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A/N – Thank you so very much for all the continued support of the story and the wonderful reviews you so kindly post to tell me that you are still reading it. A little bit of humor, the situation with the case and the IA people, and a Huge smut alert also in this one. Many thanks to 'Pam' who's my sounding board and a great help with suggestions and comments via IM or on the phone. Hope it pleases! Story is beta'd by myself so any remaining mistakes are all mine, so I apologize in advance. R & R Enjoy!
Fall Out Boy – Chapter 45 – Teddy Who?
Over the next few days Internal affairs were crawling all over the Las Vegas police department, interviewing everyone who had come in contact with Nelson Carlton throughout the investigations, and the mans last hours alive in the station.
Several hours worth of interview recordings were thoroughly poured over, and analyzed to make sure everything had been done by the book, as protocol by the interviewees, Brass being the only one to have been present throughout all of them, with others assisting him.
Along with dealing with IA's usual suspicious, and accusing attitude to everyone when investigating any death in custody, Jim Brass was also trying to co-ordinate with the New York Police Department in tracking down and arresting all the person's Carlton had named in his lengthy confession.
Currently there had been four arrested who were now in custody in New York, three More's whereabouts were still being sought. Another had been apprehended in Florida whilst on vacation with his family, two others were picked up on the Las Vegas strip trawling the casinos.
He hadn't even seen his home or bed in the last seventy two hours, just grabbing the odd hour here or there in his office, only to be disturbed by the infernal men of the IA, or his cell phone alerting him of important calls he was awaiting.
Jim was even denied the greatest of pleasures, of being able to go an arrest the smug little son of a bitch 'Frost' during his important deal negotiations, because of all the trouble that was caused by Carlton's successful suicide.
He was forbidden by an IA representative over the phone to take the lead in the arrest, because of his direct involvement with the mans associate having taken his own life under suspicious circumstances, until proven otherwise.
This left Detective Vartann, another couple of officers and Nick Stokes being the ones to enter the Venetian as Spencer Frost's dinner was winding down to a close, with the money transaction and deal secured.
Catherine, Warrick plus the officers who had all been present in the lock up cell area of the station when the death occurred, had all been cleared by IA of any wrong doing, so continued as best they could with their work, while Jim impatiently awaited his clearance.
The CSI's quickly set about collecting a DNA swab, fingerprints and informing the the 'Ice-man' of their new evidence, and to the fact of now being able to hold him in police custody pending further investigations, while his new attorney advised his client.
Many hours later, after the others had been told, Brass was eventually informed by a smarmy looking IA employee that he was now cleared of any impropriety, deliberately delayed in being told so, he thought, which only notched up his building irritation.
Setting about making some calls to various people involved with the cases and out of state, Brass sat in his office with yet another strong black coffee to keep him awake and alert, as he decided to let Spencer Frost sweat it out with the latest developments, down in lock up.
Meanwhile back at Gsrville (Grissom's town house), Kye was currently running around all hyped up in the yard in the moonlight, laughing and squealing as he chased after the dogs with a hose pipe trying to bath them both rather unsuccessfully.
Gil and Sara laid outstretched on two lounge chairs, side by side on the patio watching, dressed only in comfortable sweats and t shirts, barefoot, with freshly made coffee's upon the table, their hands entwined.
Both adults could only be described as looking a little disheveled, absolutely drained and tired beyond measure, the last few days having been a severe test on them all, and they were now taking a short respite, to enjoy observing the boy in a more relaxed, and seemingly happy state for the first time.
Kye had gone from sleeping much more than was expected, prompting a worried series of phone calls to the pediatrician by Gil, to his night terrors returning with a renewed force, disturbing the houses down time, while the adults took turns to console the child, as he sobbed and clung to them for dear life.
Then Kye's reliving terrifying flashbacks of his having been kidnapped, made an appearance, leaving them all on tender hooks, as the boy fretfully demanded that the dogs and adults stay close to him at all times, while going through them.
Gil and Sara's emotions had felt like they were in a super fast, spin cycle of a washing machine, as they both fought gallantly to remain composed, in order to be able to help one other and Kye.
The last twenty four hours had been the most physically exhausting on them so far, seeing a jumpy, and nervous, vulnerable little boy, rapidly evolve into a tornado of bursting and bubbly energy that couldn't be stilled.
