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Looking up at Jim and seeing the hurt and confused look on his face, Cyan's heart sank within her chest. She knew she'd have to tell him eventually, but this was not the way she wanted him to find out about her relationship to this guy. But since the proverbial cat was out of the bag now, she swallowed hard and explained the situation.
"Part of me hoped it wasn't him. He's never killed before, at least not that I know of. I knew he wasn't running on all cylinders but, I guess deep down, I didn't think he was capable of murder."
"Why didn't you say something before?" Jim asked in terse tones
"I never meant for you to find out this way, Jim." she said, her eyes tearing
Placing his hurt aside, Jim sat in the chair next to her and placed his hand on her knee. Looking into her eyes, he offered a slight grin.
"That's ok, we'll deal with it later. Right now, our number one priority is to find this guy and get him behind bars." he said coolly
"Not to discourage you guys or anything, but if he doesn't want to be found, my guess is that you'll never see him again. He's very good at blending in." she replied
"Well, that's what we do for a living; we find people and we solve puzzles." Nick stated
"Yeah, but he's been at this for over a week here, and all you guys had before I gave his description was his tattoo. The only reason you know what he looks like is because I told Jim. I hate to be the doomsayer, but he won't resurface until and unless he feels so inclined" she explained
Standing up and leaving the room, Cyan walked down the hall to the lady's room. Standing in front of the long mirror above the sinks, she splashed cold water on her face and glared at her reflection. The image that looked back at her was one of deceit and dishonesty. She hated holding back information from Jim, but at the same time, she didn't want to say something and have it turn out not to be true. The tears that ran down her face at this point were those of hurt and pain; not of physical pain, mind you, but of emotional pain.
Leaning against the partition between the locker room and the lavatory, Sara cleared her throat to announce her presence. Whipping her head around, Cyan looked at Sara and turned her back to the sink to lean on it. Approaching her and taking a paper towel, Sara handed it to Cyan and leaned next to her, her arms folded across her chest.
"He's pissed, isn't he"
"Not so much pissed, as hurt. But I think he understands. You didn't want to say anything and create false leads." she replied
"That's exactly it. That's all you guys would have needed was to be chasing air"
"Well, I think you'll find that Jim's a very understanding man. He really seems to like you, and when he likes you, it takes a lot to make that go away." Sara stated
"You really think he likes me?" Cyan asked
"Well, let's think about it this way, he endured disco music to be with you, he sat at your bedside almost the entire time you were in hospital and he gave up his gun for you. I'd say that he likes you a lot."
Not saying anything in response, Cyan just paced back and forth as Sara watched. After a few minutes, there was a knock at the closed and locked bathroom door. Turning and opening it, Sara saw Jim standing in the hall, hands in his pockets and embarrassed look on his face.
"Is it safe?" he asked simply
"Yeah, I think so." Sara replied, slipping past him
Jim stepped inside and closed and locked the door behind him and as he approached Cyan who was still at the sinks, he offered a lopsided sort of smile and wrapped her in a hug. His chin on her shoulder, Jim whispered in her ear.
"I know why you didn't say anything. And believe me, the less confusion, the better." he said,
hugging her close
"I'm so sorry, Cappie. If I'd known for fact that it was him, believe me, I would have said something sooner. I guess you're upset with me, huh?"
"Not at all. It took a lot of guts for you to come back home and even more to have kept the guy waiting while Griss and I could find you." he said lovingly
Jim drew her even closer to him and wrapped her in a tighter full body embrace. As her ear was pressed to his chest, Cyan could hear Jim's strong and steady heartbeat. It was like a well oiled machine, constant and thrumming.
"As for that lip lock with Sanders earlier"
"I'm so sorry about that, Jim..." she attempted
"Don't worry about it. I know it was just for show." he replied, placing his index finger under her chin and drawing her lips to his
That's when they kissed; in the women's room, door locked and the two of them pressed up against the wall, Jim putting his weight on her. As his right hand slid up her thigh and he raised her leg from behind her knee, she drew his face closer to hers to deepen their kiss. One hand braced up against the mirror in front of him, Jim thrust his pelvis forward and when Cyan groaned a low deep groan, Jim realized just how excited he had allowed himself to become. Reaching down with her good hand, she rubbed the length of his rock hard shaft and whispered.
"Well, Shabat Shalom." she said, looking down at her full hand
Making to undo his belt buckle, she fumbled with her one good hand and after a few good tugs it came undone. With her thumb and index finger, she deftly unbuttoned his jeans and as the zipper fell on it's own, they dropped to his feet in a pile of faded and worn cotton denim. Lifting her up and seating her on the edges of two sinks, Jim undid her jeans and shimmied her out of them. Grasping her firm buttocks with one hand and exposing his rather large manhood with the other, Jim sought approval in Cyan's eyes and as he gazed into her pools of blue/green, he had his answer.
