A/N: Hmm...not much goin on...soooo, a message to the reviewers!
MootheQuackingCow:...XD...PS, I'm not sure if I ever told you this, but your name rocks so hard and kicks so much ass (pardon my French)
NicknGrisfan: Sorry to hear you're not a GSR fan, we have other couples goin though...a couple hidden couples (looks under desk for hidden couples) XD...and most of you think you're so smart and have it figured out...but ya don't...trust me... (wink)
odeepblue: Ahhh! Man, it seems like forever since I heard from you! Hmm, maybe that's because I haven't updated... (thinks about it and shrugs) my bad. Tee hee...you're on to me...
bioassy: Lol...well...that's a popular opinion among most, don't know how lucky y'all will be to have your wishes come true...XD, join the club though...I think they have cookies...;)
Also...sorry about the horrendously long update...life kinda got in the way. But, here's a nice LONG chapter for y'all! Enjoy!
Rating: Okay...M...for mature themes...and yes...I do mean sex! XD
Disclaimer: Okay, we're at Chapter 10 now...I think y'all have figured out that I don't own anyone...except for Kris, D.D., and Antares. But that's it...I don't even own the songs...nor do I have any affiliation with the people that do...but man, it would be so kick ass if I knew Jet!
Chapter 10: "You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows."
- Bob Dylan
Saturday December 17, 2004
Stokes/Anderson Residence
6:54 p.m.
A knock sounded at the door and Nick dragged his attention away from the game on the television to stare at the door for a few moments, before pausing the game and going to the door. He opened it to find Greg and Nick looked at him in surprise. "Greg...did we have plans?" Nick asked in confusion and Greg shook his head.
"Nah bro."
"Oh, come on in...where ya headed?"
"Kris and I are goin out to Club 911."
"What?" Nick asked a little confused as to why Kris would be going out...from what little he knew about her she hated dancing in public...why was she going to a club?
"Kris and I are going out for drinks."
Nick scoffed, "Good luck getting her out on the dance floor." Nick shook his head and chuckled at the situation as he walked over to his couch. "Have a seat man...Anderson! Your date's here!" Nick called from the couch and Greg winced at Nick's amplified voice.
"What!" She asked, and walked out wearing an ankle length, black cotton robe with lime green and purple pictures of Gir from Invader Zim on them. Her hair was thrown up in a pony tail and she looked like she had just woken up. She looked surprised when she saw Greg and she checked her watch. "You're early..."
"I was bored." Greg said shrugging and she smirked.
"I'll be ready in a little bit."
"Have you eaten?"
"...In how long? Twelve hours, twenty four hours, forty eight hours...?" Kris asked from behind her closed door.
Greg chuckled and shook his head. "I'm taking that its been a while...well then you need to hurry cause I'm takin you to dinner first." Greg replied and smiled when he heard the protest he knew was coming.
"No Greg. You don't need to, I'll be fine." She called from her room.
"Alright, you go ahead and drink like a fish on an empty stomach..." Greg called and chuckled triumphantly when he heard no protest. He looked over at Nick's sly, smiling face. The Texan broke out a chuckle and shook his head as Greg took a seat in the recliner next to the couch Nick was sitting on.
"What?" He asked feigning confusion.
Nick laughed and shook his head again; the wrinkles next to his eyes were more evident now. "C'mon Greggo..." He drawled. "You knew damn well Anderson wasn't gonna eat before ya'll left and that ya'll would have to go out to dinner." A grin from ear to ear spread across Nick's face as Greg ducked his head and smirked...not denying anything. "Smooth man...smooth."
Greg chucked a small pillow at Nick and chuckled. "Lay off man, after watching you woo the ladies for so many years some of your moves were bound to rub off on me." Greg joked and Nick laughed.
"Puh-leeze, my attempts at a woman are never that lame..."
"Hey..." Greg looked offended but then shrugged it off. "She said yes didn't she..." He gave a smug smile and Nick cringed at the idea of Kris on a date.
"Whatever dude...that's your own fault."
Greg rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah...you're just miserable because even the anti-social kid is goin out to play and you're sitting at home watching a re-run of a college basket ball game, eating a TV dinner."
"Oooh...good burn. However I'm not so thrilled with being labeled as 'the anti-social' one..." Kris said from the doorway leading to the hall. Greg looked over at her and smiled.
"Only 'cause it's true..." Nick mumbled and Kris shot him a glare.
Greg didn't reply...he was too busy taking in her appearance. It was neither flashy nor frumpy...she wore a simple pair of tight fitting jeans, an emerald and deep brown sequined top, and a pair of brown stiletto strappy sandals. Her red hair was pulled up and clipped on top of her head, with a few strands of bangs falling in her face. She slid into a jacket and picked up D.D. (who was sitting at her feet).
Anti-social or not...she cleaned up good.
Greg stood and straightened his black and navy blue pin stripe dress shirt left un-tucked from his jeans. He took a few steps towards her and D.D. jumped from Kris to Greg. Kris caught something the announcer said and turned to look at the television. "Who's playing?"