It had been at least four days now, since either adult had experienced anything resembling some kind of sleep themselves, and this was their first opportunity to finally be able to let their guards down enough to take pause.
Pleading with Sara to finally go and get some much needed sleep, she had refused Gil, stating that they were in this together, and until they could all settle down, she would be awake with him to deal with whatever came at them.
Thats how they came to be sitting out in the yard, late in the warm evening, the stars bright in the dark sky, a child's thorough excitement being vocalized through bouts of laughter, with two dogs blissfully barking unawares, as they gave little, or no thought to Grissom's neighbors nearby, they'd thought he was a bit weird as it was, so one more odd display wouldn't make any difference to their judgment.
Tugging gently on Sara's hand, Gil pulled her up and over towards him, as he sat up and adjusted the lounger, he guided her onto his lap, as he enveloped his arms around her.
Sighing contentedly, Sara snuggled into the heat of his body as she rested her head under his chin, enjoying the closeness of him, while he feathered her head with soft kisses of affection.
"This is nice" Sara murmured as she buried herself deeper into his neck and chest, inhaling his slightly sweaty, but all masculine, 'Grissom' scent.
Snaking one hand under the bottom of her tank top, then trailing it up her bare back, Gil rubbed soothing circles on her soft delicate skin as he agreed with her "Uh huh........Ummmmmmmmm" as he nuzzled her hair.
A firm knocking on the front door sounded through the house, and the back patio doors to them.
Gil let out a low groan as he heard it, why in the hell can't we get just get five minutes to ourselves, is it too much to ask? he thought disappointedly.
Sara shifted, sitting up reluctantly, but alert, about to go and answer the knock, but Gil kissed her cheek, hugged her to him, then he released her sliding out from under her "I'll get that, it might be one of the neighbors" he said as he flicked his gaze over to Kye still running around "I'll be right back" he stated, then walked off indoors.
A couple of minutes later Warrick, Greg and Nick stepped out on to the patio after Gil.
"Hey buttercup" Nick greeted with a quick brotherly hug, before standing back up looking at his boss with a smirk.
"Hi" Greg grinned at Sara, then his focus soon settled on Kye and the two dogs bustling about.
"Hey girl we've missed you at the lab" Warrick smiled at her, he held a large brown paper bag in his hand "We're heading into the lab in a few hours for shift, after we call at the diner for something to eat" he looked a little uncomfortable.
So Nick grabbed the bag and spoke up, helping his friend out "War took this to a friend of his Gran's, to fix it up good as new" he said passing the bag over to Sara tentatively.
"We cleared it through the right channels with Ecklie, it's been processed and released from the evidence lockup" Warrick offered as he looked at Grissom nervously.
Sara unrolled the top of the bag and peered inside, she gasped, then momentarily closed her eyes and brought her hand up to her mouth.
Her eyes suddenly filled up with tears, as the last few days of restraint broke her emotions free, as she looked up at Gil with her lips trembling.
"We all thought it was a great idea, but thought we should run it by you first, before just............." Nick's words tapered off as he saw a tear roll down her cheek.
Warrick and Nick looked at each other a little worried, Greg was now over with Kye and the dogs playing with them, unaware at the scene unfolding.
"Honey?" Gil asked confused, as he crouched down in front of her placing an arm around her shoulders.
Gil reached inside the bag and brought out the item that had managed to tip Sara's emotions over the edge, to make her cry.
A scruffy looking brown teddy bear, not just any, but in fact Kye's was in his shaking hand, having now been repaired with a new similar type arm, with a small bandage wrapped around the appendage, with a tiny sling holding it in place.
Straight away the mental image of the abandoned and forlorn bear laying on his path near the back gate from a few days ago jumped to mind, a huge lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed it down with difficulty as he felt the unfamiliar welling up of his own threatening tears.
He leveled his watery eyes with Sara, seeing her overcome with the same emotion as himself, the past days events finally catching them up.
Reaching forward, Gil embraced her, letting her bury her face in his shoulder.
Eyes wide at the very unusual display from their boss and friend, Warrick and Nick looked to each other desperate for an excuse to escape the intimate scene.
