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Fall Out Boy – Chapter 46 That little whore
Incredibly Sated, utterly content, but extremely happy and a little smug perhaps, Gil was still too blown away by the recent energetic events of the last couple of hours to be able to sleep, he'd done as was stated, delivering his own version of teaching her 'His long, drawn out seduction lesson' quite proudly so, he admitted only to himself.
Taking a quick shower in the en-suit, grinning like some teen who'd never been laid before, but then again he'd never actually made love before to a woman, sex, oh yes, a few times, he wasn't actually that inexperienced as some people might believe, although he'd not had that many sexual partners over the years, like others of his age.
But being so sexually compatible, emotionally connected, and intimate with Sara, to any woman in his life was a first for him, he no longer felt like a 'Making Love Virgin' now, he felt like something he'd not known had been missing, but now completed him in ways he never, ever, thought possible.
Gil then dressed in fresh clothes, quietly in the bedroom, indulging himself in enjoying the view of Sara's partially nude form splayed across his bed, her hair draped almost artistically over his pillow, as her pale lean back was fully exposed, right down to the delicate dip, just before the rise of her delectable ass, covered by the thin cotton sheet.
He let out a momentary indecisive sigh, debating with himself to strip bare again and slide in behind her, spooning her up close, for a little while longer, or to just let her sleep undisturbed while he relieved his CSI's of the task of child minding, so they could head into work.
Taking the few steps needed to reach the side of the bed, his decision was made as he saw how unbelievably relaxed, and deeply asleep her posture presented.
Leaning down to her, he braced one hand on the head board while he placed the lightest of loving, tender kisses to her temple, pulling away he quietly whispered sincerely "Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love you Sara" as he took another moment to soak in the beautiful vision of her.
Leaving the bedroom, his eyes never leaving her pose, he made a solemn promise to himself to repeat those words to her soon, when he had the courage to do so, and he felt the that the moment would be right for them both.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, Gil made his way outside, where Nick and Warrick were sat on the loungers drinking coffee, Greg was laid out resting on one elbow on the grass, with Kye sat cross legged in front of him, listening with glee to what was being told to him.
Hank and Bruno were laid either side of the boy sleeping, obviously exhausted and spent.
Taking a third lounger, Grissom sat "Sara's still sleeping guys.........." he paused feeling suddenly a little embarrassed that they may have possibly heard their energetic activities a while earlier "And......I'd rather she stay that way for a while.......She just needs the rest, after the last week or so" he finished uncomfortably.
Warrick and Nick swapped a glance, a little smirk playing at the corner of both mens mouths as they looked at their boss.
Damned! They did hear us, Grissom thought, averting his eyes, Well so what their boss got laid, deal with it, besides it makes a change from me having to listen to all their detailed sexploits in the break room all these years.
"Sure thing Griss" Warrick replied.
Nick chuckled "Well I for one wont be disturbing a sleeping Sidle, it's not worth my life, to have to deal with the wrath of her for doing so" he added jokingly.
Taking a large swallow of the water, Grissom sat back in the lounger "How's he been?" he said indicating over towards Kye.
"Well lets just say, that the kid thinks the sun shines outta Greg's ass" Nick replied "He wasn't really interested in me and War entertaining him".
Warrick laughed "Yeah thats right, Sanders seems to have managed to captured his attention well and truly" he took a drink of his OJ "But he's had a couple of glasses of juice, and he's been pretty relaxed this last forty minutes or so".
"He's been fine" Warrick added.
"Oh and Greg also found out how Kye's bear got its name" Nick added with a little mischievousness in his tone "His Mom was the one who named the bear for the little tyke, apparently he's had it since he was a baby" he put in, shooting a glance at Warrick.
Grissom seemed to zone out on them for a few minutes, deep in thought, as the two CSI's just shrugged at each other.
It's not a popular name, not one I've ever been particularly fond of all these years, Gil thought.
Certainly not one I'd ever use to name anyone, or anything.
