Title: Traces of the Past 5/?
Author: Chaos
Rating: PG
Pairing: None yet, but this is the after effect of the menage a trois situation in the last
chapter.
Warnings: None. I didn't dis Catherine or Martin in this chapter. I guess I'm in too good of
a mood. Remember my New Year's resolution? Writing an hour a day. Well it got
blown to hell the day after I last posted. My best friend offered me an expenses paid
eight day trip to The Atlantis resort in the Bahamas. I love writing, I want to get
finished with this story but the only way I wouldn't have taken that trip was if WP
and GD were holding me back. Or down.
Anyway, I have a feeling the guys are out of character in this installment but blame
it on the vacay high.
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Danny lay with his right arm stretched under Sam's neck. His left arm was wrapped around Sara.
Her left hand rested high on his chest just over his heart, and his left nipple Grissom noticed.
Danny's arm flexed, pulling Sara closer to his side. Her movement revealed that she wore nothing
but the deep blue t-shirt. Danny's hand moved down to rest on Sara's bare bottom.
"What in hell is going on here?" Grissom exploded.
Three pairs of blurry eyes opened to look at the man at the end of the bed. Three identical
blinks, then Sara broke the spell by yawning and stretching her long body only to encounter...
"Danny?!?"
Sam's eyes snapped left. "What are you doing here?" She closed her eyes briefly, "And what in
the world are you wearing?" Her chin jerked in the direction of the ungodly black boxers
boldly sporting Spongebob Squarepants across the front.
His blush raised the temperature of the room several degrees. "If I remember correctly, and I'm
not betting on that, Spongebob is the reason we're in the situation we are now."
Sara vigorously shook her head then grabbed it to hold it on her shoulders. "There is no way I
invited you into bed wearing a cartoon character on your shorts."
Sam nodded in agreement before blanching and grabbing her stomach with one hand and covering her
mouth with the other.
"End of the hall," Sara volunteered as Nick held the door open to her.
Jack looked after his departing agent torn between following her to make sure she was all right
or staying to get the story out of Danny. He decided to give her a few minutes so as not to
embarrass her. He looked at Grissom only to find him giving a death glare to the young man who
lounged on the bed, his arm still wrapped around Sara's waist hand resting on her thigh.
"Danny?" He raised an eyebrow in question.
Taylor sighed. "I came in to say goodnight and they started razzing about the shorts. I jumped
on the bed and started tickling. You ever try to tickle two women at once?" Danny suddenly
realized that he probably shouldn't have said that. He could 'feel' Grissom's stare. He raised
a hand to his forehead expecting it to come away bloody. He sighed in relief to see it dry and
clean. "Anyway, that's the last thing I remember. Oh, wait! I thought I heard a phone ring at
some point."
"That was half an hour ago," Jack replied as he walked to the bedside table and lifted the
dangling receiver. "I guess you tried to answer." He looked at the couple still in the bed.
"We tried to everything to get in touch with you. We have some information on Trimm."
That caught Sara's attention and she crawled out of the bed. Her movement was followed by
Grissom's eyes. The t-shirt she wore fell just below the juncture of her thighs. He tore his
eyes away to look at the other three men. The FBI agents were looking. Both of the bastards.
Nick was leaning against the wall, his face a mask of amusement. Grissom's concentrated glare
in his direction finally caught his attention.
"What's up, Gris?"
"Call Warrick and tell him we found Sara. Then take Agent Malone and his people back to their
hotel so that they can get ready for our meeting. I'll bring Sara home."
"Why don't you take them back to the hotel? Nick and I can get ready here." Sara suggested.
"I'm sure you'll need fresh clothes."
"I probably left a set the last time I stayed over." She looked at Nick, receiving a nod.
"They're in the usual place."
Okay, Grissom's glare was NOT dissapating. If anything Nick was suddenly worried about his own
safety. "I want you to take our guests to their hotel and then to the office. Sara and I will
be there as soon as she's ready." Grissom enunciated.
Sam's return shifted all focus to her. Her pitiful moan as she came through the door was echoed
by Sara when she caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror atop the dresser.
"Some one remind me whose idea this was again?"