But Greg beat them to it, breaking the awkward moment as he shouted over grinning like an idiot "Hey guys, my little buddy over here wants his Gilbert back".
"Gilbert!" Both Nick and Warrick echoed in unison frowning deeply.
Gil released Sara, taking a moment to wipe away a few of her tears, as his face reddened on hearing his young CSI yell over to them.
Composing herself while swiping at her face, Sara turned to Greg and Kye, who was now clung onto the CSI's back as they both jostled about happily.
"Gilbert?" Sara asked in a low voice questioningly, which only made Gil's ears seem to glow redder.
His chin fell to his chest, hiding his face, as he seemed to wish the floor would magically open up and swallow his crouching form.
Nick and Warrick were trying their damnedest to convey with their eyes to Greg not to 'go there', extremely nervous of their boss' reaction to this turn of events.
Chuckling to himself, Greg just shook his head "Yeah, ya know, a certain little teddy bear we brought back from the toy hospital today" he announced smugly, followed by a low groan heard from Grissom.
"No way" Nick said as his eyes shot to his ever shrinking boss.
"Aww Man you gotta be kidding me" Warrick chuckled as he too looked at Grissom, who was wishing to just disappear.
Face neck and ears now burning with an embarrassed flush, Gil shook his head in defeat, he knew he would never hear the last of his full given name, spoken throughout the lab at every opportunity.
"This?..................This is really called Gilbert? Kye's teddy bear is called Gilbert right?" Sara asked in astonishment, not believing, but wanting full clarification, holding up the toy in question.
"Non other than Gilbert the great" Greg said in a highly amused tone, as Kye slipped down and off his back to the ground.
"Enough already" Grissom mumbled to himself.
"GILBERT!" Kye streaked at the top of his voice as he spotted his life long comforter, running at full pelt to Sara.
Another deep groan followed as Gil finally lifted his face and his eyes rested on the boy running towards them.
Kye flung himself full force at an unready Gil, knocking him over onto his back, whilst grabbing up his favorite toy and holding it tight in his arms "Gilbert!".
Making sure neither's head hit the hard floor, It was all Gil could do, to try to prevent the child from getting hurt in his hyped up excitement.
Struggling to get up with an arm full of the wriggling boy and his reunited bear, Gil allowed Warrick to assist him back onto his lounger, as Sara let out a loud peel of laughter.
"No! Gilbert!....Oh My God.......Really?..........Gilbert?....I so can not believe it............Teddy Gilbert" she managed between her bursts of laughter, as she rested a consoling hand on Gil's shoulder, while he mock glared at her.
All three of the younger male CSI's chuckled along with her, sharing the new unbelievable news, taking a worthy five minutes of light relief.
Noticing for the first time the other two men stood near his two foster care providers, Kye suddenly became very shy, so he hid his face in Gil's shoulder holding the bear up to his chin.
Gil lovingly rested one opened palm firmly on Kye's back, whilst he tried to coax him to look around and greet their other friends, but he was not succeeding very well, his embarrassment temporarily forgotten.
Calming herself down now, her attention was drawn to Kye, as Sara got up and reseated herself to the side of Gil's legs, explaining to the boy who the unknown men were, and their kindness in returning Gilbert to him.
After ten minutes of reassurances from both Gil and Sara, Kye animatedly tugged a smiling Nick by his hand over towards the two dogs and Greg wrestling on the lawn, to join in with them, while Warrick stayed put.
Noticing the apparent tiredness on the faces of Grissom and Sara, Warrick asked them when they had both last slept, and after a lengthy explanation of the last few days with Kye, and his recent new abundance of hyperactivity, probably associated with the Doctors warned about insomnia bouts, he offered to babysit the boy with Nick & Greg, while they caught up on some rest.
With some initial objecting, Gil eventually stood offering his hand to Sara "Come on, we could both use the couple of hours just to recharge our own energy" he said helping her up off her lounger.
Reluctantly she let Gil lead her into the house, but not before telling Kye where they were going, and issuing the three men with orders, that under no circumstances were they to feed the boy any candy, soda or other sweet foods while in their care.
Carrying their still mainly full cups of coffee into the house, Sara stepped in through the doors and went into the kitchen, when she suddenly remembered something she wanted to tell the guys outside.