"Iowa and Michigan." Nick replied, not looking away from the screen.
"Who's winning?"
"Iowa." Nick briefed her and she nodded.
"You ready?" Greg asked and Kris smiled and nodded. She kissed D.D.'s head and handed her over to Nick. He sat the puppy on his lap and petted her head absently as he concentrated on the game.
Greg's hand found her elbow, as he escorted her out the door. Before Greg closed the door behind him Nick called out, "Don't forget protection!" And ducked to avoid whatever object Kris might throw at him. Luckily Greg closed the door and Nick chuckled and picked D.D. up to look at her. "They are gonna get wasted...twenty bucks says Anderson never makes it through the door." Nick gambled against the puppy who licked his nose in response. "Okay you're on."
Sidle Residence
8:04 p.m.
"Okay you're dead!" Sara declared and ran after Grissom, chasing him into her room. They had decided to go back to her place and Grissom offered to cook her dinner with her helping along the sidelines. Things had been going well until Sara had tried to actually help, and Grissom had ended up flinging a spoonful of butter on her. She 'accidentally' tossed some flour in his face, and he had 'tripped' and smashed two eggs together over her head.
Grissom ducked to the crawl under her bed, but she caught him in time. He lay sprawled out on her floor, being pinned down on his stomach by the slight weight of Sara's body. She removed one of her hands from his wrists, grabbed a clump of yoke from her hair and smeared it in his hair and on the back of his neck with an evil grin.
Grissom rolled over and pinned her to the floor, and rubbed his face against her chest, getting flour all over her black shirt. She laughed in mock horror and 'wrestled' with him, getting more butter, eggs, and flour on each other in the process. She wrapped her legs around his waist and jerked her hips sharply to the left, rolling them over so that she was once again pinning him down.
The butter had slid down her face and was now on her black tee and inside her shirt. She tore off her shirt, and bent her chest over his face, letting the butter drip on him. She smiled, knowing that she wasn't giving him much of a punishment and that what she was doing and leading up to would be suited for porno...but frankly she didn't give a damn!
Gil licked the glob of butter from the corner of his mouth and smiled deviously. "I never knew being a corpse could be so much fun." He joked and she smiled, closed her eyes, and let out a muted chuckle while shaking her head.
"You are the only man I know that with a woman's heaving chest only inches from his face dripping with butter, would talk about corpses."
Gil shrugged and lifted his head to lick the butter from her chest. His tongue started at the dip of her neck and trailed slowly down towards her bra, knowing very well that with the direction he was pushing the butter, it would trickle down her stomach and so on...
Sara shivered as his tongue slid over her chest, down her cleavage, and towards her naval. His tongue retracted from her silky skin and she whimpered and looked down at him half pleading, half curious as to why he had stopped. He gripped her hips tighter and slid her body up him further, giving him better access to her exposed and well defined torso and so that she was now sitting on his upper chest, almost on his neck.
When the butter reached its destination Grissom undid the button of her jeans and had her out of her pants in the blink of an eye. She gasped as his warm wet tongue made contact with her since cold skin yet again and he began planting soft kisses along her skin. She dug her fingers into his curly salt and pepper locks as his perfect lips reached the brim of her panties. She hissed in a breath as he stopped and let his lips linger over her most sensitive areas.
A whimper escaped from her throat and she waited on baited breath as he let his soft lips press against her crotch through the material of her panties. His tongue came out and gently wet her panties more so than they already were from her own juices, and his lick formed into a kiss. His thumbs played with the straps of her black silk thong and he slowly slid them down her long pale legs that seemed to go on for miles, exposing her lower body completely to him.
He pushed her legs apart and let his tongue dip into her heat. She sucked in a breath and tried to stay still as he did so, but the sensation of his beard across her inner thighs and against her oh so wet crotch was almost too much to bear. She moaned his name throatily and clung to his curls as if she could release all of her passion onto them. His tongue went further inside her, tasting and savoring in her wetness as he played little circles on her clitoris.
She arched back and gasped, throwing her hands to the bottom of the bed (being eye level with the mattress) and gripped it tightly as he worked under her. She hadn't ever really noticed how long and powerful his tongue was, not even when it had been in her mouth, making this experience was new and amazing to her. She gasped and squirmed above his chest, causing him to smile against her thigh. Loving the effect he was having on her, he moaned softly creating an orgasmic hum against her clit. She threw her head back and let his name echo loudly from her lips, not caring if any of her neighbors heard or not.
"G-Gil...I'm...I'm..." She was trying to warn him, and he knew it, but he didn't care. "I wa-...I want you...I want you in me...now."
Grissom smiled and slid up along the bed so that it was bracing his back as Sara wasted no time in releasing his bulging erection from the denim prison, revealing the black boxers underneath. She whipped them open as his cock sprang free he quickly filled her, eliciting an orgasmic moan from her. Sara's breathing was ragged as she rode him, grinding her pelvis into him as she rhythmically bounced up and down.