Granted, when he thought of them making love for the first time, their location was about as far from the Crime Lab Women's bathroom as one could get. He had envisioned the two of them in front of a roaring fire in his living room with a bottle of wine and the smell of pine and all spice in the air. He didn't know why the smell of Christmas would be in the air, but, there it was, regardless.
Between heavy, oxygen hungry breaths, Cyan opened her eyes and stared into those of Jim. Right at this moment his eyes were a very dark shade of blue, but at the same time, very bright, almost like sunlight shining through a pane of stained glass in a church. Her head thrown back and her good hand on his waist, she pulled him closer to her centre just as he freed himself from his terribly restrictive boxer shorts. Looking down and seeing the proof of his amour, she gasped.
"Oh, my. What big...Ooooh,...Ahhhhh,...Sssssss." she attempted
Her words were cut off by the sensations she felt as Jim entered her right there on top of the sink. As her tightness surrounded him, Jim grasped her in both of his arms and hugged her to him, continuing to thrust forward with vigor. His face was buried in the crook of her neck and as he sucked at the tender flesh, he could taste a hint of iron. Opening his eyes and looking at his reflection in the mirror, Jim felt an odd sort of confidence. Here he was, in his early 50's making furious love to a woman not yet even out of her 20's. And the thing of it was, that she seemed to want him as badly as he wanted her, and this was a whole lot.
Turning themselves sideways, Jim whispered into Cyan's ear.
"Take a look, honey."
Opening her eyes and looking over at the mirror, she could see their reflections, and as much as seeing this had given Jim an ego boost of sorts, it made something within her click and as she gazed, she could feel it welling up from within her. Nibbling on his ear, she whispered to him.
"The benches or the table by the window?"
Taking a couple of seconds to weigh his options, Jim settled.
"The table." he hissed, walking the two of them into the locker room
He still cradled her in his strong grasp as he shuffled them over to the table by the window as quickly as he could. It had been quite some time since Jim had done anything like this, which is to say that the last several times he had been with a woman, there was a bed involved, but here with Cyan, he was feeling a bit bolder and a whole lot more physically capable, however, truth be told, his back was beginning to scream, so he was a bit relieved that she was willing to take over.
Backing up to the long grey table, Jim took notice of Cyan's physical cues and let her hold him in her hands, so to speak. The table was cold to the touch, but this, in no way, diminished the physical manifestations of his feelings for her. On his back, Jim looked over at the mirror behind the table and gazed at the reflection of he and Cyan in the throes of passion. She rode him like a horse, in every sense of the metaphor. Her hips gyrating and her head thrown back in ecstasy, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander to all the naughty places that she dared not go before now.
Reaching up with his hands, Jim cupped each breast and with his thumbs, rubbed the nipples until they were erect and hard. Leaning forward at his waist, he took one nipple between his teeth and lightly nibbled as he rubbed the other with his open palm. Sucking the nub between his lips and teeth again, he groaned a low groan that made Cyan open her eyes and look down at him.
"Having fun, are we?" she asked in a soft whisper
"Oh, boy, howdy." he replied
And with that, she kicked into overdrive and with every thrust of her hips, she buried Jim deeper and deeper within her, hitting that one, very special spot again and again. Her hands braced at either side of Jim's head, she dipped her head down to capture Jim's lips with hers and as their tongues probed each other's mouths, Jim reached up and held her face pressed to his. Her face held by one of his hands, he reached down with his free hand and held her centre to his.
As her pace quickened, Jim reached down and with his thumb, began to stroke her until she threw her head back and began to moan. Her groans got louder and louder and as Jim remembered where they were, he pulled her down on top of him, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Continuing to stroke as she thrust, Jim could feel himself nearing the edge and as he came closer and closer, his strokes became more and more frantic.
Jim's eyes were fixed on their reflections in the mirror and as he came, he saw spots in front of him; lots of tiny little white spots. Unable to bear it any longer, he closed his eyes and let his mind swim with all the thoughts and pleasures that he had been dreaming about since just after meeting this extraordinary young woman. Looking down and seeing the look on Jim's face, he looked like he was in some sort of pain, however, his groans and his actions were to the contrary. Finally, just after Jim, Cyan slammed her eyes shut and her head spun around and around as she strained to keep her focus on the strapping man between her legs. Opening his eyes, Jim whispered to her.
"Open your eyes, sweetheart. Look at us."
Turning her head and opening her eyes slightly, Cyan saw their bodies in the mirror and with her last ounce of concentration, she held their reflections in her mind's eye. Jim, being spent, held Cyan to him as the tail end of her orgasm ripped through her body, sending her into an almost full body shiver.
They lay there, on the table, still joined, for a few moments and just as they made to get up,
she hissed again. Not quite sure what was going on, Jim asked after her.
