A/N: Okay, this chapter is going to mostly revolve around the Paul Millander situation. Yes, everyone will be involved, but it's mostly Greg, Kris, and Nick chasing leads while calling Grissom and Sara for their help. There'll be tidbits of YOBLING, but it's mostly GSR and Paul Millander… (Lovely combo don't you think?) The GSR and YOBLING comes in small servings through out the chapter…because I want to keep ya'll on edge:) But don't worry…it pays off in the end:)
Spoilers: same as in the last chapter…
Rating: IMPORTANT! The rating has been up'ed to R. If you look at the official rating on the book it has been changed from T to M for language, violence…and I'm predicting some sex…GEEK or YOBLING? You'll have to read and find out! There are mentions of it…and a hardcore sex scene…it's my first sex scene so be nice and please review if I was too hardcore, or did something wrong, or if I should just flat out quit it with the sex scenes.
Chapter 4: Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
December 8, 2004
LVPD Crime Lab
2:28 a.m.
"I love you!" Kris exclaimed to the computer screen.
"I didn't know you had that emotion." Nick said casually and Kris glared at him.
"I can love…I love torturing you." She responded Nick rolled his eyes and tossed a pen at her. She threw a marker back at him and Greg shook his head.
"You guys act like four year olds."
"No, I'm the four year old, Nick's just a baby." Kris replied in all seriousness.
"I am not!"
"Kris stop…" Greg began.
"Thank you Greg." Nick replied.
"…you'll upset the baby." He finished and Kris laughed and gave him a high five.
"Burn!" Kris yelled and Nick glared at them both.
"You're all against me."
Greg laughed, "Nah, I'm not against you, that was just too good a burn to pass up."
"I'm against you." Kris joked dryly and gave Nick a mock-smile.
"Where you always this unpleasant?"
Kris looked away a hurt expression on her face. "No. Just…" She looked back at Nick and smiled deviously. "Since I met you."
Greg laughed as Kris smiled, grabbed her papers, and walked out. Nick scowled and shot Greg a death glare. Greg stopped laughing but cracked a smile. "Okay, you gotta admit man, she's really witty." Greg asked and Nick shook his head, grabbed his papers, and walked out. "What? What'd I say?"
Nick walked down the hall and into the break room where Kris was sitting with her back to him, going over the case file and biting her nail. Nick stopped at the door, he had the case file for the case they were working on, and she had gone straight to the break room when she had left him and Greg.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead jadedly. Nick watched as she covered her face with her hand and sighed again. He frowned and walked into the room. She looked up and instantly and closed the file. Her features returned to normal and she looked at him with one eyebrow raised. "What?"
He stared at her a moment, then shook his head, "The prints on the corners of the papers…AFIS got a match."
"To Paul Millander." Nick nodded and sat across from her. "Why do you look like there's more you want to tell me?"
"Because there is."
"Well spit it out Stokes. Unless that wouldn't be fun for you…you knowing something and me not."
Nick scowled and slid the file to her. "After his third victim he escaped from prison,"
"Yeah…"
"Well, assuming that he made a pit stop here to mess with the evidence, he went home after that. He went home to see his mother. He ended up committing suicide."
"In a bath tub." She stated and pushed her hair from her eyes.
"Yep. Just like the victims."
"So wait, he killed all these men to seek revenge for his father's murder?"
"He was angry because it was ruled suicide." Nick informed her taking an apple from the fruit basket.
"So…why kill himself?"
"It wasn't so much revenge for his father, as peace of mind for himself."
"I'm sorry, but I just don't understand how killing innocent people with unfortunate birthdays, brings you peace of mind."
"Well…he thought he was seeking justice."
"By bringing death?"
"When you're hurt you don't always think clearly Anderson…he was confused."
Kris looked up at him and she clenched her jaw. "Are you justifying what he did?"
"No…I'm just explaining why he did what he did…not justifying it."
"It sure sounds like you are." She mumbled and looked through the case file.
"What's wrong with you?" He snapped.
"I just find it a little hypocritical that you would be so desperate to find justice for someone whose dead and was killed innocently by someone who was clearly not of sound mind, and then turn around and defend the man who killed him!"
"I'm not justifying him!"
"Whatever way you define it, Paul Millander killed three innocent men; to seek revenge for his father or peace of mind for himself it doesn't matter! Death cannot bring serenity or righteousness! It only brings more pain and grief to your life and those around you! Look what he submitted his poor mother to! And he ended up killing her too!"
Nick opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off. "And let me guess, you're going to say, 'he did it cause he loves her and wanted to put her out of her misery'! Well if he really cared, he wouldn't have caused her so much pain by murdering guiltless people and ignoring her for years! Suicide isn't retribution or impartiality…it's selfish!" She yelled and threw the case file on the table and stormed out of the break room.
Nick sighed and dragged his hand over his face. He looked up and out the window of the break room to see Greg standing in his lab, having witnessed it all. Greg sighed and held up his hand, signally for Nick to stay there. Greg took off in the direction Kris was headed. He found her in the locker room sitting on the bench, with her back to the door, and her head in her hands.