He grabbed her hips tightly and moved her faster, loving how she wanted to savor the feel of him, but needing for her to do it quicker. "Sara..." Her name escaped his throat in a half moan half growl, sending her completely over the edge.
"God yessss! Gil!" She exclaimed and he emptied himself within her. She collapsed against his chest, both of them extra sweaty from the extra layers of clothes barricading their normally naked bodies (at least for sex anyway XD). The butter had melted completely from the excess heat pouring from her body, and the flour and egg had clumped together on both of them, and as Sara looked at Grissom she laughed heartily. Grissom looked at her confused, then realizing at how ridiculous she looked in nothing but a bra, straddling his waist, covered in sweat, butter, flour, and egg. He laughed with her, both seeming insane but not caring.
After the laughter subsided Sara looked him in the eye passionately and a sly smile crept across her face. "We need a shower..."
Willows Residence
10:30 p.m.
"That was a fun shower." Catherine decided, stepping out of the tub with Warrick stepping out after her, both dripping wet...and soapy.
Warrick smiled and nodded. "Yes it was...despite the fact that we ran out of hot water." She smiled deviously and wrapped a towel around her wet body.
"At least it was for a good cause." She pointed out and Warrick laughed.
"Damn right...so now what? Do we rinse off in the sink?"
"I don't think we'll fit." She replied sarcastically and Warrick shot her a playful look. She chuckled and started splashing the cool water from the sink on her still soapy body. Warrick watched in appreciation as she did so, patiently waiting for his turn...and after that he'd rinse himself off too...
She spotted him watching her and a devious smile crept up on her lips, and she slowed her motions, taking more time than needed to caress the water onto her skin, then moving her hand away so he could watch the droplets of water trickle down between her perfectly round breasts.
Catherine watched in satisfaction as her propositions had the desired effect on him, fueling his fervor and making his pupils dilate in passion. He took a small step towards her and let his strong hands slip onto her wet skin, grasping her hips firmly from behind. A seductive smile shown in her reflection through the mirror, and Warrick's lips dipped to the crook of her neck, kissing it tenderly.
Though it had been a tender motion, he changed his pace in the blink of an eye and spun her around to kiss her passionately on the lips, smothering her in passion the cold water turned warm, and the fervency of their kisses began to steam the mirror...
Sunday December 18, 2004
Club 911
12:26 a.m.
"What's with all this steam! I mean damn!" Kris exclaimed, waving her hand in front of her face to clear the blasts of warm air from her face. Greg threw back the rest of his drink and laughed, his voice slurred by the multiple amounts of booze he had consumed.
"I think that's smoke Kris..." He laughed again as she looked around confused, and tried to analyze the mystery denizen in the air.
She waved her hand and shook her head, her red curls spraying across her shoulders as she smiled and sipped her second Cosmopolitan. "Eh, I'm too drunk to know or care." With that she set down her drink. "If I have anymore I'm gonna drink myself into a comma." She concluded and Greg laughed harder, practically falling out of his chair. She smirked at him, flailing in his seat, attracting the attention of several other patrons (most of who were drunk themselves). "And by the looks of it you have too."
She took his empty glass away from him and cleaned up the alcohol he had spilled. Just then a very drunken man walked up to Kris and sat in the empty chair in between her and Greg at the Northern most point of the circular table. "Hey sexy. Is that a mirror in your pocket...? Cause I can totally see myself in your pants."
Greg's head snapped up in the direction of the man and all signs of laughter disappeared from his drunken face. The comment didn't seem to faze Kris, and as she never took her eyes away from Greg as she sipped her Cosmo yet again and replied. "Is that a door over there? Cause I can totally see you walking through it."
The man scoffed and caressed her arm. "No need to be testy Sweetie." He slurred and she jerked her arm away from his touch.
"Now's not the time buddy. Just keep walking." Greg replied from across the table.
The man looked over at Greg and raised an eyebrow. "I ain't talkin to you string bean." The burly man noted and Greg glared. "So whad' ya say Sweet thang, how about a drink?"
"I've already got one, thanks." She answered dryly, still not looking at him.
"C'mon sexy, let's dance." He pulled her hand and she yanked it back.
"No thank you." She shook her head and tried to keep her temper in check, but this ass hole was making it really hard.
"C'mon, one dance...and then a little gymnastics after you're warmed up."
"Hey, she said no alright?" Greg objected from his seat.
"Well excuse me." He held his hands in mock-self defense. "Didn't know I upset the 'bar police'."
"Actually, we're just regular police officers. So how about I charge you with sexual harassment and six cases of scum bag?" Kris snapped, finally looking at the man who was annoying them both. He backed away and held up his hands in actual surrender.
"Sor-ry..." He murmured and walked off.
Greg looked at her and smiled. "We're not police officers..."
"Yeah, but he don't know that." She smirked and took one last sip of her Cosmo. "Yeah...I was done with this a while ago." She stated absently and Greg picked up his cheerful demeanor as if the arrogant man hadn't even interrupted them.
