Chapter 3

"Ahhhhhhhhh."

Greg and Warrick turned to see where sound was coming from. Catherine stood wedging her cellular phone deeper into the cushions of the break room couch.

"What the hell is that?" Greg asked.

"I don't know. Someone's radio is stuck with mine and I can't turn it off. It started about fifteen minutes ago. I have tried everything. My office it too wide open. I don't want to tell Ecklie. Night and Swing are on the same frequency."

"You like that?" A deep muffled voice came from the under Catherine.

"I just saw Sofia. She's talking to Judy." Warrick said.

"That rules her out." Catherine said taking the phone out. She fiddled with the volume for the third time.

"Sheeeeeetttttt." The voice was male and distorted by passion.

"Take out the battery." Greg suggested.

"It's out. Remember out those new phones that have solar reserve in case of emergency and they can't hear me. I can only hear them. I don't know what they are doing but I was stripper and they make blush. Whoever she is. She's very limber and very skilled."

"A pro?" Greg wanted to know.

Catherine shook her head. "I don't think so. Too much passion for a pay date."

Warrick's mind was elsewhere. "So it's not me. It's not Greg. It's not Sofia. It's not Cath. That leaves Gris, Sara, and Nick."

"It's so big. I love your cock." The woman moaned

Greg closed the door to the break room. "Damn I wish it was me. Imagine that coming across the airwaves. What are they doing? What position are they in?"

"Blow job" Warrick said curtly. The investigator in all of them had perked up. Catherine gave up trying to sit the phone down in the middle of the break room table.

"She's good." Catherine commented. "I mean she's really good. She had him going for awhile. Sounds like a hummer."

Nick opened the door. They waved him to come in and close the door. "What is that?"

"Someone's phone is stuck." Greg said distractedly. "If it's Sara. I can die happy. I mean I might never get a Sara Sidle blow job but I can get it vicariously."

"If its Gris I will have to quit. I won't be able to look him in the face. I saw him naked once and it nearly did me in. I had nightmares." Catherine said.

Warrick leaned closer to see what other sounds were discernible. "You saw Gris naked."

Catherine nodded. "I walked in on him in the HAZMAT shower. That man has a lot and I mean a lot to be proud of. I just didn't need to know."

Nick was in the spirit of things now. "Can you tell if it's Gris or Sara? If it's Sara I am so not letting her live this down."

"I don't think Gris has sex." Greg said as the sounds of raunchy play found his ears. "I mean this guy sounds like a wild man. Grissom probably has charts and schedules. Put penis here on Tuesday and put tongue there on Wednesday. My money is on Sara. I knew she was a wild woman."

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" The man had reached his climax. Static filled the line when he spoke.

"Why did you do that? I didn't want to come yet. What about you?"

Movement and giggles "Don't worry. I think I can help you get up for the challenge."

"Oh yeah."

"Feel that?"

More static and an expletive from the man. "How did I can keep my hands off of you all those years?"

The CSIs went silent as a knock came from the door. Jim Brass. "Hey…"

The entire group ssshed him. "Close and lock the door." Catherine instructed.

Brass did it. "What…'

"Either Gris or Sara is having sex and we can hear them because Catherine's radio is stuck. Now shush." Greg explained impatiently.

Brass tried to speak again but soon realized that no one was listening to him.

Warrick leaned closer to the phone. "I don't believe. He's hard again? They are having sex."

Nick laughed. "That rules out Gris. A young man can't get it back after THAT blowjob. So Sara is swinging from the chandeliers."

Voices rose from the speaker. "Bend over."

"Like that?"

"Your ass is as is work of art..." The male voice was easier to hear now but still not clear enough.

"AHHHHH! OOOOOHHHHHHH" It was the woman's turn to loose control. "Feels so good."

Banging sounds could be heard as the couple's pace increased.

"Gonna come." The woman said.

"Not yet." The man responded. They rhythm slowed.

"Not yet." He said again in a softer. "I want you to enjoy this. Just enjoy it. We have all night."

Affectionate words were exchanged between them.

Catherine shook her head. "These people should teach a class. This is amazing. I think they have the perfect sex life."

The radio was silent.

"Perfect?" Brass asked. He had decided to let them figure it out for themselves.

"She is a vixen in bed. She giving him blowjobs that might send him to the hospital. He's selfless making sure she enjoys the experience not to mention the fact that these people have major stamina. They probably are doing it like rabbits. My bet is on Grissom."

The pace from the couple increased again.

"Grissom?" Nick was still skeptical.

"Yeah. Older men know how to control themselves. What they lack in energy shall we say they make for in expertise and patience."

Greg listened as the woman demanded that the man fuck her hard. "Okay this has got to be joke. This is porno speak. Who says that kind of stuff?"

Everyone looked at Greg. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Who hasn't heard or said that Greg?" Warrick wanted to know.

Greg pulled his lab coat around his body protectively. "Who do you think it is Warrick? Gris or Sara?"

Warrick tapped his fingers as if he was counting something. He was running the odds in his head. He didn't place bets any longer but he still thought like a gambler. "It's Griss doing Sara or shall I say Sara doing Gris."

"No!" Warrick and Nick said at the same time.

"Yes. Gris ain't getting freaky like that with no one but Sara."

"What about Lady Heather?" Nick countered.

Warrick still did the thing with is hands again. "I don't know what that was but I know Sara and I know Gris. Sara only trusts us and Gil only trusts us and his mother. It's Gris and Sara. They couldn't take it anymore. "

"Nah" Greg stood firm.

The heard shuffling and movement. "Too much?" Came the male voice.

"Just right." Whispered the female.

Groans and exclamations were heard. There were still no names and no voices could be distinguished over the airwaves. She called him "baby". He called her "honey".

When the finally climaxed she called out his name. "Grissom!"

"Go big guy and I mean that literally". Warrick remarked appreciatively.

Catherine ssshed him wanting to know how his companion was.

"Shit"

"What?"

"The condom broke."

"Again? I thought you changed brands."

"I did."

"It will be okay. I started taking the pill last week."