Greg sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. He walked towards her and tried to make some noise so he didn't startle her. "Kris…?"
"Yeah?" She grumbled and he sighed.
"You're not okay."
"Aren't you supposed to ask me that?"
"Yeah…but I knew you'd lie." She sighed and turned to face him, her head still in her hands. "Are you crying?"
"No." She lifted her head. "I have a migraine."
"Do you have any medicine for it?" She nodded and stood up to get it from her locker. "I'll get it." Greg stood and sat her back down on the bench. He saw the tiny orange prescription bottle and pulled it off the shelf and walked over to the water cooler and filled up a tiny paper cup for her. He read the bottle and poured two pills into her hand and handed her the cup.
"Thanks." She said quietly and took the medicine. She sighed and looked up at him.
"Why do you let Nick get to ya…I understand that you don't care much for him and I'm trying to understand that…but he didn't mean any harm in what he said. He's just…Nick always tries to make the world a better place. It's like he wants to be Superman. He always tries to be fair and do what's right…he's basically loyal, friendly, energetic, trustworthy, and everybody's best friend."
Kris chuckled. "You do realize you just described a dog don't ya?"
Greg thought about it and chuckled. "Well Nick didn't mean any harm or to offend you." Kris gave a look of disbelief and Greg rolled his eyes. "At least not with the case." Kris scoffed and Greg took her hand in his; getting desperate to shine a good light on Nick through Kris' stubborn eyes. "I know everyone's pressuring you to give Nick a chance, but that's only because he's great. I'm not sayin the two of you have to be best friends, hell you don't even have to be nice, but you two have to cooperate and keeping the fighting in the lab to a minimum. When Catherine get's back she and Warrick are going to be frazzled, and they can't have their stress, plus the case, plus your guys' fighting on top of it all. Catherine may be one hell of a strong woman, and Warrick is one of the most tolerant guys I know, but they aren't invincible."
Kris nodded and looked down. They had both just realized he was holding her hand. He blushed and dropped her hand. She chuckled and put her hand on his shoulder. "Thanks Greg." She gave him a bright smile and stood up from the bench. Greg half turned to watch her leave, and then turned back around and sighed.
Grissom/ Sidle Room
3:14 a.m.
Sara sighed and looked around. The room was dimly lit with candles from the power outage and the strawberries and champagne from the fridge were still sitting out on the blanket she and Grissom had laid out for their 'picnic'. She sat up on her bed and blinked, trying to focus from the blood rush she just experienced. She looked at Grissom on the floor, beginning to clean up the strawberries and champagne. She smiled and slid off the bed to help him. Grissom caught her hand and shook his head as he turned to look at her. "I've got this. Why don't you go change into something warmer and more comfortable?" He suggested.
Her brown eyes searched his blue ones and she nodded. She stood and bended over to grab her bag. Grissom looked over and stared as she did so. Sara turned to face him and saw him staring. She looked at him shocked, had he just been checking out her ass! Grissom looked up at her and gave a small crooked smile. Sara smiled in disbelief.
Grissom went back to cleaning and she walked to the bathroom. She stared at the floor in amazement at what had just happened. It wasn't the part of being checked out that shocked her…she got that a lot. It was the fact that Grissom was checking her out.
"That was…weird." She said laughing in shock.
Desert Palms
Waiting Room
3:16 a.m.
"That's weird." Catherine said and furred her brows.
"What is?" Warrick asked tiredly.
"She said Marissa and Alexis didn't give her the meds…but she was at Alexis' house all day, I don't take those, you don't take them…so she must have gotten them from Alexis' house…yet she denies it was Alexis." Catherine thought out loud. Warrick rubbed his eyes and looked at her.
"How is it weird? They're prescription. So they snuck them from the cabinet."
Catherine shook her head. "That's not the weird part…she must've gotten them from somewhere in the house."
"I still don't see how that's weird."
"Someone in the house gave them the drugs…Alexis only lives with her mom."
"Is it possible that Marissa brought them?"
Catherine shook her head. "I doubt it. Marissa lives in a tight household, her parent's would've noticed if some medications were missing, if they even have any. So, it had to have come from Alexis or her mother."
"Again Cat, that's not weird."
Catherine looked at Warrick. "You think it's normal for a mother to give her daughter's friends drugs?"
"No…but you're jumping the gun here Cat. Look, you're hungry, tired, and weary…"
"Warrick…either my daughter is suicidal and lying about it, or someone illegally gave her drugs and almost killed her. I'm not letting this go."
He sighed knowing that there was no stopping her. She stood and walked to the doctor that was approaching them. "Ms. Willows." He nodded.
"I'm going to need the tox screens and reports on my daughter."
"I'm sorry but I cannot release those to you. They're confidential and property of Desert Palms."
"They're needed for an investigation."
"Lindsey's still alive."
Catherine took in a breath. "Yes and thank God. Nevertheless, a crime was still committed." Catherine stated.