"Are you drunk?" He asked while chuckling and she flashed a brilliant smile.
"I think I'm hammered...and hungry."
"Me too. Hey Flow! We need two orders of French Fries!" Greg yelled, motioning to no one as Kris continued to laugh.
"Who the Hell is Flow?"
Greg stopped laughing and looked serious for a moment. "I don't know..." They shared a silent serious moment before Greg cracked a smile and they both cracked up laughing. "Why is everything funnier when you're drunk?" He asked and she shrugged.
"I thought everything was funnier when you were high..."
It was Greg's turn to shrug. "I wouldn't know."
Willows Residence
12:49 a.m.
"I don't know Cath..."
"I think it'd be good for her Rick. She needs to see someone." Catherine argued and Warrick sighed and shook his head as he continued to let his hands travel up and down the blonde's arms absently.
"Catherine, you saw how she reacted earlier. Maybe you should just let her deal with it-"
"She needs professional help Warrick. She can't handle this alone. She's just a little girl. I don't want her overloading like she did to cause this..." Catherine interrupted.
"Let me finish...you should give her a chance to deal with it on her own...just a short amount of time. Let her sort it. She can't answer a physiatrist's questions if she can't even answer her own...give her time." He repeated and Catherine sighed and rubbed her head.
"I'm just worried that she's going to get too stressed and she'll shut down."
"She won't Catherine..." Warrick reassured, bringing his girlfriend's forehead to his lips. "We won't let her."
Club 911
Outside Parking Lot
12:56 a.m.
"I am not letting you drive home...you're wasted!" Kris exclaimed.
"So...so are you..." Greg slurred, stumbling as he walked in circles trying to find his car.
"Yeah...we're both pretty shit faced." Kris decided, and Greg turned to look at her seriously. A lull of seriousness fell upon them before they both cracked up laughing. "Oh man! Remind me never to mix Cosmos with..." She stopped walking to think, not obtaining the ability to do both at the same time. "What else did I have?"
"Cosmos." Greg answered matter-of-factly.
"Oh right. Remind me never to mix Cosmos with Cosmos again." She suddenly realized what she had redundantly stated and doubled over laughing. Greg joined her for no apparent reason and gripped his stomach as he laughed.
So there they were...two drunken idiots that had veered away from the parking lot and were now stumbling down the strip, looking for their cars.
"I said one, two, three, take my hand and come with me. Cause you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine! Ow!" Kris sang the lyrics to Jet's Are You Gonna Be My Girl, in a drunkenly off-key voice. "Ba dun a nun a nun na na..." She slurred out the base line as Greg joined in and they sang in intoxicated unison.
"Big black boots! Long brown hair! She's so sweet with her, get back stare! I could take, you home with me, but you were with another man! Yeah! I know we ain't got, much to say, before I let you get away!" They paused dramatically and stopped walking. "I said are you gonna be my girl?" They ended and cracked up laughing.
"Yow! I said are you gonna be my girl!" Kris added, pausing to play the air drums before they continued on. People watched them in amusement as they stumbled down the Strip, arm-in-arm, singing lyrics to random songs.
"Man...where is my car!" Greg exclaimed in exasperation.
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable? So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle! You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here. This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear. You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone. Not fit to fuckin' tread the ground that I'm walking on!" Kris sang and Greg jumped in for the chorus, finally realizing the song as Maroon 5's Harder to Breathe.
"When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love, you'll understand what I mean when I say; there's no way we're gonna give up!
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams! Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head. You should know better you never listened to a word I said! Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat. Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did!"
"Whoa...wait...didn't I drive?" Kris asked, neither of them realizing that neither had driven, they had in fact taken a cab.
"Oh yeah..." Greg laughed.
Kris sighed and shook her head, still struggling to keep her balance as she walked, leaning on Greg for support. "I don't know anymore songs..."
"What was the one we were dancing to in the club?"
"Uh...I don't remember...we danced to a lot."
"Technically we grinded to a lot." Greg bragged and she rolled her eyes.
"I swear Greg; take that with you to the grave." She threatened and Greg pouted.
"Aw man...what's the point in dancin with ya if I can't brag about it...?" Greg asked and she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, nice way to make me feel cheap Greggo."
"Oops...sorry."
"Eh, it's chill. I'm just bustin your chops." She replied and Greg laughed.
"'Cause I've got friends in low places. Where the whiskey drowns, and the beer chases my blues away. And I'll be okay. I'm not big on social graces. Think I'll slip on down to the oasis. Oh, I've got friends in low places!" Greg sang and Kris looked at him oddly.
"I didn't know you listen to Country." Kris stated and Greg shook his head.
"I don't...Nick was singing it once in the lab...'Cause I've got friends in low places. Where the whiskey drowns, and the beer chases my blues away. And I'll be okay. I'm not big on social graces. Think I'll slip on down to the oasis. Oh, I've got friends in low places!" He repeated, not knowing anything else besides the chorus.