HA! A question Gris wanted the answer to as well, then he'd know who to yell at. Or kill. His
glare returned to Danny Taylor's face.
Three voices replied to Sara's semi rhetorical question. "It was yours!"
She sighed. "Oh, yeah." She opened the drawer; blue jeans, green t-shirt, black bra. The
drawer was empty. "Uh, Nicky? I'm missing an essential article of clothing, here."
He walked over and checked through all of the drawers.
Sara stared at him.
"Maybe it got mixed up in with my clothes."
"It's been six weeks. You didn't notice a black thong floating around with your socks?"
"Who said it was with my socks." His grin melted away. "Has it really been that long, Sar?
What's happening to us?"
Sara shrugged one shoulder. She turned to Grissom. "I can be ready in twenty minutes."
He nodded at her. His attention was snatched away as Nick appeared at the doorway, a lace
thong dangling from his finger tips.
Sara snatched it from him. His smile quickly disappeared as he looked at Grissom. He gulped.
"I'll be ready in 10."
Sam had finally gathered her clothes and painfully turned to the men still in the room. "I
need to get dressed." No one moved. She looked them each in the eye. "Can I have some
privacy please?" Her exasperated tone finally got them moving.
Danny moved across the hall to gather his own wardrobe from the arm chair in Nick's bedroom.
He was stuffing his tie into his pocket when Nick stepped out of the en suite bathroom.
"Hey, man. How ya feeling?"
"Rough. Really, really rough."
Nick snickered. "You're lucky you're alive right now."
Danny's smile didn't hide his nervousness. "Yeah, I had a feeling Dr. Grissom would've shot
me if he could." He shook his head. "He seemed so jealous. I just don't understand it
after what Sara said this morning.
"I don't think I heard her."
"No, I think you had gone out for ice. She just...she really believes that Grissom hates her.
And, the way I've seen that Catherine woman treat her, it's no wonder she wants to come to
the bureau."
Danny was rambling but again he had hit on the subject Nick had overheard the night before.
Sara wanted to leave them. Oh, God. Sara was going to leave them.
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Please read and review.
Author: Chaos
Rating: PG
Pairing: None yet, but this is the after effect of the menage a trois situation in the last
chapter.
Warnings: None. I didn't dis Catherine or Martin in this chapter. I guess I'm in too good of
a mood. Remember my New Year's resolution? Writing an hour a day. Well it got
blown to hell the day after I last posted. My best friend offered me an expenses paid
eight day trip to The Atlantis resort in the Bahamas. I love writing, I want to get
finished with this story but the only way I wouldn't have taken that trip was if WP
and GD were holding me back. Or down.
Anyway, I have a feeling the guys are out of character in this installment but blame
it on the vacay high.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________
Danny lay with his right arm stretched under Sam's neck. His left arm was wrapped around Sara.
Her left hand rested high on his chest just over his heart, and his left nipple Grissom noticed.
Danny's arm flexed, pulling Sara closer to his side. Her movement revealed that she wore nothing
but the deep blue t-shirt. Danny's hand moved down to rest on Sara's bare bottom.
"What in hell is going on here?" Grissom exploded.
Three pairs of blurry eyes opened to look at the man at the end of the bed. Three identical
blinks, then Sara broke the spell by yawning and stretching her long body only to encounter...
"Danny?!?"
Sam's eyes snapped left. "What are you doing here?" She closed her eyes briefly, "And what in
the world are you wearing?" Her chin jerked in the direction of the ungodly black boxers
boldly sporting Spongebob Squarepants across the front.
His blush raised the temperature of the room several degrees. "If I remember correctly, and I'm
not betting on that, Spongebob is the reason we're in the situation we are now."
Sara vigorously shook her head then grabbed it to hold it on her shoulders. "There is no way I
invited you into bed wearing a cartoon character on your shorts."
Sam nodded in agreement before blanching and grabbing her stomach with one hand and covering her
mouth with the other.
"End of the hall," Sara volunteered as Nick held the door open to her.