The doctor sighed and folded his hands in front of him. "Ms. Willows-"
"I'm LVPD CSI 3, running the nightshift for the time being, and a pissed off mother. You think I won't start a case against whoever did this to my baby? Try and stop me."
LVPD Crime Lab
Break Room
7:23 a.m.
"Coffee?"
"Try and stop me." Kris remarked and sat up on the couch. She swung her legs over the side and walked to the counter where Greg handed her a cup of coffee. She sipped the warm liquid gratefully and shivered. "I thought Vegas was supposed to be warm." She stated and pulled her brown, hoodie, pull over tighter around her body.
Greg chuckled and pulled the sleeves of his long shirt over his hands and shook his head. "You get used to it."
Kris scoffed and sipped at her coffee. Nick walked into the break room whistling. He looked at them and smiled "Hey gang." He replied cheerfully and went to the table to grab and apple. Greg and Kris looked at each other in shock.
"Did he just say hi to you?" Greg asked astounded.
"Did he say it cheerfully?" Kris asked flabbergasted.
"Why are you so happy Nick?" Greg asked as the two of them went and sat next to him on the couch and chair.
"Hey, maybe The Wizard Of Oz finally caved and gave him a brain." Kris supplied and Greg shook his head. Nick laughed also, stopping them in their merriment.
"Nick, don't get me wrong, it's great to see you happy and all…but you're freaking me out." Greg informed him a little shaken up.
"Seriously, why aren't you being mean to me?"
"I'm just in a good mood." He replied and munched on his apple.
"Stokes…" Kris said in a serious voice. "Drugs are bad…maybe you should lay off the Mary Jane, or Adam, or roofies or whatever the hell you're on." Kris joked. Nick just looked at her and smiled. "Okay come on! You just threw away a perfectly good insult!" She gasped. "Oh my god! Have you lost the ability to be mean?"
Greg rolled his eyes and looked at Nick. "Come on dude, what's up."
"Nothing…I'm just a little happy that all of our paperwork is done, we've solved every case but the one concerning Grissom and Ecklie's just decided not to fire Grissom!" Nick yelled in excitement.
"Yes!" Greg applauded.
"Alright! We should celebrate." Kris declared. They all nodded.
"Regular diner in an hour?" Greg asked and Nick and Kris nodded. "You know where it is Kris?"
Kris nodded. "Yeah, I think so."
Greg nodded and walked down the hall and into the DNA lab. Kris sighed and continued sipping her coffee. She looked up to see Nick flipping through the channels. She couldn't see the television from that angle so she reluctantly moved on the couch next to Nick. He looked at her blankly. She rolled her eyes. "I can't see the television from the chair, chill out."
"I didn't say anything." Nick replied and she looked at him tiredly.
"So you're gonna be nice like, the entire day?"
"For a while, yeah."
"Wanna tell me that secret now?"
"Hmm…nope."
"Yes! He's back!" Kris cheered and Nick shook his head while laughing. "Hey Stokes…" She said seriously, Nick turned to look at her. "Greg explained to me that uh…basically I was wrong in that argument earlier…I shouldn't have yelled at you. He mainly elucidated that I…" She paused. "I judged too quickly and…I'm sorry." She said and sighed. Nick looked at her and smiled smugly.
"That must've been really hard for you." He chuckled and she snatched the remote out of his hand. "So does this mean you're going to reconsider your opinion of me?"
"Don't push it." She said dryly and Nick chuckled.
Greg walked back into the room and sighed. "I tried to call Griss to tell him the good news but I couldn't get a hold of him…Sara either."
"Me neither man." Nick replied.
"I wonder why."
Grissom/Sidle Room
7:34 a.m.
Why God? Why? Why did she have to awaken from her blessed slumber? Sara hadn't remembered sleeping that well in…forever. She was at peace…relaxed…and satisfied. She felt the arm around her bare stomach tighten and pull her closer and she giggled despite herself. The arm hid hit a tickle spot. A growl was heard from behind her as a wild mouth devoured her neck with hungry kisses. The scratching of a beard tickled her neck.
She smiled and rolled over to see the man kissing her. She brought her hand to his cheek and let the beard tickle her palm. His hand came over hers and brought it to his lips. "Is this okay?" The deep voice asked.
She nodded. "I like to be kissed."
"No…" He scooted closer. "I mean this." He gestured between them. "Do you think we're crazy and insane and we rushed this?"
"Crazy? Probably. But not for this. Insane? Definitely, but again, not because of this. Rushed…hell no. I've waited…almost ten years for this…since the moment I met you." She replied and brought her had back to his cheek. "Are you having doubts?"
He sighed. "No…I just wanted to make sure we didn't make a mistake." He replied and kissed her nose.
"We didn't."
"I…" He began and Sara anxiously awaited what she knew he was going to say. "I love you Sara Sidle."
She smiled and a tear slipped down her cheek. "I love you too Gilbert Grissom."
He smiled and kissed her forehead as she snuggled back in his arms.
Local Diner
7:42 a.m.