"I got friends...they are in low places...oh oh yeah..." Kris joked around, pretending like she was a rock star, adding in lyrics as she sang. "I'm not big on...social graces...yeah, I think I'll slip on down...to the-" Her singing was cut off as she stumbled and Greg helped her back up, making their eyes lock. She was still drunkenly humming the song as Greg's eyes flashed to her lips, and he slowly leaned in and kissed her.
She stood there for a moment, before gradually kissing him back, as his hands slid up her back and brought her closer to him. They broke apart and Kris pecked him quickly on the lips again and grinned.
They turned and continued on their journey to find the car they would never locate unless they went back to their houses. They walked in silence before Kris broke out singing the chorus of Garth Brooks' Friends In Low Places again. "Oh I got friends in low places. Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away. And I'll be okay...I'm not big on social gazes..."
"It's 'graces'. 'I'm not big on social graces'." Greg sang, correcting her error. She furred her brows and tried out the new lyric.
"I'm not big on social graces...?"
"Graces..."
"Graces. That's what I said." She replied and Greg shrugged.
"Oh! Think I'll slip on down to the oasis...!"
"O-oasis!" Kris added, regaining the rock star composure.
"Yay oasis!"
"I like oasis's..."
"Yeah...too bad we live in a desert."
"Wait; don't we live in Sin City?" Kris asked.
"I don't know..."
Sidle Residence
2:30 a.m.
"You would know..."
"Any CSI would know."
"But only you would say it."
"Well it's true; this movie is completely unrealistic..."
Sara laughed and shook her head. "What happened to the sensual, heartfelt Gil that was here a few minutes ago...?"
Grissom smiled deviously and gripped her tighter. "You made him disappear with your shower antics." He growled and devoured her neck greedily. She laughed and pushed him off of her.
"Geez Gil...calm down..." She giggled and he smiled into the soft, porcelain skin of her neck.
"No..." He moaned and rolled her over so that she was facing him and on her back. She giggled in a very un-Sara way and kissed him passionately. A knock on her door, followed by a series of laughter interrupted their make out session and Grissom looked at Sara curiously. She shrugged and pushed him off of her, and motion for him to hide. He did so, and once he was hidden, Sara opened her door, letting a very drunken Kris and Greg fall (literally) into her apartment.
Kris moaned in pain and pushed Greg off of her. "See, I told you this wasn't either of our houses...damn taxi driver got us lost."
"Shit...so where do I live?" He slurred and she laughed.
"I don't know."
"Uh...hey guys." Sara greeted and both looked up at her confused.
"Sara...? What are you doing in my house?" Greg asked and Kris slapped him. "Ow! That hurt!"
"Sorry, I meant to tickle you." She replied sarcastically. "What do you mean what is she doing in your house...this is my house." Kris corrected and Sara pursed her lips and giggled in the way that drove men crazy.
"You two are completely wasted." She observed and Greg looked offended.
"I am not..." Greg denied.
"Yeah...I'm not drunk...I'm just highly intoxicated." Kris replied and Sara rolled her eyes and helped them stand up. Greg stumbled and fell over and leaned on Kris for support.
"I don't think I've ever told you this Kris...but you're hot." He slurred and looked over to Sara and grinned. "You are too Sara...geez, I'm in a house...all alone...with two gorgeous women...what am I gonna do?" He asked innocently and Kris shrugged him off of her.
"I wanna go home...I miss D.D." Kris whined and Sara laughed.
"Do you know where you live?" Sara asked.
"Yes...I live in a house." Kris answered and Sara laughed.
Greg chuckled. "Don't you live in a barn?" Greg asked and Kris shook her head.
"Nah...that's where Ecklie lives...with the pigs..."
"BURN!" Greg yelled drunkenly.
"I thought you were gonna say that's where Nick lived..." Sara informed her and Kris shrugged.
"I can't...I live with him now...that's insulting myself..."
"Yeah...Nick actually has a nice house...I like the pretty green color..." Greg added.
"I like the blues..."
"My favorite color is green..."
"Really?" Kris asked surprised. "I figured it'd be something crazy...like fuchsia...or neon yellow."
The two continued to ramble on drunkenly and Sara rolled her eyes.
"Hey...Grissom is here!" Kris cheered and Greg dropped his jaw. Sara gaped at him in horror.
"Oh no! We're gonna get fired for being drunk at work!" Greg exclaimed in terror.
"No, we're not...cause he came to our house...we're allowed to be drunk at our house..." Kris reasoned unreasonably.
"I thought we were at his house..." Greg replied and Sara rolled her eyes, all fear of them knowing Grissom was at her house late at night disappeared...they couldn't even remember whose house they were at.
"Okay you guys, as much as I enjoyed this...you have to go home."
"But I am home...get out of my house Sara." Greg replied and Sara rolled her eyes. She jotted down their addresses on it and handed it to them.
"Give this to the taxi driver and tell him to take you there...hopefully you'll go into the right houses..." She mumbled and ushered them out of her door.
"I like this hallway." Greg noted.
