Chapter Twelve
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimer et al see first chapter.
Prompts from SillyforBilly52: stilettos, vision, mustard, golf ball, and green.
He awoke to the sound of metal clicking and her scent waifing away as he heard the door shut.
Grissom slowly realized he was handcuffed to the headboard of their bed but his legs were free. That he was naked wasn't too surprising since he'd gone to sleep that way.
He fidgeted against the cuffs, but found them secure.
Sara came into the room minutes later, dressing only in a black garter belt, stockings and stilettos.
His dick engorged, swelling with blood, springing upward and weeping.
"I thought you'd like this outfit," she purred.
"Oh, yes…" he mumbled.
He stood frozen in his spot as the soulful voice spilled from his high end sound system and by the vision of the woman standing in his living room, looking over his collection of framed butterflies.
Beautiful vision
Stay with me all of the time
Beautiful vision
Stay ever on my mind.
They eaten dinner and as Sara stood silhouetted in the shadows of the candlelight, he hungered for a more carnal dessert than was awaiting them in his refrigerator.
In the darkest night
I said, 'you are shining bright'
You are my guiding light
Show me wrong from right.**
**'Beautiful Vision' by Van Morrison, Beautiful Vision, 1982.
They lay entwined on her mustard colored couch, watching the credits roll on the movie.
"I really loved that guy's blue eyes, Sara said. "Paul Newman was so sexy, wonder if they looked as good in person as they do on television?"
"You've seen mine on t.v. before haven't you…I've done press conferences. I mean, I've been told I have very nice eyes." He tried not to sound jealous of the now deceased famous movie star.
"You have the most beautiful blue eyes that have stared back into mine," she stated as she took his lips with hers.
"You expect me to lift a print off of a golf ball? Grissom, I'm good, but that good? It looks like COD was accidental, why do want to know who's prints are on it?"
"Maybe the perp meant to hit the victim in the head, killing him instantly."
"Give it up, Gil," Jacqui Franco was shaking her head, trying to decide if she could do it.
Grissom started to leave the print lab, but she stopped him, "I heard you met a chick in San Fran, you going back anytime to see her?"
"Maybe," he muttered.
"There was a green icky substance on the gun I found. I'm gonna get it to Hodges." Greg said to Sara as they walked down the hallway.
"Very good, young 'Padawan'."
"I love it when you call me names." Greg smiled, then conspiratorially, "Can I you a question, it's work related?" Sort of, he muttered under his breath.
She nodded, "So why doesn't Griss cut you some slack? You're obliviously the best CSI on our shift."
"I disappointed him once."
"But he disappoints you every day and you don't hold it against him. Why not?"
"I can't Greg."
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