Behind The Scenes

By: supercsi4

Chapter 32 – Fallen Idols

SARA:

Our case today involved a star high school basketball player, Ryan Lansco, and his cheerleader girlfriend, Megan Cooper. They went missing after a big game, Ryan died and Megan ended up paralyzed.

So Warrick and I were in the garage processing Ryan's van, which was found abandoned in the desert.

"High school kid with a van. We could have half the senior class in here," I said as I collect a plethora of DNA samples from the back of the van.

"Yeah, a bunch of minors that won't be in the system. That'll be helpful."

I looked up at the front seat and opened the van door to find the seat pushed up much closer to the wheel then Ryan would have comfortably driven it. "Ryan is six feet. Whoever was driving must have adjusted the seat…Hello."

"What you got?"

"I got a cell phone…battery's dead, so I don't know who it belongs to. But something tells me that pink is not Ryan's color."

"I don't know," Warrick said just before picking up a pink thong. "I think he might be always thinking pink…If these all belong to one girl, she's got nothing left to wear."

"You know, when I was in college, I had this boyfriend and I thought we were monogamous. And one night, during the post-coital panty search, he handed me a pair of underwear that wasn't mine."

"Ooh. How'd he explain that one?"

"He said they belonged to his sister."

"Yeah, right."

"I know."

"Let's hope your taste in men has improved since then."

"Yeah." If you only knew.

So we wrapped up the case and it turned out that the photography teacher was sleeping with Ryan and stole his dead body after Megan and her friends had killed him because he was a man whore who was giving other girls crabs. The things kids do nowadays. And then Megan goes and says that she's suffering just as much as Ryan because now she's paralyzed for the rest of her life, um no, he's dead and she's still alive…not the same thing at all.

Anyways, so Grissom and I finally got back home, ate dinner, took Bruno for his evening walk and as we were settling down to watch tv, I had asked Grissom if he was planning on shaving his beard off again. He said, "Yes, tonight."

"Let me shave you," I asked

"Let me shave you," he fought back.

"My legs, yes."

"Deal."

"Deal?"

"Deal."

So I jumped off the couch and skipped into the bathroom.

"Right now?" he asked then slowly followed me into the bathroom.

"Yep," I said as I picked up a washcloth, wet it and wiped down Grissom's face. Then I picked up the canister of shaving cream, lathered it up in my hands and rubbed it all over Grissom's current beard and mustache.

"You know I've never let anyone shave me," he said to me. I knew he was a bit nervous.

I picked up a razor off the counter and held it up to his face. "You trust me?" I asked him.

He smiled and said, "Intimately."

And he was right. Just when I thought our relationship couldn't get any more intimate, we decide to shave each other. So after I was done with him and had only cut him twice, he rinsed his face off and started running a bath for us. We climbed into the tub and he lathered up my legs just as I did his face and thoroughly enjoyed running that razor along every inch of my legs. But let me just say, I have a lot more marks on my legs to remember this evening by then he'll have on his face.

GRISSOM:

Jim called me in to investigate two missing kids this morning, a Saturday morning, in which I was snuggled up against Sara and planning on enjoying the day off and out at the park with Bruno and Sara. But I told him, "All right. But you owe me one for getting me out of bed on a Saturday morning." I'm sure he figured I'd have nothing better to do.

Anyways, so I hate when people kill kids, but just as bad is when kids kill kids…and over stupid stuff like sleeping around and giving other girls crabs. Give me a freakin break. I mean I'm so irritated that I don't even want to talk about the case, I mean, girlfriend and her friends go out and kill her boyfriend because he's a horn dog and gave her crabs. And then the photography teacher, who the boyfriend was also sleeping with, steals his body, kills herself and photographs them together, to create, what Warrick thought to be a case of Romeo and Juliet, but turned out to be postmortem photography. In the 19th century, a photo of your dead loved one was a popular keepsake. Death remembered. One last look. Really…she was just crazy.

After a long day at work, which I shouldn't have worked in the first place, Sara and I finally made it home, cooked up a quick dinner, walked Bruno and settled down to watch tv. Then out of the blue, Sara asked me if I plan on shaving my beard off again and I had actually planned on doing it that morning had I not have been called in to work.

"Let me shave you," she asked.

"Let me shave you," I fought back. There's no way she would let me shave her legs, just like I wouldn't let her shave my face.

"My legs, yes." What? Where else did she think I wanted to shave…oh.

"Deal." Two can play at this game.

"Deal?" She's just as shocked as me. This is going beyond our comfort zones here.

"Deal."

So she jumped off the couch and skipped into the bathroom.

"Right now?" I asked. I don't even get any time to prepare for this.

"Yep," she said. I slowly go to meet her in the bathroom, and then she picked up a washcloth, wet it and wiped down my face. Then she picked up the canister of shaving cream, lathered it up in her hands and rubbed it all over my face.

"You know I've never let anyone shave me," I said to Sara. I was beyond petrified, not only because we are about to delve into some intimate territory here, but I was also scared Sara was gonna scar me for life.

She picked up a razor off the counter and held it up to his face. "You trust me?" She asked me.

I just smiled, took a deep breath and staring deep into her big beautiful eyes, said, "Intimately."

After she was done and I was left with no facial hair and only two cuts on my face, I began to get excited about my next task. I was going to shave Sara's legs, so I filled up the bath tub for us and we got in. I lathered up her legs a lot because I would really hate to scar up her gorgeous, long, lean legs. I was mesmerized as I avoid leaving an inch of her legs untouched by my fingers and the razor in my hand.

I thank god we had invested in the bigger jacuzzi bath tub, so I had plenty of room to toss the razor on the floor and pull Sara into my arms and make love to her while still in our bubble bath.