"Yeah...it's a nice hallway...I wish my name was Andy."
"Why?"
"Cause then I'd be Andy Anderson...isn't that cool...?"
"Yeah...I wanna be Sandy...Sandy Sanders."
Kris laughed. "Sandy is a girl's name Greg! Are you gay...?"
"No!" Greg denied and Sara laughed as she shut her door. Those two would have one serious hangover tomorrow...
Sidle Residence
6:25 a.m.
"Is it tomorrow yet?" Sara mumbled snuggling into the strong body next to her. Grissom sighed and kissed the top of her head softly.
"It was tomorrow yesterday Sweetheart...its today right now." Grissom pointed and Sara couldn't help but smile.
"So comes the response of a scientist..."
"Well...it is." Grissom replied and Sara chuckled and picked her head up off his chest to peck him on the lips.
"Good morning Gil."
"Good morning Sara." She grinned widely and Grissom smiled and furred his brows. "What...?"
"I love it when you say 'good morning Sara'...it reminds me you're here and this is real...wow that sounded cheesy." She commented and Grissom laughed.
"I love it when you say 'Good morning Gil'. You should call me Gil more often..."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, we'll see how that fly's at work."
Grissom shrugged. "Catherine calls me Gil."
"Yeah...but she's Catherine." Sara pointed out and Grissom nodded.
"Yeah...she can pretty much get away with just about anything."
"Oh the privileges of being Catherine." Sara replied sarcastically and Grissom chuckled.
Willows Residence
7:18 a.m.
"That's a privilege Lindsey, not a right." Catherine argued firmly.
"Oh! So I guess you'll just take away my computer and television and radio and leave me in here to rot in this Hell!" Lindsey exclaimed and Catherine shook her head.
"I just might have to if you keep treating your nurse like this..."
"I don't give a damn about the nurse! Why does she even have to be here! I can take care of myself!"
Catherine frowned. "Watch your tone and your language Lindsey. And yes, you do need someone's help. I'm not going to be here all the time; you need someone here to help you do some things for you. Jesus, with the way you treat everyone you think you'd be happy to have your own personal slave!"
"Yeah, well, I think that trait's genetic." Lindsey quipped and Catherine took in a deep breath to keep from yelling at her daughter.
"Lindsey, quit disrespecting the nurse, or-"
"Or what? You'll actually start acting like a mother!" Lindsey screamed, causing Catherine to recoil.
"...I am acting like a mother Lindsey."
"No! You're acting like a guardian! A mother is someone who gives a shit about you and your life! And doesn't blow you off for work and the first good lay she's had in a while! Grandma was right! You are wasting your time with that God damn job because you're never going anywhere with it! So drop the 'I'm a concerned mother' act and just fuck off!" Lindsey ordered while turning away from her mother.
Catherine stood there in silent shock as she gaped at her daughter. She slowly backed out of the room and closed the door of her daughter. Warrick frowned in the hallway, having heard every word. He extended a hand to her shoulder but she flinched away and tore off to her bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. Warrick winced and sighed as he hung his head.
He wanted to console both women, but knowing they needed to cool off, he simply turned around and went to go sit down in the living room. "It's too early for this..." He muttered and grabbed a bottle of Sam Adams and sat back down on the couch. What Lindsey had said was partially right...especially about the part of Catherine spending a lot of time with Warrick instead of with her. The gorgeous African American man suspected that was one of the motives of Lindsey's attempted suicide, if it could even be called that.
Lindsey was on a spiral staircase to her own personal Hell, getting engulfed in the fiery flames each passing day. Catherine was right...she needed to talk to someone...but Lindsey was right also...she didn't need to be psychoanalyzed.
So...how can both females be right, and what is the solution to fit everyone's needs...? Warrick thought and took a long swig of the beer. He sighed and looked towards the hallway, containing both doors to the rooms. He sighed again.
"It's gonna be a long morning..."
Sanders Residence
7:42 a.m.
"Ugh...that was the longest night of my life..." Kris grumbled and sat up in her bed. Wait! Not her bed...someone else's bed. "Oh my God..."
She felt an arm snake around her waist and she gulped and closed her eyes. "Kris..." came the murmured voice next to her.
"Oh shit...Greg." She answered her own internal question.
"What time is it?" He asked, sitting up and she looked at him worriedly. He noticed her pale pallor and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Kris, are you alright?"
"Do you remember what happened last night?"
Greg moaned and rubbed his eyes. "Nothing much...we got shit faced...I think we danced...we sang..."
"Where?"
"Um...there were a lot of lights...and people..."
"Was it on a stage?"
"Maybe...we drank...a lot...and I think we ran into Sara."
"At the bar?"
"I think so...maybe it was someone who looked like Sara. We were pretty hammered."
Kris shook her head and groaned. "Did anything happen after we..." She paused and looked up nervously. "We kissed...didn't we?"
Greg thought back, and then nodded. "I think I technically kissed you..."
"Did we...?"
Greg shook his head vehemently. "No...I would have remembered that. Plus, we're still dressed."