The man kissed the woman's forehead and tightened his grip around her shoulders. The red head smiled happily and looked up to the man with dirty blonde hair dreamily. Kris watched them from a distance and felt a pang of jealousy go through her. A waiter walked by and cut Kris off from their vision.
Kris looked back at the two men at the table with her and she sighed. "Why don't you try calling Rick and Cath and see how they're doing." Kris suggested resting her chin in her palm.
Nick looked at Greg and shrugged. "It's worth a shot." The Texan drawled and whipped out his cell phone. He hit speed dial two and waited for an answer…there was none. He tried speed dial five…there was none. He sighed. "No answer with either of them."
"Jesus! Where is everyone?" Greg exclaimed.
Catherine's House
7:56 a.m.
"Where are you baby?" Warrick asked when he felt there was no body next to him on the mattress. They had made love twice before she fell asleep in his strong, supportive arms. He was confused as to why the woman in question had left his embrace.
He opened his eyes and saw the light in the master bathroom was on. He sat up and tried to peer in without actually getting out of bed. No such luck. Warrick pulled on his sweat pants and walked into the bathroom to see Catherine sitting on the floor in his shirt, reading Lindsey's file.
She didn't look up when Warrick approached her. She continued reading and biting her nail. "Did you know this is where I sat when I found out I was pregnant with Lindsey?" She chuckled dryly and looked at the ceiling. "I read the pregnancy and told Eddie…he was actually happy. He went and bought me flowers and Ben and Jerry's ice cream…he even put pickles in it. I was terrified. I sat on the floor and cried…that was where he found me. He asked me what was wrong and I said…I was scarred I was going to mess up. I was scarred I was going to mess up our baby. I knew I was going to do something wrong and…I'd ruin her for life."
Warrick looked down and sat next to her without touching her. He knew she didn't like to be touched when she was in this stage of her anger process.
"Did you know, there is one major event in every person's life that changes them forever? There are lots of events that do that, but one major one that starts the cycle…because life's a cycle…I thought we hit that brick in the road when Eddie died…she started slowly changing and hasn't stopped since. I had ignored the situation thinking that was the brick and we'd get over it…I was too blind to notice it was my ignoring her that did it, and that this was the brick we were waiting for."
Warrick looked at her as she stared at the tile floor and silent tears slipped down her cheeks. "I am a horrible mother." She said and sobs racked her body. Warrick took the crumpled woman into his arms and brought her onto his lap. She curled up in a ball and let his strong arms surround her.
He rubbed his hands up and down her back and he soothed her. "You're not a horrible mother…you did what you thought was right. You did the best you could and just like you said, you hit a brick in the road. It knocked you off your feet…but I know you. If you fall down you jump back up and start again at full speed."
She pulled her head off his chest and shook her head. "Rick…I don't think I'm strong enough this time. I can't get up by myself."
Warrick looked in her sea green eyes and brought his hands to her cheeks to brush away her tears with his thumbs. "You don't have to."
Local Diner
8:10 a.m.
"You don't have to keep calling them Kris…I don't think they're going to answer." Greg said and she sighed.
"No, I'm going to get a hold of them." Kris said stubbornly and Nick and Greg chuckled. Greg took her smaller hands in his larger ones and held them to the table as he took the phone out of them. "Hey!" She declared in protest.
"Give it a rest." Greg said chuckling.
She sighed. "You can let go of my hands now. I don't have my phone."
"Do you promise not to hit me?" Greg asked smiling. She looked at him guiltily and sighed as she made herself comfortable, getting the impression he wouldn't release her hands any time soon. "I'll let go of your hands when you promise you won't hit me."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Fine…I promise I won't hit you." Greg eyed her for a moment, then let her hands go. She rested them in her lap and sighed. She looked at her watch and frowned. "Shit…I gotta get goin." She said and laid down her portion of the meal and tip as she grabbed her coat and walked out of the diner. Nick and Greg watched her leave. Nick looked at Greg when he turned back around and smiled.
"Man, I wonder what Griss and Sara are up to." Nick began. Greggo shrugged and continued eating.
"Whoa, there was a perfect spot in there for a comment about Sara in hotel room…and you didn't use it to make some crude innuendo about her…are you feeling alright?"
Greg shrugged. "I'm fine. I just don't think of her like that anymore?"
Nick scoffed, "Since when?"
"I don't know…"
Nick shook his head. "Man, I never thought you'd get over Sara until you found someone else…" Nick looked at his plate as it hit him. "You like someone." Nick said smiling.
"No I don't."
"Greggo has a crush…and you like her like you like, or liked, Sara." Nick stated. "Man, I never thought you'd get over her."
"Well…I can't wait forever." Greg said and Nick laughed.
"Yes you could." Greg scowled. "You just gave up cause Griss."
"Nah…they aren't gonna happen. Cause she can't wait forever either."
"True…when is Grissom gonna open his eyes and see what's right in front of him? He's been draggin that poor girl along for so long…" Nick drawled and shook his head.
"Poor Sara." Greg said and shook his head.
Nick looked at him in amazement. "Dude, you said that without any hint of longing for Sara in your voice…you must really be over her." Greg shrugged again. "So who is she?"
