Behind The Scenes

By: supercsi4

Chapter 34 – Big Shots

SARA:

So Greg, Catherine, Grissom and I were on a case today of a dead body found in a limo that crashed on the strip, but Greg was forced to leave the investigation when we found a solid connection to Aaron James, brother of the kid he hit with his truck while saving a man's life. I was so proud of Greg again when he stood up to Ms. James today when she tried blaming him for the trouble she's been having with her sons.

Anyways, most of the case was boring and involved some shady guys who did nothing but lie to us, typical case, but wait there was more. Grissom told me that Sofia did get wine thrown all over herself today though. Is it bad that I laughed a little when he told me that? A little birdie also told me that she was flirting quite a bit with the under sheriff, who I heard may be promoting her. She must be sleeping with him or something…did I really just say that? Said the woman who has been sleeping with her supervisor, ok new topic.

So Grissom and I were walking into the garage where the limo was parked to look over the evidence again.

"Stretch limos are custom-made. You take a Lincoln Continental, cut it apart, stretch it with whatever parts you have available: Ford, Chrysler, General Motors, doesn't matter," Grissom explained.

I opened the back door while Grissom opened the other. We checked the seat belt adjuster and compared it to the one in our evidence bag.

"Looks like the same belt adjuster."

"This one's missing," I said as I showed him what I was talking about. Then I also pointed out the blood on the upper part of the seat belt. "This blood has to be from the shooting." I pulled the seat belt out even farther and found even more blood. "This is from something else. There shouldn't be blood on this part of the seat belt. Think the under sheriff will let us talk to Aaron now?"

"If the DNA matches Simone Molinez's, anyone that was in this limo is up for murder. The, uh, under sheriff won't have a choice."

Then Grissom goes to exit the limo, but I grabbed his thigh, "Wait," I said, "You remember this morning when you asked me what I wanted for our upcoming anniversary?"

"Yeah," I could tell he was a little scared at what I was about to say because we were now alone in a limo, in the lab's garage, sitting on top of evidence.

"I want you to take me out in a limo. I don't care where we go, but you know…I've never actually ridden in a limo before…Or…" Was I really about to say this? "…had sex in a limo."

And that was when my jaw hit the floor, Grissom closed the car door next to him and reached past me to close the one on my side, locked all the doors and leaned in towards my face. "Let's cross one of those things off your list right now," he said as he hand wandered up my leg and rested on my thigh.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and I let Grissom have his way with me right there in that limo. Even after being together for almost two whole years, the man still finds ways to surprise me.

It was the second time we had sex at work, but the first time we had sex on top of evidence. You would think that two adults would have a little more self control then we do. I mean we have a lot of sex and we still can't hold back while at work?

GRISSOM:

So Sara and my anniversary is coming up soon and I've been trying to figure out something new and surprising to do for Sara, but when I asked her this morning what she wanted she didn't know, she was absolutely no help, so I told her to think about it and get back to me.

I've been racking my brain to come up with something and it's not like I could ask anyone at work for advice because that would completely reveal our big secret. What am I gonna do?

Anyways, I'd rather not even bore you with the boring details of our case today, but it involved a limo and as Sara and I were walking into the lab's garage to reevaluate the evidence in that limo, I had a brilliant idea. I haven't taken Sara out in a limo yet, that's what I could do for her. Back to work mode…

"Stretch limos are custom-made. You take a Lincoln Continental, cut it apart, stretch it with whatever parts you have available: Ford, Chrysler, General Motors, doesn't matter," I explained.

Sara opened the back door while I opened the other. We checked the seat belt adjuster and compared it to the one in our evidence bag.

"Looks like the same belt adjuster."

"This one's missing," Sara said as she showed me what she was talking about. Then she also pointed out the blood on the upper part of the seat belt. "This blood has to be from the shooting," she continued while pulling out the seat belt even farther and finding even more blood. "This is from something else. There shouldn't be blood on this part of the seat belt. Think the under sheriff will let us talk to Aaron now?"

"If the DNA matches Simone Molinez's, anyone that was in this limo is up for murder. The, uh, under sheriff won't have a choice."

Then I moved to leave the limo, I wanted to quickly get back to my office and begin my research for a good limo evening for Sara, but she stopped my actions when her hand landed on my thigh. Sara's hand on my thigh means two things, something scared her or she wanted some. Looking up into her eyes, I could tell it was the latter.

"Wait," she said, "You remember this morning when you asked me what I wanted for our upcoming anniversary?"

"Yeah," I was a little scared that she could not only read my mind, but that she was gonna want to have sex right there in that limo right at that moment. But as the scenario played out in my head and I quickly weighed the pros and cons and also recalled our last excursion in the locker room shower, I realized that it may not be a bad idea. I wanted to make the first move though, and surprise her because I just love to surprise Sara and watch that shocked look spread across her face.

"I want you to take me out in a limo. I don't care where we go, but you know…I've never actually ridden in a limo before…Or…" Oh please say it, please say it, "…had sex in a limo."

That's all I needed to hear and I reached to close my door and then hers as that stunned look, that I love, spread across her face. I reached over to lock all the doors and slowly leaned in towards her lips.

"Let's cross one of those things off your list right now," I said as my hand traveled up her leg and rested on her thigh.

She let out a breath that hit my lips just before my lips hit hers and we had sex for the second time at work, in a limo, in the lab's garage, right on top of evidence. I have to keep repeating that to myself because I really can't believe we did it…and we got away with it…for the second time. Even after almost two years of being together, I'm still left speechless by the things Sara can get me to do with just a simply Sidle smile. That really isn't good, because I'm gonna want to do it even more at work and see what we can get away with before getting caught.