The hot water gave him little or no comfort what so ever, but perhaps it
would eventually wash away his shame and embarrassment. Greg let the water
flow richly over him, steaming hot water, washing away some of the tension
he felt.
He didn't feel the draft from the opening of the door, nor did he hear the cabinet door open so he jumped when a soft hand gently traveled over his back.
He just closed his eyes and felt how the touch sent sparks through his body.
The cabinet door was closed and another hand came to rest on his back, making the same journey as the other and both hands came around him to touch his manhood, making every fiber of his being spring to life.
He turned around to receive a deep, passionate kiss.
She broke the kiss and locked eyes with him before she started kissing his neck.
He grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her up against the wall. He couldn't stand this any more so he took her right there in the shower.
Grissom sat in his office in the dim light with his chin resting on the tip of his fingers that was folded together. He had no idea how long he had been sitting like this, nor did he care. The man showed little signal of life, but if a speaker had been connected to his brain it would have hummed like hell.
He had strong distaste for the strings he had to pull, but some times one really had to pull those strings.
The information he now had was not from the most reliable source, but he had his crew working to verify that information. Together they were really working overtime.
"Are you alive?"
He looked up to find Catherine in the doorway. "I'm still breathing."
"Could have fooled me. We've got him, the police is picking him up as we speak." She was of course talking about another case.
"Good, go home." He released a deep sigh. The waiting was killing him.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I'm just enjoying the peace and quiet."
"Liar. Good night." She knew it was no use pushing the matter. If he didn't want to tell, he didn't want to tell and then it would be pointless to try and fish it out of him. She left the lab and out into the chilly night air.
Grissom got to his feet and left his office, continued down the hall to where Nick worked his butt off. "Anything?"
"Too much." Nick handed him a piece of paper.
He didn't feel the draft from the opening of the door, nor did he hear the cabinet door open so he jumped when a soft hand gently traveled over his back.
He just closed his eyes and felt how the touch sent sparks through his body.
The cabinet door was closed and another hand came to rest on his back, making the same journey as the other and both hands came around him to touch his manhood, making every fiber of his being spring to life.
He turned around to receive a deep, passionate kiss.
She broke the kiss and locked eyes with him before she started kissing his neck.
He grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her up against the wall. He couldn't stand this any more so he took her right there in the shower.
Grissom sat in his office in the dim light with his chin resting on the tip of his fingers that was folded together. He had no idea how long he had been sitting like this, nor did he care. The man showed little signal of life, but if a speaker had been connected to his brain it would have hummed like hell.
He had strong distaste for the strings he had to pull, but some times one really had to pull those strings.
The information he now had was not from the most reliable source, but he had his crew working to verify that information. Together they were really working overtime.
"Are you alive?"
He looked up to find Catherine in the doorway. "I'm still breathing."
"Could have fooled me. We've got him, the police is picking him up as we speak." She was of course talking about another case.
"Good, go home." He released a deep sigh. The waiting was killing him.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I'm just enjoying the peace and quiet."
"Liar. Good night." She knew it was no use pushing the matter. If he didn't want to tell, he didn't want to tell and then it would be pointless to try and fish it out of him. She left the lab and out into the chilly night air.
Grissom got to his feet and left his office, continued down the hall to where Nick worked his butt off. "Anything?"
"Too much." Nick handed him a piece of paper.