Perhaps I left a lasting impression with Charlotte.
Maybe she liked me more than I thought so at the time, but both she and I knew that we were never gonna be compatible.
Possibly, the memories of our brief relationship was enough for Charlotte to want to have a constant reminder of that, through the naming of the child's comforter, he thought, but then decided it was futile to give it really too much more consideration now, he would never really know.
Snapping back to the present, he watched the quiet interaction between the boy and his youngest CSI, Grissom spoke not meeting their eyes "Thanks guys, we really do appreciate the break" and before they could reply, he asked "Hows the cases going?" changing the subject quickly.
The two brought their boss up to date with latest results and findings on the three cases, letting him know that Catherine had phoned a little while earlier to let them know their shift assignments slips were on her desk, to go ahead without her.
Catherine was going to be busy over at LVPD with Brass carrying out their interview with Frost soon, hoping to finally wrap up all three of the cases connected to this man who'd abruptly entered their lives recently.
From what Grissom had been informed from Catherine, Brass and his younger CSI's, they had more than enough evidence to secure a solid conviction on one, or possibly all of the cases, Carlton's crucial taped, written, and signed confession prior to his suicide, the the most damning to his employer, Spence Frost being finally apprehended legally.
Warrick glanced at his watch to take note of the time, calculating for calling in a take out for some food to grab on the way into the lab, they'd have to be setting off shortly.
Noting this, Grissom drifted off in his own thoughts again, as he seemed to consider something.
This needs to be an airtight case against Frost.
They'll only get the one shot at this.
They need to convince the DA, and the Jury that he's guilty, that he was the mastermind behind all of it, financed, then gave the cold bloodied orders for them to be carried out by his command.
So there's absolutely no room for the jury to consider any reasonable doubt where his involvement was, and is concerned.
Oh, he'll have the best council that money can buy, and will certainly be able to pick up anything that might suggest otherwise.
This heartless son of a bitch can't be allowed back out on the streets again ever...............
And if I have anything to do with it, he 'Wont'.
Seeing that Kye was still very much more quieter, calmer and relaxed still, whilst he'd been talking with Warrick and Nick, not even having acknowledging his presence in the yard, Gil made a decision.
Turning to them both sat at the table, he spoke as he stood up "I'm going to head in and catch up with Catherine. I'll take Kye with me so that Sara can carry on resting" .
Warrick and Nick swapped a knowing look with each other, then watched their boss walk over to Kye and Greg.
"Kye?" Gil said as he approached them.
Looking up Kye smiled widely, then scrambled up off the floor seeing his care giver.
Crouching down, Gil's own smile matched that of the boys, he was really happy to see after these last trying days, that they were beginning to see the real Kye emerge through his terrible ordeal of late.
Excitedly Kye threw his arms around Gil's neck, allowing him to be picked up, as the aging entomologist stood, his knees creaking a little at the strain.
"Greg says there's a Zoo here, with load of animals and things to do. There's big cats, Apes, chimpanzee, eagles, ostriches, emus, talking parrots, wallabies, flamingos, reptiles and 'every' species of venomous reptiles" Kye relayed animatedly as he pulled back from the hug, looking at Gil with wide eyes.
"And........ and Greg said they have bugs too, just like yours, loads and loads of them" he said, catching quick inhales of air in-between "Big colorful butterflies and months, that fly all around you".
"Insects" Gil corrected the boy amusedly.
"Huh?" Kye spoke frowning, as he stopped his excited animation of showing with his hands the actions of butterflies in flight.
Chuckling, Gil grinned, having gained Kye's full attention "Insects Kye, thats what we call them, remember" he reminded the boy of the few times he'd chatted with him about his favorite subject, and his dislike of them being referred to simply as 'bugs'.
Kye turned his head towards Greg, who was now getting himself up off the ground, and brushing himself off "See, I told you they were called insects and not bugs" he said smartly.
Laughter came from the direction of Warrick and Nick, as Kye chastised Greg.