"Who is who?"
"The girl who you have a crush on."
Greg chuckled and bit on his straw. "For an investigator, you're pretty slow on the up-take sometimes." Nick looked at him in confusion and then realization dawned on him. "You like Anderson!" Greg merely smirked and continued eating.
"Naw…not really."
"Yes huh." Nick teased. "Greggo has a crush on Anderson." Nick stopped to think about that and made a disgusted face, "Eeeeww." But smiled and went back to teasing him.
"Nah, not a crush. I just think she's hot. Besides, she isn't into me."
Nick chuckled, "You're probably right, she's a man hater."
"Nope, she's a 'you' hater." Greg joked and Nick shot the paper from his straw at him by blowing in the other end of the straw.
"Seriously, why Anderson…she's just…" He scrunched his nose. "Blech." He said sticking out his tongue as though he had tasted something nasty.
Greg laughed. "Yeah right. You were drooling all over her when she first came here! You only don't like her because she can't stand you." Greg teased.
"You're half right, that's what made me not like her at first…then I spent some time with her." Nick rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No way man."
"Whatever."
"Seriously…Anderson…come on man."
"Quit." Greg said and Nick sighed. He paused for about five seconds.
"Are you serious! Anderson? Kristina Ewe Anderson?" Nick asked and Greg gave him a PO'd look. Nick sighed. "So you're goin for her?"
"I don't know…probably."
Nick shook his head. "Good luck man."
Greg chuckled and stood up. He laid down his portion of the meal and tip and grabbed his coat. "See ya at work. Later Man."
"Later Greggo. And seriously, think about this!" Nick called and Greg waved his comment away as he walked out the door. Nick sighed. The thought of Greg and Anderson weirded him out…and slightly annoyed him for un-obvious reasons. Nick shook his head and laid down the rest of the money. "Poor Greggo." He said solemnly and walked out of the diner. He hoped he knew what he was getting himself into.
LVPD Crime Lab
Ecklie's Office
10:12 a.m.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Conrad." The Sheriff said as he stood over Ecklie's desk and watched the new official Lab Director spin in half circles, thoughtfully, in his chair. Ecklie nodded.
"I do."
"It's a big responsibility."
"I'm aware of that Sheriff. I believe I've proved I can handle it or I wouldn't be given this opportunity." Ecklie countered wittily and the Sheriff smiled.
"Don't screw this up Conrad." The Sheriff said as he walked out.
Ecklie sat in his chair and watched him go. He smiled and looked at the small metal plate that had his new title on it. First order of business…Nightshift.
He had already decided not to fire Grissom, he had known the Sheriff was on the prowl and considering him as new Lab Director, and firing Gil Grissom would've squelched his chances. He sighed and thought about what he could do next. Firing Grissom was out of the picture, he'd go down for it if the lab's reputation slipped. Willows was off limits because of her application as head of Days. He had received it this morning. She said she needed to be with her daughter for the time being and working Nights wasn't going to cut it.
The Sheriff always had a soft spot for the political woman and if Ecklie made a move against her the Sheriff would surely have it out for him. Sanders…wasn't that the quirky lab tech? Yes, he wanted to be in the field…Ecklie could make that impossible…they were doing fine without him in the field, they were almost number four in the country, so keeping him out of the field was a liable alternative. Stokes…he was the one who had slept with the hooker. The throwing it in his face thing was running thin. He had actually been on top f the game lately, never late, finished all of his cases, Grissom even recommended him for the promotion.
Though he despised Grissom he knew he had good taste in CSIs and their ability to work. However, he had developed a loathing of the new girl, Anderson…perhaps that was his trigger in the department. Stokes and Anderson were both targets. Anderson was new, didn't know much about Vegas, but on the downside, Nick was the only one who didn't welcome her. She had even managed to charm her way to Hodges good side…even though she had only said 'sorry' to him, she seemed to be on his good side. Anderson would be difficult…but she was a definite option.
Brown…he had the gambling addiction…that would be easy. Also, he was Grissom's favorite CSI. He would be an easy target of torture. That left Grissom's other favorite CSI…Sidle. She was easily upset, troubled, had a drinking problem, in counseling, and in love with her boss…she'd be the most fun. She'd be the one hurt the most if her friends were taken away. He wouldn't fire her…or could he? He'd have to have a good enough reason an apt evidence that she was a detriment to the lab and it's status.
Conrad Ecklie smiled and strummed his fingers together. Oh yes…this would be fun.
Grissom/Sidle Room
10:28 a.m.
"Come on Sara, it'll be fun!" Grissom replied excitedly as he slipped on his socks and pulled his pants down over them. He had suggested that they go and look around the hotel as they were still experiencing the power outage. Sara groaned and rolled over on the bed to face him. She threw her hand under her head and stretched them to the head board and relaxed her tired body.
"Can't we stay in bed?"
The thin white sheet was draped up to her chest and kept her modesty, but fell in the back all the way to an inch below the small of her back. Grissom looked at her from the end of the bed and he felt his heart soar. He crawled back up on the bed and straddled her as he crawled up her body.