"What's the matter"
"Oooh, don't do that." she hissed as Jim shifted beneath her
"Damn, another one?" he asked
Not waiting for her to answer, he flipped her over onto her back and as he kissed her about the face and neck, he felt himself rising, once again. The one session was fairly incredible, in that he hadn't realized that he was in such good shape, but now that he was aroused again, and so soon after, he was less concerned with the duration, but more with making her climax again.
Braced above her and gazing down at her as she thrashed her head about, Jim smiled wide and dipped his head down, planting a big fat kiss right on her slightly swollen lips. Never before had she had an experience such as this. She had had orgasms that piggy backed themselves before, but never this close to one another. She had not even completely recovered from the first one and now that this second one was washing over her, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her tongue in an effort to remain quiet.
Moments later, as they were gathering their clothing and getting dressed, a knock came at the door. From the other side, Jim heard a voice.
"Come on you guys. I gotta pee and I'm not about to use the men's room. Do you have any idea how nasty it is in there?"
Taking a quick look over at Cyan, Jim grinned.
"I guess we took longer than I'd realized." he quipped
"Ok, Cath. Keep your pants on"
he shouted
Realizing the gravity of his words, Jim blushed. Hastily buckling his belt and helping Cyan with her bra and shirt, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead and smiled. Now completely dressed and done up as well as they could, Jim unlocked the door and ushered Cyan out in front of him. Not waiting for Jim to exit the lavatory, Catherine breezed by him and shut herself into one of the stalls at the end of the row.
Back in Grissom's office, Grissom, Nick, Sara and now Greg sat around talking amongst themselves.
As Jim and Cyan walked down the hall, Nick looked down at his watch, fished in his front jeans pocket, pulled something out and handed it to Sara, who was grinning from ear to ear. Turning quickly, she alerted Grissom et al to the two of them coming down the hall. As Jim and Cyan entered the office, everyone went out of their way to avoid eye contact and Greg even began whistling some random tune.
Jim and Cyan stood in the doorway and when Grissom finally looked up, his face was flushed and he had an odd sort of expression on his face. He looked down at his watch but said nothing as the two of them sat down on the small couch and just folded their hands in their laps. Sitting silent and not saying anything, Jim and Cyan lust looked from one person to the other, waiting for someone to say something. After a few very awkward moments of silence, Grissom looked over at Cyan and rubbed his neck just below his left ear. However, since she had no idea that she had a love bite and Jim was seated on her right side, she made no connection between Gil's motions and what he was trying to say.
Just then, Cyan's cell phone went off and as she patted her pockets in search of it she cursed under her breath. Finding it, she flipped it open and addressed the caller.
"Cyan, here."
The expression on her face changed from one of contentment to one of fear and horror within those few brief seconds that she was on the phone. She said nothing, save for her name, and dropped the phone. Picking it up, Jim held it to his ear as he mouthed his question to her. Saying nothing, but just staring at the phone wide eyed, she sat, frozen, as Jim addressed the caller.
"To whom am I speaking?" he asked
The caller said nothing and just hung up. Fortunately, Jim had the fortitude to check the caller ID and get the caller's number that way. He snatched a piece of scrap paper from Gil's desk and scribbled down a number. Handing the paper to Nick, Jim asked him to see if he could find the location of the number. As Nick disappeared down the hall, Grissom stood up and as he approached Cyan, he leaned in.
"You've got a bug bite right here." he said, gently stroking her neck with his index finger
Lightly touching her neck where Grissom had just rubbed, her skin was a bit sore, but in no way painful. Since she was wearing a t-shirt, she could not cover up the evidence of her and Jim's affection, so she wandered down to DNA and pulled a large band-aid from the cabinets above the sink on the wall. Looking in the mirror, she saw Jim come up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. Leaning her head back to rest on his shoulder, she chuckled.
"This is your fault, you know"
"Yeah, well, I didn't hear you complaining at the time." he replied
"No, I was to busy trying not to scream. That's the first time I've done that at work, you know?
Even though I don't work here anymore, I still feel guilty as hell." she explained
"Yeah, well, I do work here and I can just imagine the scuttlebutt." Jim said, affixing her band-aid
Turning her in his arms, Jim just hugged her as tight as he could and still breathe. After a few moments they separated and just in time, too, as Greg took that opportunity to come sashaying through the door. Catching the two in a semi-awkward moment, Greg just pretended like he didn't see anything and went on about his business.
In the A/V lab, Nick was running an inactive trace on the number that Jim had written down and just as Jim and Cyan walked in, he got his results. Looking over at them and grinned heavily.
"It was a pay phone over on Flamingo"
"Thanks, Nick." Jim replied
Back in the locker room, Catherine and Grissom were chatting away, and as Jim and Cyan came upon the doorway to the locker room, part of the conversation could be heard.