"You don't have to be naked to have sex."
"I don't think we did." Greg replied and she sighed.
"Well...do you still have that kit that Grissom issued you a while ago?"
Greg rolled his eyes. "You mean from my one day in the field? Yeah." He went to his closet and pulled the kit from out of it. She walked over and pulled out the ALS. "Kris...you've got to be kidding me..."
She didn't answer as she pulled out the two pairs of hideously orange goggles. She motioned for him to turn out the lights and she clicked on the alternative light source and shined it on the bed. She checked it thoroughly, and ten minutes later, both sighed in relief when they found nothing.
"Whew...that was close." Kris noted and Greg nodded.
"Yeah...I mean no offense to you, cause you're hot, but I wouldn't want to have done that before a first date."
Kris stiffened. Whoa...does that mean there's gonna be a first date?
"Um Greg...about that-"
She was cut off by both of their pagers ringing, and she sighed. "Grissom...DB in Henderson." Kris informed him, looking at the page he had sent her.
"I've got a lab tech!" He exclaimed excitedly. "Yes!" He cheered and smiled widely.
"Um...I gotta go, but um...can we talk later?"
"Sure." An oblivious Greg nodded. Kris forced a smile and quickly headed out of the house.
Oh God...did I lead him on...shit...I...wait, it's Greg...Greg's not so bad. Greg will understand. I'll just explain how I think it's a bad idea to date someone from work. No offense to Warrick and Catherine. He'll understand that it was just a get-together as friends...
She reassured herself as she pulled out her cell phone and called for a taxi. "God I hope so..."
CSI Crime Lab
Break Room
9:01 a.m.
"I hope Kris gets here soon...we need someone now." Sara noted, at that moment Kris ran into the room panting heavily, as if she had just run a marathon.
"Shit, sorry I'm late. I over slept." Kris lied and sighed. She knew they wouldn't buy that...she hadn't even had time to change out of her 'party clothes'. Sara smirked knowingly and looked Kris slowly up and down, scrutinizing the sequined top and stiletto heels.
"Bad hangover?" She asked and Kris looked up at her shocked.
"So we did see you last night..."
Sara's face took on a panicked look at the thought of them remembering. "Uh..."
"At the club?" Kris asked and Sara nodded. "Greg and I ran into you at the club right?"
"Yeah." Sara lied, relieved and Kris nodded.
"Thank Goodness you're safe Anderson. I was worried when you didn't make it home last night." Nick replied dryly, knowing he'd just thrown her into a whole new whirl pool of questions.
"You never went home...?" Grissom asked.
"Where'd you stay?" Sara asked, barely able to contain the smirk on her face. Kris shot Nick a death glare and he chuckled, knowing he was going to be in for a serious ass kicking when she got a hold of him.
"Does it matter?" Kris countered, trying to avoid the question and unspoken accusation.
"No, it doesn't. Come on people, the bodies are waiting. Kris and Nick, you two have the 419 in Henderson, Rick's working solo on a 406 in Summerlin, and Sara and I have a 401-A on the strip." He informed them. "Alright...disperse."
Kris groaned as she walked out of the office, assignment slip in hand. Nick chuckled and grabbed the paper from her and began to walk down the hall. "Hey!" She objected but he ignored her and waved the paper.
"You don't have a car. I need to know where I'm drivin." He drawled and she rolled her eyes.
"Let's get a few things straight Stokes," She began, turning his arm sharply so that he had to face her. "You make one more word about Greg and I last night I'll kick your ass so hard your Mama won't even be able to identify you. Got it? I didn't appreciate that little remark back there."
"Yeah, I figured you wouldn't." He said grinning.
She glared. "Yeah well, keep your little smart ass comments to yourself, no one cares how jealous you are that even I got a date and you haven't been on one in ages..."
Nick glared. "Whatever." He grumbled and walked off, leaving a triumphant Kris tagging along behind him. As long as he was miserable along with her, she didn't mind being stuck with him all day in a pair of shoes that she still hadn't quite broken in yet. "At least I didn't settle."
Kris glared. "I didn't settle! I can't believe you'd talk about Greg as if he was something to 'settle' for."
"I wasn't referring to Greg..."
She glared when she caught on to his insinuation. "Fuck you Stokes."
"You wish."
"You'd be lucky."
Blake Residence
Henderson, NV
11:16 a.m.
"I was so lucky to have a friend like Julie...she was my life...I just can't believe she's gone." The blonde whimpered and ran a set of five manicured finger nails rubbing along her scalp. She adjusted her footing and looked to her right and sadly shook her head.
"Did you happen to touch the body when you found her?" Kris questioned impassively, jotting down notes as she did so.
"No, God no. There was too much blood...truth be told I am a little squeamish." She admitted.
"Did you hear any noises coming from Julie's room last night Mrs. Blake?" Nick asked the young, attractive blonde. It was the first time Jessica Blake had a real reason to look at Nick, and she sized him up as she answered.