Gil held in his own laughter, as the emotion of huge pride towards the boy washed over him, making him feel similar to numerous other times before towards his CSI's, but this was different in some way, much more paternal feeling, one that he relished openly now.
Looking back and connecting his eyes with Gil, Kye kept his frown in pace as he then stated "So bugman's not the right word then either, is it".
Shooting his trademark raised eyebrow at a shrugging Greg, Gil answered Kye with a soft smile "No, its not. Your right Kye. People who study Insects are called....." he trailed off prompting him.
Looking thoughtful for a few seconds, Kye grinned "Urmm.....Antimologist" he replied happily.
Hugging him close, then releasing him, Gil kissed the boys temple before setting him down on the floor again "Nearly right. Entomologist" he said pleased that Kye almost got it right.
"Go get washed up and changed into clean jeans and top please, we're going out" Gil said to him, then added as Kye ran off towards the house "But be quiet. Sara's still sleeping".
"Okay" he called back before disappearing inside the house.
"Smart kid" Greg commented.
"Yes, he is" Grissom replied proudly.
After telling Greg that he intended to go to LVPD to see how things were going with Brass and Catherine, he asked the young man if he would accompany him, and keep Kye entertained while he tended to business, so that Sara could be left undisturbed.
Greg agreed after mentioning that he would take off a half shift that was owed to him, for working some hours on the swing the week before.
Fifteen minutes later, Warrick and Nick had left to grab take out then head into the lab, while Gil scrawled out a note for Sara to let her know not to worry, that he had Kye with him, and where he was going.
Greg helped Kye on with his well worn sneakers, as Gil made a mental not to purchase new ones for him soon.
Once Kye was buckled into the child car seat in the rear of his Mercedes, one he'd picked up on an errands run two days before, Gil set off with Greg with the boy in the back.
Entering Jim's office, Gil grinned on seeing his best two oldest friends "Thought you two were going to be busy. Stuff to do and all that, interviews to carry out?" he asked teasingly.
"Well some of us haven't spent any quality time with our beds lately" Catherine shot back "We're just taking a time out to enjoy a decent caffeine shot to get us through the next few hours".
Ignoring the jab, not bothering mentioning that he himself and Sara, hadn't in fact had it quite so easy as they seemed to think he had, he noted Jim's tired form "You look like crap Jim" he said instead, as he leaned against the solid desk.
"Way to go with the compliments there Gil" Jim replied grinning, then ran his hand over his face "You don't look so fresh faced, and bright yourself buddy. All bed and no rest huh?" he added wickedly, not knowing how near to the truth he really was.
Feeling uncomfortable and a little embarrassed, Gil quickly changed the subject while clearing his throat "So uh, when you gonna do the Frost interview then?" he asked.
"Your hands off remember Gil. I knew there had to be a good reason your here and not with the kid and Sara" Catherine commented as she finished her drink.
"Yeah I know. I just wanted to check up on things at the lab and with the cases" Gil offered weakly, knowing full well that Catherine would now point out that this wasn't the CSI lab.
"Where are they by the way, and how they both doing?" Jim asked helping out his friend.
Sending a silent thank you with his eyes Jim's way, he replied "Sara's currently sleeping at ho.....Mine, we had a rough few days with Kye" he offered simply, but hoped the two hadn't caught his near slip of the word 'Home', inferring he and Sara now lived together.
Both Jim and Catherine picked up on Grissom's use of the term 'We' in regards to Sara and he.
"Kye's with Greg at the lab, he's keeping an eye on him for me until I get back" eying his friends knowing they wanted more, he went on "It's taken a while for the drugs adverse effects to work out of his system, plus he's been experiencing flashbacks and nightmares" Gil relayed to them seriously.
"Greg seems to be helping considerably. Kye's much less tense, nervous and clingy than he has been since this whole thing started. This is the first time, apart from his abduction, that he's been away from either Sara or I".
