cast a sympathetic smile in Nick's direction as he continued to cough and started pounding on his chest with one fist while pouring himself a glass of water with the other.  She continued reading: "The North Carolina State University did a study in 15,000 women over the past ten years and it showed that those who performed fellatio and swallowed ejaculatory fluid on a regular basis-"

Nick choked on his water, sputtering it all over the front of his shirt.  Catherine spared him a withering glance.

"- at least one to two times a week, had a lower occurrences of breast cancer than those who hadn't.  The key seems to be the protein and enzyme count in the semen, but researchers are waiting for more test data... Um, you alright Nick?"

"Yup, fine," he rasped, avoiding her eyes like the bubonic plague.  Wiping a hand over his reddened face he braced himself on the counter.  "Just uh, went down the wrong hole is all..."

"Oh," she replied, a tiny coy smile touching her lips.

In truth he was far from fine: thanks to Sara talking about giving head in her no nonsense, I'm-a-completely-detached-professional-and-scientist voice he now had a hard-on that could cut glass.  Trying his best, and not really even coming close to succeeding in keeping carnal images out of his head, he waddled over to the table to quickly and carefully sit down, stifling a groan.

The women exchanged an amused look, Catherine arching an eyebrow and Sara biting her lip to keep from laughing out loud at his obvious...discomfort.

"Hi guys, sorry to keep you waiting," Grissom greeted as he entered the room.  He took his place at the head of the table and pulled his glasses out of his pocket, perching them on his nose.

"It's okay.  You missed Sara's little tip of the day though," Catherine informed him, lightly tapping her fingernails on the table.

Grissom raised a mildly interested eyebrow and looked over at Sara, not noticing that beside him Nick was having a bit of trouble.

"Oh just an article I read," Sara explained, rising and coming over to join them at the conference table, choosing to sit directly across from Nick.  "Apparently ingesting seminal fluid can help women prevent breast cancer."

Nick felt his groin twitch and stopped breathing for a moment.  His eyes went to Grissom's face, almost desperate to find any sign that he wasn't the only one stimulated by this conversation.  Of course even the slightest of indications were nowhere to be seen.

"Probably because of the high protein and enzyme count, right?" he queried, just as cool as a cucumber. 

"Exactly," Sara confirmed and he gave a slight nod, seeming content to go back to his file folder and dig out assignments.

Nick stared disbelievingly at his supervisor, his mouth slightly agape.  This proved that Grissom was indeed either tantric or inhuman.

Grissom's sharp blue eyes looked at him over the rims of his glasses.  "Do I have something in my hair Nick?"

"Huh? Uh, no, sorry."

A typical odd little grin touched Grissom's lips as he went back to reading over his notes.  "Okay Catherine I want you to take..."

That was about as much as Nick heard before he felt the distinctive touch of a feminine foot slowly slide up from his ankle to just below his knee on the inside of his leg, then just as slowly back down again.  His gaze immediately shot to Sara in what he hoped was a subtle yet stern glance but she was not even looking at him, all her attention focused on what their boss was saying. 

This threw him off a bit so he looked suspiciously at Catherine out of the corner of his eye.  She was looking at him but her expression conveyed more like that of a woman looking at a dirty little boy caught with his mommy's Victoria's Secret catalogue than that of someone trying to play footsies in the break room.  Plus in order for her leg to reach him like that she would have had to have been doing a hell of a lot of yoga recently.

He eyed Grissom, shuddered, and then went back to Sara.  She still wasn't even looking at him but he saw her shift her position a bit just as the foot made it's way back up his calf.  Aha.  It lingered a bit behind his knee then made it's way excruciatingly slowly along the inside of his thigh.

Oh, she was just playing dirty now knowing full well what her "tip of the day" had already done to him.  And of course he was helpless to stop her.

"Nick?"

"Yeah," he whipped his head towards Grissom's voice fast enough to make his neck pop.

Grissom's brow furrowed a bit.  "You feeling okay?"

"Uh huh," he managed, drawing on all his will not to look at Sara.  "Why do you ask?"  Oh, bright move, let's draw even more attention to ourselves shall we?

"You look a bit flushed," Grissom replied with a slight note of concern.  "Are you feverish?"

"Uh, I - I dunno," he stammered, her toes wiggling just inches from the growing bulge in his jeans.  He tried his best to sit absolutely still, knowing they could get caught if he didn't.

His boss looked him over, pursing his lips.  "Hmm, well let me know if you're not well enough to stay tonight."

Nick swallowed hard and nodded jerkily, afraid if he opened his mouth now all that would come out would be a loud groan.  Still not giving him the time of day as she and Grissom discussed something in relation to their case, Sara was gently rubbing the arch of her foot against his cock.  His hands spread flat on the table, fingernails turning white from him pressing down so hard, and he tried to control his breathing as best he could through his mouth.

"Okay, I think that about wraps it up," Grissom announced, scratching his beard while he looked over his papers one last time.  He glanced at them all and paused as he looked at Nick.  "You're still not looking so hot Nicky.  I want you to stay here just in case.  You can finish your report on the Ryder case."  He tossed him a file.  "Cath can you go with Sara on this 419 instead please?"

Nick wanted to argue but didn't dare; he was to damn close to blowing his wad right in his jeans.

"Sure thing," Catherine replied, grabbing the assignment slip Grissom offered her.  "Feel better Nicky.  Let's go Sara."

Nick blinked slowly.  He was so close, so damn close...

And then she was gone.  He made a small squeak of protest then covered it with a cough upon receiving strange looks from the others.

"Bye guys," Sara chirped, gave a small wave then disappeared after Catherine down the hallway.

Nick looked after her in disbelief.  Well, she had certainly left him with a bit of a problem, and he was much too far gone to simply ignore it and hope it would go away.  He decided he was in no condition walk down the hall to the men's room to take care of himself without being slapped with a few hundred lawsuits along the way.  So that left the break room.  It wouldn't be pretty and there would be hell to pay if anyone ever found out, but it had to be done.  Desperate times called for desperate measures and all that jazz.  There was only one teensy weensy little obstacle: Grissom.

Nick glanced at his boss who seemed absorbed in a case file and a cup of coffee.

"Uh, what- what are you working on tonight Griss?" Nick asked, praying to God or anyone who would listen that Grissom would be picking up and leaving after that last sip of coffee.

No such luck.

"Oh, I'm kind of backlogged in all this paperwork thanks to our new Sheriff," he muttered this last with a bit of an uncharacteristic grumble.  "Unless something new comes in I'm stuck here with you for quite a while."

Of course he was.  Nick chuckled weakly, it was either that or cry at this point, and glanced down at his lap.

Oh that Sara Sidle was going to pay.