"It's Ms. Blake...and no...sorry." She apologized, flashing Nick a soft smile. "I went to bed around eleven and slept soundly through the night, Mr. Stokes." She flashed him another smile and Nick smiled back.
Kris rose an eyebrow and looked between Nick and the woman confused. "Uh, Ms. Blake, was Julie seeing anybody? Any close friends? Any enemies?"
Jessica Blake shook her head, her blonde hair swaying as she did so. "No...Julie and I just moved here...we don't know anyone." She said pointedly to Nick, even though Kris had asked the question. Kris looked over at Nick as if she was missing something about him, and then raised her brow once again at Jessica.
"Alright, thank you Ms. Blake." She said, interrupting the 'stare fest' going on between Nick and Jessica. Kris stood and turned to go to the hallway and around the body that the coroner was loading onto a gurney to ascend the stairs to where the yellow crime scene tape blocked the top of the stairs. She heard Nick follow a few steps behind her, shining his flashlight along the rail and bending down to examine it from a different angle, trying to get perspective of the fingerprints that were naked to the invisible eye.
"Blood drops." Nick stated absently as he pulled out a swab and collected a sample of the blood.
"Blood spatter." Kris countered, gesturing to the wall. "High velocity spray suggests that the Vic was standing up when she was attacked..."
"I thought the vic was shot? That's a throat-slash BSP..." Nick replied and she shrugged.
"Maybe...she was walking down the stairs, heard a noise and stopped..." She did a quick imitation of what Julie Blake might have been doing, stopping about halfway down the first set of stairs and holding her hands up in front of herself for a moment before dropping them to her sides. "Then the killer came up behind her and slashed her throat, she spun from the sharp force and tumbled down the rest of the stairs..." She furred her brows and thought about the theory for a moment. "Which would mean that the killer came from upstairs...?"
Kris and Nick slowly looked towards the bottom of the stairs and into the living room where Jessica Blake was seated, talking to an officer while trying not to break down. Nick turned back around and saw the insinuating look on Kris' face. "No." He objected automatically.
She smirked and shrugged. "Sorry to tell ya Stokes, but your girlfriend is lookin pretty suspicious..." She replied while walking down the rest of the stairs to the landing.
"She's not my girlfriend and we don't know that she did it."
Kris scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Please Stokes, the first thing we learn as a CSI is that the first to the scene is suspect number one." Kris justified and crouched down to the blood pool on the landing that was dripping slowly onto the stairs below.
"True, but the killer could have come up behind her from the bottom of the stairs, up."
Kris raised her brow. "Yes, because everyone walks down the stairs backwards."
Nick shot her a bemused looked and walked up the stairs to where she had begun her walk through of the crime. "No, like you said, she could have heard a noise, but instead of simply stopping...she turns around giving the killer a chance to sneak up on her, slash her throat from behind, then send her toppling down the stairs."
"She would have taken the killer down with her."
"He could have moved out of the way..."
Kris sighed and shook her head. "There was no signs of forced entry anywhere on the first floor...how would he/she have gotten in?"
"They could have been a friend of the vic or Ms. Blake's."
"Ms. Blake already testified that they are new to town and don't know anyone."
Nick sighed. "Alright...so maybe the killer did come from upstairs and snuck up on her...are there any signs of forced entry upstairs?"
"I don't know." Kris turned to go up the stairs and check the bed rooms. About ten minutes later she re-appeared and sighed. "Nope."
"So how'd the guy get in?"
A/N: Alright, let's first say, 'YAY FOR GEEK SEX!' and... 'YAY FOR YOBLING SEX!' don't forget... 'YAY FOR A NEW AND DOWNRIGHT INTERESTING SEASON OF CSI!' Alright, now that some of our characters have gotten laid, let's dive into the break-down analysis of the couples...
Geeklove: Ahhh, the infamous Geeklove. Yay Geeklove! So, they were almost caught...just how much longer can this stealthy couple keep their relationship under wraps? Keep reading to find out...and tee hee, sex scene...my friend beta'd this chapter for me 'cause I couldn't get ahold of my other one, but anyway, she told me that even though she had just taken a shower...she felt the need to take one again after reading the scene...hmm...was it really that good? Reveiw and let me know! ( --subliminal message)
YOBLING: I think they're not going to be one of my main couples...(thinks and shakes head) Nah, Sorry Yobling-ers, but I'm gonna have to say that Kris and her boyfriends as well as Grissom/Sara will be my main couples...Don't worry, calm down, take a breath, there will still be YOBLING (rolls eyes) I don't think I can write a book without adding Warrick/Catherine sexual tension...but it won't be one of the main ones...
Kegger (lol, that's my name for Greg and Kris...): Alright, so, how will this all work out? Will Kris and Greg talk? How will Greg take it? Will Greg get the girl, or can Kris withstand the temptations of Greg's "charms"...? Yeah, these two will be fun to mess with... (evil smile)
Nick/Kris: ...so they hate each other...what else is new?
Alright, so drop me a line; let me know what ya think...
-Futuremisscsi60