"Warrick, can you make sure …...." she shouted out as she abruptly stopped, and began turning, but not seeing Gil following so closely behind her, he walked right into her.
"Shit!" she cursed, forgetting all about their company as all the warm, dark liquid ended up down the front of Gil's sweats and t shirt, some splatters of coffee covered her own clothing as she stood wide eyed.
Although only warm, the wetness was immediately uncomfortable as Gil looked down at himself, one hand held out his own cup out of harms way, luckily not spilled of it contents in the collision, his other pulled the t shirt away from his skin.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry Gil" Gasped Sara, as her eyes darted about the kitchen searching for something to wipe him down with.
Warrick hadn't heard the call to him, he was now busy trying to tire the little tearaway out with his friends in the yard.
Chuckling, Gil looked up at her, grinning mischievously as he spoke "If you really wanted me out of my cloths so quickly honey, all you had to do was ask" he teased, throwing a look over his shoulder to make sure no one else was in hearing range.
Sara's mouth dropped open wide at his boldness, as her eyes met his and her cheeks started flushing up, she opened, then closed her mouth quickly imitating a fish, at a total loss at what to say to him, she stood there in some kind of frozen state.
Gil laughed just before he leaned forward and gave her a chaste kiss, then pulled back, he thought she looked absolutely adorable right now "Go through to the laundry. I'll get us something to change into" he said letting go of his t shirt and grasping the mug out of her hand.
Shaking her head a little, Sara smirked having come out of her shocked daze and realized he was teasing her, but they should really get out of the sodden cloths they both now wore.
Swiftly Gil deposited the cups in the sink, then darted off towards the bedrooms, while Sara walked over to the open patio door "Warrick can you make sure Kye gets something to drink please, while we're resting?".
"Sure, no problem" he said over his shoulder as Bruno jumped up at his chest "Go" he said chuckling.
Closing the patio door behind her, Sara turned in the direction of the laundry room, looking down at her messy white t shirt as she walked "Your a mess Sidle" she mumbled to herself self deprecatingly.
Gil entered the laundry room right after her, holding two toweling robes in his arms, he came to a stop behind her "Urmm.....I got these" he indicated to the robes, laying them on top of the dryer, then fidgeting with both his hands "Sara.............Uh,........How do.......You.........?" he began to ask, but tapered off nervously, when he wasn't sure how to ask her to undress and put her things in the washer.
Sara turned around to face him frowning a little.
Seeing his sudden nervousness, and a hint of shyness she'd never seen in him before, it took a couple of seconds for it to actually register in her mind what he was awkwardly trying to convey to her.
Even though a huge coffee stain marred his clothing, his hair was a little messy and unkempt, face a little tired and drawn looking, he still looked completely handsome and sexy to her, standing there with that shy tilt of his head.
Smirking, Sara decided up on her own bold move, remembering his tease from a few minutes ago, as she took a large breath, then spoke keeping eye contact with him, she reached for the hem of his t shirt "I want you out of these clothes Gil" she said in a sultry demanding tone, stepping into his personal space.
Swallowing nervously, but keeping his gaze locked on hers, Gil was mesmerized by the darkening of her eyes, at what he thought to be identified as arousal in them.
As if having done this a thousand times before, they automatically fell in sync with each other as she lifted the material upwards, he raised his arms for Sara to pull the garment free from his body, then they switched roles, when Gil reached for her soiled garment and reciprocated.
Both, now only mere inches apart, sharing the others personal space, bare chested, and breathing much quicker than before.
And with what little semblance of forethought he had left in his addled mind right now, Gil reached an arm behind him, then he shoved the door to the laundry room closed, giving then some degree of privacy.
Two discarded tops lay entwined in a bundle on the floor, forgotten.
They stood silently communicating, with only their clear emotions speaking openly for them.
No voiced phrases, poetic words, or quotes needed this time around.
Intense love, deep adoration, sincere longing, wanton arousal, and lust reflected in both sets of connected eyes.
Two autumn brown orbs, turned to ebony, as cornflower blue became navy.
Gil reached up, and cupped her cheeks with both palms ever so gently.
They smiled softly to one another, having made the decision, to take the next step forward.
In unison, they both leaned forward, gently making that first tentative bodily, skin on skin contact.
