Purple worms
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Little bit of swearing in this chapter
Sophia was sitting in the kitchen alone, mainlining a bottle of rum, messily chewing a cucumber sandwich, and stewing. 'Damm them all. Stupid CSI's. They think they're soooo smart. Well, they're not….. smart, that is. Stupid CSI's. Well, except for Grissom, he's dreamy.' She sighed, a piece of chewed cucumber falling from her open mouth. She quickly swept it onto the carpet and resumed her plotting. She looked up as Nick barrelled into the kitchen, her mouth dropping open at his attire. He froze, momentarily both grossed out and fascinated by the masticated cucumber staining her shirt.
"Left foot blue" Greg intoned solemnly. Warrick swung his foot over easily, while Catherine struggled to slide her foot under his. Sara slid hers across, 'accidentally' giving Ecklie a kick that made him lose his balance and fall face-first onto the ground.
"Whoops" she smiled insincerely, "You really should be more careful."
"You're out!" crowed Grissom unnecessarily, elbowing Conrad as he struggled to regain his footing.
"No fair! She tripped me! I demand a recount" yelled Ecklie in frustration.
"SHUT UP ECKLIE!" yelled the room in unison. He moved to the side and watched glowering as the remaining four adjusted and waited for the next call. "Right hand purple" shrieked Greg over-excitedly, relishing his role as grand Spinmaster.
Grissom struggled, his arm shaking as he struggled to lift his hand to find the purple circle. Purple circle. Purple circle? "Greg, I don't see any purple circles!"
"Keep looking" Warrick offered wisely, trying to kick Grissom's foot out from under him. Sara sniggered, occupied trying to distract Catherine by biting into her ankle. Success! Catherine began to slide, taking Warrick's legs out from under him, both squawking madly as they ended up in a pile on the mat. They writhed underneath Sara and Gil's outstretched bodies, suddenly uninterested in Twister, not minding the audience in the least. Sara smiled, three down, one to go, then she would be the ultimate champion. Muahahaha. She smirked at Grissom, who looked back a little fearfully.
"Okay ladies" trilled Greg, earning a glare from the boss, "Right foot Green". Sara twisted backwards into a graceful arch, placing her hand firmly on green circle closest to Gil. He blinked, realising the only way to reach the remaining circle not blocked by Catherine and Warrick was straight over the top of one very lovely and quite drunk Miss Sara Sidle.
"C'mon Griss, no stalling" encouraged Catherine from under Warrick on the map. He gritted his teeth and willed his body to cooperate as he arched over her, bodies pressing together as he reached for his circle. 'Think of unsexy things, think of unsexy things' his inner voice cautioned him, trying not to respond to the feel of her hips pressing into his intimately. 'Football, good, Great Aunt Ruby, good, cadavers, ummm, borderline, Apple pie, NO! NO! Bad Gil!' With a strangled gasp, Gil pushed himself backwards, sliding off Sara to land awkwardly on Warrick's back. Warrick, in his pleasurable haze, only vaguely noticed the weight on his back. Along with Catherine's amazing tongue in his ear he could now feel a strong torso pressed against his back, long legs hanging over his and a long hard……………. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? He squealed and scooted out from between Grissom and Cath, mouthing obscenities and trying to banish mental pictures of Griss on his back out of his mind. Oh, man. As Ecklie scowled, Griss frantically muttered excuses, Warrick frantically tried to rub the mental images from his brain, Catherine wondered hazily what was going on and Greg watched on in interest, Sara stood triumphantly and screamed "I WON! I WON!"
Catherine and Greg stumbled out into the backyard, looking for respite from the confusion and flashing lights and Ecklie's heartrending karaoke rendition of 'I Am Woman'. Greg spied the bottle of tequila partially hidden in the long grass. "Ooh, ooh, mine!" he squealed, quickly grabbing a mug from the table. He poured himself a cupful and then reluctantly tipped the bottle into the glass Catherine was waving madly, before dropping it back on the grass. "Ready Cat – on three! One, Two, Thr…oh look, I got the tequila worm!" Cat was busy throwing back her tequila whilst trying to remember the order of things- "lip, sick, stuck……….no click, strip su… Huh?"
"I got the tequila worm, I got the tequila worm!" Greg fished the plump worm triumphantly from his Tequila before tipping his head back and dropping it down his throat with a satisfied gulp.
Catherine nodded politely, "Um Greggo? I don't think this kind of Tequila is s'posed to have a worm in it." Greg blinked, and as one, they swivelled to look at the bottle. Nope, no worms included, but there was a dead cricket bobbing in the bottle, as well as a spider, flailing frantically as it tried to keep afloat. They both digested this in silence. Huh. Grissom wandered out and joined them, tie crooked, glasses askew, a thoughtful look on his face. Catherine broke the freeze frame by carefully inspecting her insect-free cup, then chugging a mouthful before leaning over and licking the angel statue in her yard. Greg's senses finally kicked in and he began to gag. As Greg began to choke and cough and Grissom looked on interestedly, Catherine remembered the order of things and mused, 'Lick… yes, Sip……. Okay, it was a guzzle, but yep, Suck……. Hmmm'. She grabbed Grissom and, with deliberate concentration, began to unbuckle his pants.
Okay I promise to get to Nick in the next chapter- I just got a little distracted. Pls review xoxoxo