Jack looked after his departing agent torn between following her to make sure she was all right
or staying to get the story out of Danny. He decided to give her a few minutes so as not to
embarrass her. He looked at Grissom only to find him giving a death glare to the young man who
lounged on the bed, his arm still wrapped around Sara's waist hand resting on her thigh.
"Danny?" He raised an eyebrow in question.
Taylor sighed. "I came in to say goodnight and they started razzing about the shorts. I jumped
on the bed and started tickling. You ever try to tickle two women at once?" Danny suddenly
realized that he probably shouldn't have said that. He could 'feel' Grissom's stare. He raised
a hand to his forehead expecting it to come away bloody. He sighed in relief to see it dry and
clean. "Anyway, that's the last thing I remember. Oh, wait! I thought I heard a phone ring at
some point."
"That was half an hour ago," Jack replied as he walked to the bedside table and lifted the
dangling receiver. "I guess you tried to answer." He looked at the couple still in the bed.
"We tried to everything to get in touch with you. We have some information on Trimm."
That caught Sara's attention and she crawled out of the bed. Her movement was followed by
Grissom's eyes. The t-shirt she wore fell just below the juncture of her thighs. He tore his
eyes away to look at the other three men. The FBI agents were looking. Both of the bastards.
Nick was leaning against the wall, his face a mask of amusement. Grissom's concentrated glare
in his direction finally caught his attention.
"What's up, Gris?"
"Call Warrick and tell him we found Sara. Then take Agent Malone and his people back to their
hotel so that they can get ready for our meeting. I'll bring Sara home."
"Why don't you take them back to the hotel? Nick and I can get ready here." Sara suggested.
"I'm sure you'll need fresh clothes."
"I probably left a set the last time I stayed over." She looked at Nick, receiving a nod.
"They're in the usual place."
Okay, Grissom's glare was NOT dissapating. If anything Nick was suddenly worried about his own
safety. "I want you to take our guests to their hotel and then to the office. Sara and I will
be there as soon as she's ready." Grissom enunciated.
Sam's return shifted all focus to her. Her pitiful moan as she came through the door was echoed
by Sara when she caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror atop the dresser.
"Some one remind me whose idea this was again?"
HA! A question Gris wanted the answer to as well, then he'd know who to yell at. Or kill. His
glare returned to Danny Taylor's face.
Three voices replied to Sara's semi rhetorical question. "It was yours!"
She sighed. "Oh, yeah." She opened the drawer; blue jeans, green t-shirt, black bra. The
drawer was empty. "Uh, Nicky? I'm missing an essential article of clothing, here."
He walked over and checked through all of the drawers.
Sara stared at him.
"Maybe it got mixed up in with my clothes."
"It's been six weeks. You didn't notice a black thong floating around with your socks?"
"Who said it was with my socks." His grin melted away. "Has it really been that long, Sar?
What's happening to us?"
Sara shrugged one shoulder. She turned to Grissom. "I can be ready in twenty minutes."
He nodded at her. His attention was snatched away as Nick appeared at the doorway, a lace
thong dangling from his finger tips.
Sara snatched it from him. His smile quickly disappeared as he looked at Grissom. He gulped.
"I'll be ready in 10."
Sam had finally gathered her clothes and painfully turned to the men still in the room. "I
need to get dressed." No one moved. She looked them each in the eye. "Can I have some
privacy please?" Her exasperated tone finally got them moving.
Danny moved across the hall to gather his own wardrobe from the arm chair in Nick's bedroom.
He was stuffing his tie into his pocket when Nick stepped out of the en suite bathroom.
"Hey, man. How ya feeling?"
"Rough. Really, really rough."
Nick snickered. "You're lucky you're alive right now."
Danny's smile didn't hide his nervousness. "Yeah, I had a feeling Dr. Grissom would've shot
me if he could." He shook his head. "He seemed so jealous. I just don't understand it
after what Sara said this morning.
"I don't think I heard her."
"No, I think you had gone out for ice. She just...she really believes that Grissom hates her.
And, the way I've seen that Catherine woman treat her, it's no wonder she wants to come to
the bureau."
Danny was rambling but again he had hit on the subject Nick had overheard the night before.
Sara wanted to leave them. Oh, God. Sara was going to leave them.
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