Title: Both sides of the mirror

Rating: R

Summary: It's Grissom's lucky night

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Grissom's eyes flew open when he heard a loud pounding on his front door. Looking at the brass clock, it was 2:00 in the morning. Grumbling, he stumbled to the door. The pounding continued.

" I'm coming," he hollered at the door.

Quickly opening the door, a tall blond greeted his half closed eyelids.

" Catherine" Grissom said, surprised.

" Hey, Gil. I was just in the neighborhood and…" he voiced trailed off.

" And?"

" Wanted to stop by. Mind I come in?" Catherine marched right past him and into his living room.

Grissom looked at her. He had given all his CSI's the night off. Why was she here? He slowly closed the door.

" Wait" Catherine called, halting him.

" Why?"

" Because of me" a cute brunette suddenly appeared on the other side of the door.

" Come in" Grissom greeted her.

Sara brushed past him and joined Catherine, who was making herself at home on his couch. A hint smell of booze lingered in the air.

Shutting the door, Grissom turned and eye up the two women.

" Have you two been drinking?"

" Sara and I hung out tonight and we got to talking…" her voice trailed off again. " Yes, we had a couple drinks" answering his question.

Grissom seated himself on the couch between the two women.

" Not to sound rude. Why are you here?"

Catherine glanced at Sara, then back at Grissom. Sara climbed off the couch. Grissom's eyes followed her. She positioned herself behind him and Catherine.

" We need to talk to you. Something that is bothering us" Catherine calmly stated. She shifted in her seat to face him.

" We?" Grissom asked, looking at both women.

" Sara and I" she continued, " WE have a proposition for you"

Grissom's heart began to race. Catherine and Sara, both putting their heads together and coming up with an idea, is always a bad thing. Bad things always happen.

" Since you can't decide which one of us is your favorite CSI. We have decide for you" Sara piped up from behind the couch.

" I have no favorite CSI. You both are very skillful and intelligent women"

" We know that" the girls said in unison

Catherine scooted her body closer to his and placed a hand on his denim-clad thigh. Sara lightly touched his shoulders with her hands. She quickly ran them down across his chest and stopped at his stomach. Her upper body was pressed into the back of his head. Grissom's head rested comfortably between her breasts. Her lips were centimeters away from his ear.

" We decided to have a little fun with you" Sara's hot breath tickled his ear. Gently kissing his ear lope, Sara watched the chill run down his body.

The hand that rested on his thigh suddenly sprang to life, moving up his leg. The two sensations were driving him wild. Grissom's jeans became a little tighter with every stroke of Catherine hand and stormy kisses Sara was giving him. Sara removed her hands from his chest and placed them on either side of his head. Catherine slowly started to unbuttoned Grissom's shirt.

" Wait… We can't do this" Grissom pleaded.

Pulling back his head, Sara forcibly kissed his mouth. Their tongues battled for control. Catherine torn open his shirt and worked quickly on his opening his pants. Grissom felt her strong hands pulling on the waistline of his jeans. He tried to pull away from velvety lips, but Sara locked him in place. Heaving his pants down to his knees, Catherine knelt between his spayed legs. Grabbing his boxers, she pulled them down like his jeans. His throbbing erection saluted her.

" Sara?" Catherine called.

Freeing Grissom from their lip-lock " Yes"

" Do you want the honor?"

Sara smiled, reveling the gap in her teeth. Catherine climbed up onto the couch. Circling to the front of the couch, Sara knelt taking Catherine's place. Quickly, her mouth engulfed his hard member. Grissom gasped as Sara's clever tongue hit all the right places. ' Hank was a fucking fool to let Sara go' Grissom slightly thought. Sara's brown hair covered her actions like a canopy. Catherine busied herself by kissing up and down his neck. Watching Sara move up and down his shaft, he moaned. He was so close to coming; he felt his body tense up. Sara increased her speed, ready for his hot seed.

" Oh, God, Oh God"

CRASH. Grissom bolted upright from the couch. Looking at the floor, his lamp that sat on in table was now in a million pieces on the floor. Glimpsing around the room, he was alone. No Catherine kissing him. No Sara sucking him. He was alone.

" A dream" he cursed himself.

Slowing his breathing, he walked slowly to the kitchen. Pouring himself a glass of water, he chugged it. Looking down at himself, his erection greeted him. Steadying himself against the counter, he finished himself off. Grabbing a paper towel, he cleaned up a couple white spots that landed on his boxers. The clock ticked quietly behind him. Glancing at it, Grissom groaned. Only hours from now, he would have to face the real Catherine and Sara.

TBC…….