(A/N – I was gonna have them interrupted again at this point, by either Greg needing a pee, or a football hitting the laundry room door etc, but I thought it rather mean to do that to you loyal readers , so please read on, but I highly recommend sitting in a cool room for this. lmao)
The air seemed to almost crackle about them, filled with many past instances of unresolved sexual tension, as both closed their eyes to savor the moment, before opening them again, their lips barely centimeters apart
Tilting his head just a fraction, Gil closed the tiny space left between them, and their mouths became one.
The kiss that ensued, started light and lingering, until Sara moved her head slightly to deepen the kiss, as she ran the tip of her tongue tantalizingly along his lower lip.
A joint small moan emitted from the pair as they kissed feverishly, two sets of eager hands exploring the expanse of each others torso's, mapping out the feel of each other and committing it to memory.
How long, no body knows, but they eventually broke apart for some much needed air, drawing in huge gulps as they grinned stupidly.
Gil's thumbs, gently caressed up the side of each of her pert breasts, Sara's hands were also occupied running over his upper chest, feeling out the outline of his slightly defined pectoral muscles.
Taking the lead, by sliding both her hands down daringly so, Sara slid four fingers of both into the top of his sweats waistband at his hips, keeping her thumbs out, to help in her quest of divesting him of his trousers.
She was momentarily shocked not to feel the elastic band of any undergarment along with the sweats, shit! He's really gone Commando! Sara thought, as her own arousal reached new heights.
Surprised, he let out a small gasp at the contact and her intention, Gil captured her lips again, instigating another powerful, soul searching kiss.
Sara felt as if Gil was devouring her mouth, not leaving any part of it untouched, as she moved her hands around to the back, then slowly began to push the heavy cotton material over his rather nice ass, running her palms over his heated flesh seductively.
Feeling resistance, Sara knew what was impeding the removal of the item, as she slid one hand deftly round to the front, cupped his arousal firmly, gave it a quick rub, before releasing him, to pull the thick elasticated over the top of it to free him.
Grunting as he leaned into her hand instinctively, Gil felt his sweats fall to his ankles, so he stepped out of them as he probed her mouth with more fervor.
Now totally naked before her, feeling a little exposed and vulnerable, Gil pulled her lower body flush with his own, his raging libido ever present between them, resting against her tummy.
Taking pause at the sensations coursing throughout his entire body, Gil realized as he sought out her neck to pepper it with tiny nips and open mouthed kisses, Sara was in fact showing him quite easily, that she knew exactly what to do about 'this'.
Although Gil never thought for one minute, Sara had ever been promiscuous, nor was highly experienced with matters of a sexual nature, he felt totally comfortable with her taking control and directing their love making, and then a sudden clarity hit him.
They had become intellectual equals and CSI's some undetermined time ago, but now Sara was in fact the teacher, himself the enthusiastic student, waiting for her instruction, more than willing, desperately wanting to learn all and everything about her entirely.
He bit down on the pulse point of her neck, then lavished it with slow sensual swipes of his broad moist tongue.
Sara's hands were now massaging his butt cheeks, gripping them steadily, letting her short fingernails scrape lightly over his sensitized skin, as he moved to rid her of her own thin joggers, leaving them both bare and open.
His proud erection grazed over the front of her sex, the thick coarse patch had his responsiveness to sensory stimulation at full restraint now, as he felt his control slipping rapidly, wanting nothing more than to be deeply embedded within her.
Student impatiently wishing to pleasure and please, after many long years of denial on his part, and sexual drought on both sides.
Gil stepped forward determinedly, pushing her back into the front of the washing machine, increasing the pressure of their bodily contact, his intentions fully clear to them both.
Not entirely how he had fantasized on numerous occasions of them finally consummating their love, when he had allowed himself to indulge in the frequent impure thoughts, he'd had about Sara over the years, he now couldn't care less about the location, nor the perfection he'd wanted for the initial act.
Letting out a low moan from the depths of his chest, as her mouth enclosed around one of his nipples, her tongue doing the most wonderful things to it, as she ground her center hard against him.
All bets were off now, control no longer an option, Gil suddenly grabbed up one of her long legs, underneath the back of the knee, he raised it up over his hip.