"They were in here for an hour, man. I can only imagine what they were doing." she said
"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea what they were doing." Grissom replied
"Ugh, Gil. I really don't want those kinds of images in my head right now, or ever, in fact" she stated
Smiling to themselves, Jim and Cyan made their presence known. As Jim cleared his throat, Grissom and Catherine looked up, their faces flushed. Holding her hand, Jim motioned to he and Cyan.
"Hey, we're gonna head home. I'm off tomorrow, so we'll see you in a couple of days"
"Ok, you two have fun and don't hurt yourselves." Grissom joked
In the car on the way home, Jim and Cyan had their hands joined at the fingers and as they drove through the brightly lit lights of Main Street, Cyan shifted her hand so that it was on his upper thigh. She could feel the tension of the denim of his jeans as they fought to contain his ever growing erection. She slowly separated their hands and rubbed his thigh in an almost absentminded manner, just rubbing circles with her finger tips. Working her way up his thigh and towards his crotch, she could tell that he was aroused again, so she unbuckled herself, leaned over, and looked up at Jim who was trying his best to concentrate on the road ahead of him.
Much to Cyan's pleasure, there was construction going on, so they were delayed by a lot. Glad that his windows were tinted, Jim just let his head fall back on the headrest and the lovely woman next to him unbuckled his belt from his jeans and unzipped his zipper, releasing his enormous erection. Before doing anything further, she looked up at him again and uttered one single word.
"Ready?"
And to this, Jim's reply was a very simple "Oooooh Yeeeeeah!" in deep throaty tones.
Taking him in one hand, she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft and cupped his scrotum with the other. As the sensations flowed through Jim, it was all he could do not to slam in to the car in front of him. He looked down at his lap and as her head bobbed up and down, he ran his strong hands through her hair, wrapping her curls around his fingers.
Just then, the traffic began to move and as Jim tried to negotiate his way through the construction area, he attempted to place his thoughts elsewhere. She was applying an immense amount of suction at this point and Jim was more or less seeing crosseyed as he felt the beginnings of his climax coming upon him. Grabbing the steering wheel and white-knuckling it, he called out as he came. Taking a few last good laps, she removed any and all traces of his ejaculation and gently tucked him back inside his jeans.
Sitting up and buckling herself back in, Cyan just grinned as Jim looked at her quizzically. Smiling back at him, she took his free hand and placed a small kiss on the back of it. Jim was in no way a stranger to having sexual relations in unconventional places, but he had never been given such attention while he was driving. For all his wanting, he was very glad that he was able to enjoy Cyan's attentions and not get into an accident at the same time. Gazing over at him, she noted the look of whimsy on his face right then.
"What's the matter, you never had a "Blow on the Go"?" she asked
"No, never. But I must say that I'm impressed by your enthusiasm these last few hours. If tonight was any indication, I think you're gonna land me in the hospital." he said, chuckling
"I would never knowingly endanger you, Cappie. You're a good man, and a good man should never go to waste." she replied
Jim just grinned and continued their drive home. As they pulled into the drive in front of his house, Jim leaned over and placed a kiss on Cyan's cheek. Unbuckling themselves, they hopped out and made their way up the front steps and as Jim fished through his pockets for his keys, Cyan bounced from one foot to the other.
"What's your problem?" Jim asked
"I gotta pee, man, Open up." she demanded
No sooner had the door opened, than she flew inside and made a bee line right for the master bathroom. It was 07:00hrs and as Jim slipped out of his jeans, shoes and shirt, Cyan was brushing her teeth and washing her face. By the time she had finished, Jim was going around to the alarms in the house turning them off. He had just shut off the one in the bedroom when she came out into the bedroom. She was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, and as Jim tried to control himself, he could feel the beginnings of another erection. Not since he was a teen-ager had he had so many erections in a 24 hour period, not that he was complaining, it was just that it was sort of awkward for him, as an adult, to have this sort of reaction to a woman. Even at Heather's Domain, he was never aroused in the same way as he was now. Heather, for all her femininity and propriety, was, for lack of a better term, just for shits and giggles. But Cyan was different, she was young and vibrant as well as polite and intellectual. But her charm and attraction lay within her heart and spirit, to which, Jim was very much attracted. She had a way of being dead serious and within the time span of an instant, she would turn around and tell one of the funniest, dirtiest jokes you'd ever heard.
As she crawled under the covers and sank into the warm folds of the cotton flannel sheets, Jim took care of his business in the bathroom. Having relieved himself and brushed his teeth, he came out and as he looked over at the young woman in his bed he smiled. In the few minutes that had passed while he was in the bathroom, she had fallen asleep. As Jim gazed at her sleeping form, he realized just how truly precious she was to him.