Chapter Fourteen
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimer et al see first chapter.
Prompts from SaraSidleGrissom09: lake, condom, popsicle, truck and skinny dip.
A/N: I'd like to thank my daughter, Diane for posting the last several chapters of this story and for copying my reviews and bringing them to me. I had not loaded all of the chapters onto this site before I was unexpectedly hospitalized last week by a tyrant doctor. This is for David for keeping the ticker ticking and for finally letting me go home. Also thanks to all the readers and reviewers. And now, back to the show...:)
They'd been called to investigate a floater found by a dealer at the Luxor who'd spent his day off fishing. The man hauled in several carpe before hooking a dead man. The dealer called the cops immediately from his cell while still in his small boat in the middle of Lake Mead.
Grissom watched as the man attached his boat to the trailer hitch of his truck. "Looks like he's leaving his catch," pointing to the mess of fish near the boat ramp.
Detective Cavaliere hiked an eyebrow, "You think we should stop him?"
"No, let him go."
O'Riley had seen a lot in 25 years. It took quite a bit to shake his stoic demeanor, but tonight, he threw up at a crime scene.
I really need to retire, he thought making the call to CSI to request the two women on the nightshift. It wasn't that he thought the men couldn't do the job, no, he was trying to make it less taxing on the guys.
When the CSI's arrived, he lead them to the dumpster filled with at least five dozen defrosting condom covered penises.
He couldn't look again.
"Oh my goodness," Sara exclaimed.
Gil watched hopelessly as Sara sucked a cherry-flavored popsicle.
"Do you know what that does to me, you vixen?" He growled as her tongue skirted up the elongated treat.
He couldn't do anything but groan when she smirked, then allowed it to sink all the way into her mouth. And when she slowly drug it out of her mouth, allowing him to see her tongue swirling around, he lost complete control of himself.
He seized her, kissed her cold lips. Then he grabbed her hand, forcing it on his erection.
"Suck that," he demanded.
And she did.
He could see Sara's cover-all covered legs dangling from beneath the truck they had recovered from the scene of the crime. He wondered if she had anything on beneath the blue jumper.
But then Grissom walked into the garage.
He was asking for an update on the case. Sara rolled out upon hearing their boss' voice and that's when Greg noticed the baby blue shirt peeking out the top.
Sanders had seen his boss' reaction to the way Sara's body slid almost magically from beneath the vehicle.
Very interesting, thought Greg. And we all thought Sara's affections weren't returned.
"Interested in going for a skinny-dip with me?" He waggled his eyebrows attempting to appear flirtatious before wiping the sweat off his brow.
They had reclaimed the effortlessness of working together. He documented the habits of the female Papilio machilentus butterfly and Sara correlated her raw data on the capuchin monkeys against established norms.
He could tell the high humidity was effecting her, too. But when she grinned, he knew her answer.
A little later, their bodies entwined under the spray of a natural waterfall not far from the camp.
Water splashing around them only added to their pleasure.
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