Releasing the puckered nipple from her ministrations, Sara sought out his mouth immediately, her oral assault, as if seeking much needed water to quench her thirst, delving deep within to satisfy her need.
Erotic sounds of twin moans, wet slurps and gasped pants for air, permeated the whole room.
A lone feminine hand sneaked between their bodies, grasping his shaft firmly, taking a moment to enjoy the heft and girth of it in her enclosed fist, then Sara lined him up to her slick entrance.
With a forced grunt, accompanied by a low guttural groan, Gil sank deeply into her tightness, holding still for a few seconds as she adjusted to his size, he let the onslaught of overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations rock throughout his psyche.
Sara gasped audibly, seeming to almost choke on her own saliva, as she heaved in a huge needed breath, the sensations of feeing so devilishly invaded and full, but blissfully so at home taking her by surprise.
Rolling her hips a little, Sara signaled for him to begin his thrusts, which he did without further invitation, as he drew out of her slowly, then re-buried himself within her again quickly.
An excruciatingly slow rhythm began, Sara in perfect tandem with his expertly moving groin, his thrusts and withdrawals, tantalizingly teasing them both into the oncoming frenzy that would ensue.
Both not entirely satisfied with the lovely penetration caused in the current position, Sara took on the initiative, hooking her other leg up around his hip to increase the depth.
Following her lead, Gil grabbed a hold of her ass, yanking her up, unceremoniously onto the cold metal top of the machine, as he trust much more forcefully into her, burying himself into her balls deep.
Swallowing her loud pleasurable groan, Gil covered her mouth as he built up his rapid pumping rhythm, his two hands now held her breasts, massaging and tweaking her nipples, while he devoured her.
Her hands tightly gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging deep into his muscles, the nails unintentionally breaking the skin, while he thrust hard and fast into her, her climax almost on the cusp.
Feeling his orgasm quickly approaching, his shaft throbbed repeatedly, his testicles tightened, the familiar delicious sensations of his impending release only moments away, as his thrusts became more frantic.
The feel of him throb, enlarging further inside her, expanding her more than anyone had ever done before, pushed her excitedly over the edge, her insides began to tighten and release, as if drawing him in deeper, her loudly moaned "Gilllllllllllllllllllll", was smothered by him, as she climaxed in waves.
Gil exploded with a series of guttural grunts and pants, in unison with her, coating her inner walls with his hot spurting semen, while her pulsing inner walls milked him for all he was, an orgasm of unfathomable magnitude taking over his whole being.
Eventually slowing to a stop, as they rode out the remnants of the ecstatic feelings enveloping them both, exhausting them into a state of pure bliss and perfectly shared euphoria, they slumped against each other, very much sated and willingly spent.
A loud thump resounded from the vicinity of the back of the house breaking the moment, probably an miscalculated football hitting the patio doors.
Pulling away from her a little startled, realizing where they were, and exactly who was outside in his yard.
Gil pulled out of her reluctantly, cupping a cheek and leaning in to kiss her as he did so.
"That was very naughty of you Miss Sidle" he teased smiling, as he reached out for one of the toweling robes "We could have been caught out here", he said in mock chastisement, wrapping the soft, heavy white cotton around her, allowing her to slip her arms in place.
Sara just chuckled, her special Sidle grin wide "Oh" she challenged, then added as she tied the cord around her waist "So will I be punished later then?" she spoke with direct meaning in her question, her eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
Shrugging into the other robe and tying the belt, Gil locked his gaze on hers, his eyebrows almost in his hairline.
Laughter broke free from Sara as she shuffled down off the washing machine, aided by him.
"Bed. NOW!" Gil growled uncharacteristically, taking her hand in his and tugging on it "Please honey" he added opening the door to the room, then leading her out.
Seeing that there was still no one in the house, he looked back at her whilst speaking in a lowered seductive tone "Mark my words, this is by no means finished, the next lesson will be taught by yours truly" he said pulling her in the direction of his bedroom.
A/N – Okay, go take your cold showers now, or adjust the AC guys! I hope the long wait for this long (Over 5,000 words) smutty chapter was well worth it to you all. The Frost interview and Why would Kye have a bear called Gilbert? Two answers in the next chapter guys, and covering a conversation Gil & Sara have that perhaps you all thought I'd forgotten about a while back. More soon!
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