Catherine gave a skeptical look at Gil as he spoke, not 100% sure she'd have Greg look after her own daughter.
"'I'm trusting Greg to encourage Kye to become more comfortable and like his normal self around those he can trust now" Gil finished saying, now feeling a little self conscious of his friends studying him.
Standing up, and patting Gil affectionately on the shoulder, Catherine smiled gently "Kye's a very lucky little boy to have you and Sara" she stated just before picking up her file and purse.
Coughing a little to break, the slight awkwardness in the room, Jim spoke decisively "Lets get this interview underway shall we. Gil you can only be an observer okay" he said pointedly, before pulling on his jacket.
Gil held up both hands to indicate he had no intention of interfering with their interview, but a little smirk played at the corner of his mouth "Hands off, I know" he said like some reprimanded child.
Twenty minutes later Catherine and Brass had laid out most of the evidence linking Frost to the three cases, while his attorney advised his client on several occasions to not comment, and basically keep his mouth shut.
Gil stood in the observation room, his face close to the glass, one hand grasping the ledge of the frame, he had the sound turned up to make sure he didn't miss anything crucial that was being said.
A few times his other hand,which had now formed a fist, tightened and flexed at his side.
When Catherine and Brass covered details of Kye's abduction from his home, and the use of subduing drugs on the boy, Gil felt his temper rise within him, he was now so totally focused on Spencer Frost only, his eyes seemingly boring into the very man, as he watched and listened.
"Most of the evidence so far, that you've set out here against my client can quite easily be explained Mrs Willows, and adequately accounted for" Mr Michaels, Frosts Attorney said in a smarmy tone "It's circumstantial at best" he added as he interlocked his fingers of both hands on the table top.
Ice-man who'd previously attempted a couple of times to speak, sat back in his seat crossing his arms across his chest, with a smug smile firmly in place.
"Oh we haven't quite finished just yet" Catherine intoned, as she placed the small hand held device on the table top.
Mr Michaels shot a worried look at Frost, who just shrugged, before leveling a glare across the table at Catherine, to try to intimidate her.
"Thats right gentlemen. This is our 'Piece de resistance'" Brass proudly announced, with a quick glance over to the observation glass where he knew Gil was watching.
"Our prized piece and main exhibit in the collection of our evidence" Brass added cockily as he pulled out a seat and sat next to Catherine.
Catherine pushed the button on the hand held recorder/player to start the recording of Nelson Carlton's confession, from where the man informed them that Spencer Frost was the man who gave the orders and took part in the crimes;
"Ice – man demanded in no uncertain terms that I, and the others had to make sure Charlotte and her latest conquest disappeared permanently, and get the kid back for him" Carlton was heard saying.
"Ice -man? Can you give us his correct name for the purposes of the tape please?" Catherine questioned.
"Uh, oh sure.......... He's My boss. The guy who's had me by the balls for over fifteen years now. Spencer Aaron Frost".
"Go on" Catherine prompted.
"Frost got us all the information we needed, funded any equipment or expenses we required. And once he knew where Charlotte was living he gave us the order to do it ASAP".
"But everything went wrong at the cabin. We called Frost telling him that we couldn't get to the kid in the roof space, so he ended up coming to try to get the boy out himself, but we heard a car engine and decided to get the hell out of there before we were caught".
"Frost went ballistic, he threatened me with blackmail, he has something on me that I have never wanted revealed to my family and friends. He gave me no other option but to get that kid back, with whatever means it took to do so".
"He gave us the Donormyl to dope the kid. Said he wanted it used on the boy. Wanted him kept quiet, until he could get him back to New York, and he didn't want any unwanted attention drawing to either himself or the kid, until everything blew over".
"I got the kid for him after nearly getting my ass chewed off, then doped the dogs, and called for my next instructions. He insisted I contact my old friend Heather Kessler, to have her look after him until the heat was off us all".
Gil's knuckles turned white with the sheer force of his restrained anger, as he observed Frosts little smirk as he listened to the recording.