The first piece of bare flesh that wasn't covered by the sheet was immediately attacked by Grissom's hungry lips. He sucked and bit and nibbled on the flesh as he worked his way up her spin, across the area above her breast and on her neck and shoulders. She shivered under his touch and she clenched her teeth together to keep from screaming his name simply from his kisses.
"How do you do that?" She growled in a throaty voice and Grissom gently laid his body against hers and wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body up to meet his. She moaned as he nipped at the sensitive area on the base of her neck and his tongue quickly darted out to lick it. She moaned and scratched her nails into the soft material of his shirt. She growled in protest of the shirt and Grissom laughed as his lips crashed into hers.
"Relax Honey." He said against her mouth. The affectionate name and soft growl he said it in sent Sara's sexual urges wild. She moaned and thrust her hips upward into his. Grissom bit her bottom lip, pulled, and sucked on it. He moaned and squeezed her hips roughly. He brought his head down and kissed her cleavage. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, encircling him with the sheet.
All ideas of any other plans gone, Grissom yanked off his socks and pulled his shirt off over his head. Sara relished in his bare chest and scratched her nails down it. She brought her mouth to his nipple and bit and sucked on it. Grissom moaned and bucked his hips. She let go and looked at him with hungry eyes. He saw her pupils dilate with passion and she smiled. He gave a crooked smile and yanked the sheet from her, exposing her naked body. "Gil…" She breathed. The use of his first name sent him over the edge.
He kissed her and dipped two fingers inside of her. He gently rocked them in and out and she moaned in pleasure. He dipped another one in and she threw her head back and let a deep throaty whimper escape her throat. Grissom pulled his fingers out of her and she bucked her hips in protest. He shoved them back inside and she cried out in gratification and dug her nails into the soft flesh of his back. "Gil!" She cried and rocked with him. "God!"
"Sshh." He whispered. "You have to be quiet baby."
The pet name sent her over the edge. "Gil…" She whimpered and he smiled at the affect he had on her. He took his fingers out of her and she pulled him to her and kissed him fiercely. She unwrapped her legs and her hands went to his jeans and unbuttoned them without breaking their contact. Grissom helped her shove them off and she reached into his boxers and retrieved his large member. She slowly wrapped her slim fingers around it and he gasped. She licked her lips and began to glide them up and down his shaft. He moaned and threw his head back.
"Sara." He growled and she crashed her lips into his and continued with her swift motions. His breathing was uneven, rapid, and cold on her hot, sweaty skin. She took her hand from him and kissed his chest. He shoved down his boxers and leaned above her.
Sara thanked her lucky stars that she was taking the pill, because it was so exhilarating to feel his bare member inside of her. He paused, but slowly brought himself inside her body. She wrapped her legs around him and rocked with him as they created a rhythm perfect for them. They started out slow but gradually he forced himself deeper and harder inside her. She moaned and gasped and called his name with each thrust.
When they were done he collapsed against her and they tried to catch their breath. Sara brought her hands to his hair and kissed his head as he nuzzled his face in her neck. He slowly rolled off of her and gently pulled himself out of her. She sighed and cuddled up next to him. Grissom pulled the thin sheet over them to keep them warm so that after their heat and passion subsided Sara wouldn't be cold. He brought his lips to her forehead and kissed her gently. Right now…there was no place he'd rather be.
The lights and heat came back on in the room and they both looked up in surprise. "Well…I guess the heat's back."
Las Vegas Animal Boarding
Front Office
11:16 a.m.
Kris walked into the heated building and pulled off her coat. "Hi Molly; I'm here to see D.D." She said smiling. The lady looked at her and gave a sad smile.
"Hi Kris, Um…we have to talk to you…D.D. is a small dog."
"Yeah I'm aware of that."
"Well, we're running out of room to board dogs and one of our regulars just came back."
"So…"
"So, since D.D. is the smallest one here, she'd be easier to take home…"
Kris furred her eyebrows then realized what she was saying. "Oh, no, no. I can't take D.D. home; I'm staying in a hotel until I can find an apartment and I'm gone most of the time. I can't give her the care she needs until I have a real place to stay."
The woman sighed. "I'm so sorry Kris, I truly am…if I could, I'd keep D.D. here and forget about the other ones but my boss is good friends with the Jacobs…it's their dog."
Kris sighed and rubbed her forehead tiredly. "Yeah, I know, there's nothing you can do." She sighed.
The lady walked to the back of the building where D.D. was staying in a small room with slightly larger dogs. They were all sleeping and D.D. was cuddled in between them all. Kris smiled and the lady handed her to Kris. The puppy was still sleeping as Kris held her like a newborn baby in her arms.
The lady smiled and replied; "Awww. The minute we get an opening you're the first person I'm calling…do I have your number?"
"No, I don't think so." She went to pull out her cell phone. "Oh Shit. Greg still has my phone."
Greg's Apartment
11:20 a.m.