Catherine interrupted, asking a question "Mr Carlton, can you tell us exactly why did Mr Frost want you to carry out these orders and kidnap Kye Meridian?".
A bitter laugh was heard, before Carlton spoke again "Because the little brat is his kid, his son and heir" a snort was heard on the audio "He's the only heir to a huge amassed Frost fortune, and a highly respected family in New York, and Charlotte never had him declared as the father on the birth certificate and wouldn't let him even have visitation".
"Not that I blamed her...........All that she wanted to do, was to get herself and her son as damned far away from Frost as possible and stay safe, live a life without his controlling ways".
"But Spencer Frost is not the biological father of Kye Merridian, our DNA test conclusively confirms that fact" Catherine replied.
Silence was played out for several seconds, then barking laughter was heard "Oh this is just so fucking poetic" Carlton chuckled out, just before Brass stopped the tape looking at Frost with a raised eyebrow and smile.
Holding both tightly clenched fists to his side now, Gil watched for Frosts reaction to the news intently.
Catherine slipped a sheet out from the file in front of her, then slid it across the table for Frost to see.
Grabbing the paper up quickly, Ice-man read the information, his facial features morphed from perplexed shock into raging anger.
In a split second, the man flipped out, sending clear evidence ziplock bags, paperwork, Catherine's file, the tape machine, Mr Michaels, and two metal chairs flying to the floor.
"That fucking whore!".
Brass quickly stood pulling Catherine clear of the table out of harms way, as two officers entered restraining the out of control man, cuffing him securely.
As Brass stated clearly that Frost was under arrest and being charged, he routinely relayed the Mirander rights over the din of the prisoners yelled curses.
"I knew she was fucking screwing around!".
"Fucking bitch!".
"Bitch".
"She...She....The fucking bitch used me!".
When it all kicked off unexpectedly, Gil had rushed out of the observation room, he took on a barely controlled angry stance, adrenalin coursing throughout his body, making his heart thump in his chest, as he stood in the open doorway of the interview room.
"That good for nothing little whore!".
Brass stood in front of Catherine shielding her from Frost, as the man spat out his torrent of obscenities.
The two officers having got him cuffed, had hold of either arm as Frost continued to struggle and shout irately.
Frosts crazed looking eyes locked with Catherine, as he surged forward, but was restrained "Who'd she fucking screw?" he spat at her, as if she were Charlotte herself.
"Who? God dammit?!".
"Tell me bitch!" he yelled as his face grew redder, and his eyes bulged "Who's the son of a bitch Daddy then?".
Mr Michael's got up of the floor backing away from the commotion, as he rubbed at the back of his head.
Grissom now marched into the room, no longer able to hold onto the control of his anger, as he fronted up to Frost, his fingernails digging into his palms, his knuckles white and numb, his chest heaving as his breaths were rapid "Shut your god damned mouth up, now" he demanded in a low, icy, warning tone.
The room went deathly quite, no one daring to speak or move, for several agonizing seconds, as only heaved breathes could be heard.
"Gil" Catherine tentatively spoke up from her position behind Brass, hoping to get him to back down, or calm at the very least.
Both officers decided it was time to move the prisoner to the lock up area, but Frost resisted, as he puffed out his own chest, his eyes moving to the man in front of him "Who the fuck......" he trailed of, before sudden realization hit him.
"Ahhhhhh.......The weirdo bugman himself" Frost lowered his voice, as he spoke directly to Grissom "Who thought he'd get laid by playing the Wizard of Oz, while listening to Pink Floyd on a date".
Grissom's eyes went deep dark blue, as he desperately fought the surge of angered emotion throughout his system, he knew he was being baited, but he was finding it harder to resist his threadbare control.
Frost let out a sarcastic laugh "So you did get to fuck her then" he stated, rather than asked.
His body relaxing somewhat, Ice -mans posture, took on a couldn't care less pose "Well I can say she was good for that at least" he he carried on baiting "Anytime, anywhere, good old Charlotte like a dog in heat".
Brass was seriously worried about the stand off, and where it was going, he tried to catch the eyes of his officers to get the prisoner out of the room, but they were too focused on watching Grissom simmering.
Grissom momentarily closed his eyes to try to regain his composure, before he was pushed too far, and did something he'd later regret.
Seeing this Frost carried on, bolstered up by the notion that he was safe with all the others in the room, to protect him if needed "Kids yours then old man, huh?" he grinned "Sniveling little brats more trouble than he's worth anyhow" he pushed on.
"Come on buddy, it's over" Jim spoke to Gil, as he took a step towards his friend.
Grissom just bore his glare deeper into Frost, not breaking his livid stance for one second, seemingly oblivious to everyone in the room but the man of his entire focus.
Seeing a small gathered crowd outside one of the interview rooms, all staring inward, Sara investigated for herself what was going on, then she quickly slipped into the room after assessing the tense situation.
A gentle, familiar hand reached out and touched Gil's arm "Gil?" Sara spoke softly to get his attention.
His angered concentration now broken, the unusually strong emotion now waning, he shifted his eyes towards Sara stood to his side, her sympathetic and pleading gaze seemed to be all that was needed to help him become grounded once more.
Sara reached for his closed aching fist, easing it open slowly, so she could entwine their fingers together as one "He's not worth it Gil........Lets go home" she asked him, as she squeezed his hand to affirm her words.
Letting as much of the tension in his body ease off for now, his anger mostly gone, Gil nodded perceptibly at her as he watched a gentle smile form on her mouth, he was continually amazed and in awe of her, with how she could easily make him feel better with just her presence.
The officers seizing their chance at the tender scene playing out before them, began to lead a defeated and almost visibly deflating Frost from the room, with a pointed look from their police captain, letting them know they'd probably be reprimanded later.
As the three got just outside the doorway, Frost threw one last thing over his shoulder as he was literally dragged away out of site.
"That whore got what was coming to her I can tell you, and it was such a turn on when I slit Charlotte's throat, seeing the life drain from her very eyes" he yelled to make sure everyone could hear.
Gil's grip on Sara's hand tightened to the point of being painful, as the words registered within his mind, and he felt compelled to want to chase after Frost, beat him into a pulp, just to enact his own punishment for what the man had done to Kye, his mother, her boyfriend, he and Sara.
But again Sara came to his rescue, prevented him from carrying out his frighteningly wishful, and scarily vivid thoughts, by placing a comforting hand to his chest, then rubbing it soothingly "Home Gil. Lets go pick up Kye" she reminded him as she winced at the pressure on her hand.
Shocked at not realizing he was hurting her, Gil immediately released his grasp on her hand "I....I'm sorry honey" he gasped out, as he felt a rush of regret wash over him, he pulled her roughly into his arms, not giving a damned who saw, as he buried his head in the hair of her neck, holding her tight.
Brass guided everyone out of the room using his hand on Catherine's back, and pointed glares at all the LVPD officers and personnel outside milling around.
"God I'm so sorry Sara" he mumbled out, as she wound her arms around him offering comfort "I …..I didn't mean........I wouldn't ever............Intentionally...I.....I....believe me honey" he tried to explain to her that he hadn't intended to cause her pain.
"It's okay Gil, I understand" Sara cooed, as she turned her head and placed a solid kiss to his head "Its all over now. We can get on with our lives now" she stated confidently.
Fifteen minutes later they were seated in Gil's Mercedes driving over to the lab to pick up Kye, and do exactly what Sara had voiced, get on with their lives.
A/N – The Grissom quote 'Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love you' (I added 'you Sara' on the end) Hamlet by William Shakespeare, Act II, Scene 2, sorry I didn't include the Charlotte, Heather, Hank talk in this, but it is over 5000 words, so I will just add another short chapter to this before the epilogue. More soon!