"I still have Kris' phone…shit." Greg murmured as he got up from, his couch on which he had been sleeping to answer the ringing he had discovered wasn't his. He answered the phone tiredly. "Kris Anderson's phone, Greg speaking."
He heard a soft chuckle and smiled when he heard her voice. "Greg…you still have my phone."
He laughed, "I noticed that."
"I need it back."
"I kinda guessed that." He joked sneakily as he stood up off the couch and started slowly pacing the room as he talked to her.
"I'll come by your house and get it."
"You don't have to do that, I can come to you."
She chuckled. "You just wanna know where I'm staying."
Greg chuckled. "Why are you so secretive about that?"
She chuckled and changed the subject. "Where do you live?"
He smiled and gave her the directions. "I'll be waiting outside for you."
"Are you kidding? You'll freeze your ass off."
"Why are you so eager to see my apartment?"
She chuckled. "Don't flatter yourself; I'm trying to make this as easy for you as possible."
"Why?"
"Because I'm just nice like that…and I'm kinda curious about where you live."
"Oh so you can see where I live but I can't see where you live?"
"I'm not living anywhere." She corrected him and he rolled his eyes.
"Mere technicality."
She snorted. "I wanna see if you live in a Big Top ya clown."
He laughed. "I'll be waiting for you."
"Bye Greg." She said and he could practically hear her rolling her eyes and smiling.
He grinned. "Bye Kris." Greg turned off the phone and sat it down on his coffee table. He went into the kitchen and started making some coffee. If he knew Kris well enough, and he did, she'd want coffee. She and Sara drank so much coffee; it practically had its own food group on their food pyramids.
He heard a knock at the door and turned around confused. Could Kris be here already? He hit the 'brew' button on the coffee pot and went to answer the door. He opened it and saw the familiar figure of Nick Stokes in front of him. "Nick."
"Hey Greggo. You wanna do somethin. I'm bored outta my friggin mind. Rick's still with Cat and I'm not sure where they are or if Linds is allowed to have visitors yet…you wanna go shoot some pool or somethin?" He drawled and Greg scratched his neck nervously.
"I can't…sorry buddy."
"Oh, its okay."
Greg saw the disappointed look on his face that he was trying to hide and he felt bad. "Why don't ya hang out for a bit?" He suggested, doubting that Kris would be arriving anytime soon. Nick paused but nodded.
"Are you sure?"
Greg nodded hoping Kris would be a while. "Make yourself comfortable. You want some coffee? Its just about ready-" he was cut off by the shrill ringing of his phone. "Hang on." He disappeared into his room and Nick nodded. He took off his jacket and sat down on the couch. There was a knock on the door, and Nick looked at it, then towards the door where Greg had disappeared. Nick stood up and went to the door and opened it. He frowned when he saw who it was.
"Anderson?"
"Stokes? What are you doing here? Isn't this Greg's house?"
"I came to hang out. What are you doing here?"
"I came to get my phone."
Greg walked out of his room and saw Kris standing at the door and Nick looking at them confused. Greg smiled nervously. "Hey Kris."
"Hey…I need my phone. I gotta go." She said hurriedly. Greg sighed and picked it up off the table and handed it to her.
"Why don't you hang out?" Greg offered.
She shook her head. "I gotta go. I've got stuff to deal with."
"You don't have to leave because of me, I can go." Nick said flatly.
"Please, I'm not letting your presence intimidate me out of a room." She pulled the blanket from around her arms to reveal a baby silky terrier. It was barely a foot long and it was lying in her arms like a baby. "I saw the 'no animals' sign on the front of the building but I'm not leaving her in the car when it's freezing outside. Again, why the Hell is the desert so cold?"
Greg chuckled and walked towards her. "Screw the sign. Bring the cute little thing in here."
Kris walked into the apartment and despite himself, Nick followed eager to see the puppy. "What's her name?" Nick asked.
"D.D."
"Hey little girl." Greg said as if he was talking to a baby. Kris let the puppy out of the blanket and onto the soft couch. The puppy sat next to Kris with one ear up and the other one half flopped over, half up. The tiny hairs on the top of her head were pulled into a little pink bow. "How old is she?"
"About a month. She was born November 21st ." Kris said and watched as Greg carefully scooped up the little puppy and held her like a baby in his arms.
"No dog I have ever seen has ever lain like this."
Kris chuckled. "Well…she's unique." She reached out and rubbed the puppy's head and it turned to smell her and lick her hand. Nick looked at the dog in shock.
"Are her lips black?"
Greg tilted her to look. "Whoa…is she smirking at me?"
Kris chuckled. "No, I have no idea how she got those lips. Neither of her parents had them."
"Seriously it looks like she's smirking at me." Greg said floored.
"I haven't seen a dog with black, visible lips…and she's got a cute nose." Nick noticed and Kris smiled.
"Yep, she's my baby." Kris replied and the puppy looked at her at the sound of the familiar voice. Greg set her down and she sat in his lap like she had before. She looked at Nick and cocked her head to the side. He shifted his eyes between the two other bodies in the room. He was afraid the puppy would charge him…if she was anything like her own he had little doubt in his mind of the scenario not happening.
She looked at Nick and let out a tiny bark. Nick stood up. "Chill out Stokes…she's like a hundredth of your size."
"Relax Nick…try to pet her."
"She obviously doesn't like me."
"That's my smart girl." Kris said as she pet her puppy and kissed her head. Nick scowled and Kris smirked.
The puppy walked from Greg, to the end of the couch, as close to Nick as she could get. Nick sat there nervously. The puppy put out her tiny paw on Nick's knee, and gave a little, tiny, jump into Nick's lap. She walked up to his abdomen and cuddled into his stomach. Kris smiled and gave an 'awwww' despite herself. Nick brought his hands to the puppy and started petting her.
Greg chuckled. "Hey…she likes you."
"Yeah well, they say they're attracted to their own kind." Kris joked and Nick stuck his tongue out…big mistake. D.D. jumped up and licked it. Greg and Kris began laughing hysterically at the horrified look on Nick's face. He wiped his mouth and Kris handed him a piece of gum. D.D. braked in joy and continued licking Nick excitedly. Her little tail wagged in excitement as she licked Nick's lips, eyes, nose, ears, and every other space of his face. Kris took D.D. from Nick's hands and continued laughing. "Well…I guess she does like you."
Kris smirked and kissed D.D.'s head. Nick smiled and wiped off his face. "She's cute." Nick petted the top of her head and she licked his hand.
Kris chuckled. "Well I gotta get goin." She stood up and wrapped D.D. back in the blanket. "Do you guys no of any other Animal Boarding Schools besides Las Vegas Animal Boarding.
"Well there's a couple more but they aren't that nice. They're kind of dirty and they don't really let the animals outside of their cages." Greg informed her and Kris frowned.
"No, I'm not leavin her there."
"You can leave her here with me." Greg said.
"But you can't have animals."
Greg sighed. "So…she's so cute I don't care." Greg put his face to hers and she licked his nose. Kris chuckled at the two and sighed.
"I care. I don't want you getting kicked out of your apartment because of my dog." Kris cuddled the puppy more and kissed her head.
"What about my place?" Nick asked and they looked over at him half shocked half curious.
"Are you allowed animals?"
"I own it."
"Oh…well, if you want to, I mean, she's gotta be taken care of a certain way." Kris said and Nick nodded. "And um…" She paused and tried to not make a face. "I'll probably stop by and see her every other day."
Nick paused as much as he wasn't thrilled about having to be 'burdened with her presence' as she had so kindly put it, during and after work…the puppy was too cute to resist, and he didn't want her in a dirty old boarding place when he could keep her at his house. "Okay." He said tentatively and Kris eyed him, but nodded.
Greg tried his hardest not to laugh at the two before him. The so obviously couldn't stand each other, and now on top of having to constantly see each other at work, they'd see each other every other day after work. His only regret was that he wouldn't be able to see the awkwardness between them each day outside of work, where they didn't have to be nice…but he had a feeling he'd be hearing a lot about it.
IMPORTANT!
A/N: Again, please review about the sex scene. If ya'll liked it let me know and I'll put more in there. No reviews about it, no more sex scenes. And I know, I got tricky, both couples had sex…you just only read about one of them… :)In case you haven't noticed, the titles of the chapters has to do with the symbolism between the characters. For Example, this chapter was titled Out of the frying pan, into the fryer. As you may or may not know that means solving your way out of a bad situation, and landing yourself into an even worse situation.
Grissom and Sara made it past the tension and uncertainties that had encircled them for years and consummated the relationship. But it's a well known fact that having sex changes everything. So by getting past the uncertainty and sexual tension, they're working forward but getting into an even bigger mess. Don't freak out, that doesn't mean its going to end horribly or even at all…I promise through whatever, this will be a GSR book, even if the characters do break up.
Ecklie let Grissom off the hook without firing him, but is still planning on torturing him by hurting his team (not physically) but emotionally and psychologically. He's going to mess with their heads and make them turn on each other. Nick tried to bring Grissom the "good news" but couldn't reach them because they were having sex (in case you didn't catch that when reading). See, their 'sex' cycle of life (as Catherine mentioned) has already begun.
Same for Catherine and Warrick, they've been having sex and it hasn't affected their relationship yet because, let's face it, they're a strong and more resilient couple than Grissom and Sara. But they're also more dramatic. So the sex and drama will all pile on top of them along with the problems Ecklie will cause…throwing them into the 'sex' cycle of life.
Kris has found a place for her puppy to stay, but on the flip side, it's with Nick. Whom she can't stand. So they are going to be forced to butt heads and be around each other constantly…oh what a fun ride it'll be.
On a happier and less therapeutic note, if you've never seen a baby silky terrier, go to Google- Images, and type in baby silky terrier….they are soooo cute! Yes I own the puppy, D.D., I mean I actually own her. The dog in the book is my actual puppy…she's sitting on my lap as I'm typing this :) I love my baby girl :)
Alright…I think that's it… I'll update ASAP!
HANG IN THERE!
--Chella