CHAPTER TWENTY THREE (DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE....) SEXUAL SITUATIONS..MATURE READERS ONLY PLEASE
Jim Brass let the phone rang, his brow furrowed somewhat. Why wasn't she answering. He had wanted to get to the hospital but..then this new damned thing popped up.
Grissom looked up from his experiment. "Problem?"
"..No." Brass put his cell away absently. "So..what have we found out so far?" He had driven from the crime scene directly here once he had gotten the call from Grissom. "This has never happened before, has it? I mean..I don't remember you guys being so..eh.."
"Careless?" Grissom helped with the wording. He straightened, his back hurting him of late. "It's embarrassing, to say the least. Steven is an excellent.."
"No..I'm not saying anything like that. I know Steven is a very conscientious man. Shit happens. Even on the day shift." Brass shrugged. "But, you guys have found it, right?"
"No."
"What?" Brass was..surprised. "Really? It's been..what? Two..three hours now? How far could he have gone..he was dead, after all." He tried to make light of the whole thing.
"Well, he purportedly, is a vampire. Maybe he can't be killed." Grissom stated, his features quiet serious for all that. "Perhaps he simply..got up and walked out of the morgue."
"Ok, that vacation you have been thinking about?" Brass was in no mood for jokes. "Take it. Come on...seriously. What happened here?"
"Steven had processed the body..which is procedure." Grissom recounted the events as they had been explained to him. "He was about to turn it over to Doc Schaffer.. He had wheeled the guy into the outer waiting area, but Schaffer was already in process with a hit and run victim, so Steve parked our guy. He took a quick break..which he is entitled to do..."
"I know that." Jim wasn't looking to blame anyone.
"When he returned...the table was where he had left it..the body." Grissom spread his hands expressively. "Was not."
Brass..processed. "So, someone took the body."
"Most likely but..why?"
"The guy had an...assistant? One of which, we were not aware? Nothing pointed to two people on this one."
"I found no evidence to that fact, no."
"But, who would take the body BUT..someone Gossemer knew. Someone that knew what the guy had been up to?" Brass was working it out as he spoke. "Why take the body though..the guy is dead. It's finished or it's not. A protégé continues the work but...."
Grissom allowed the man to think the problem out.
"Why would he need the body?"
"And how did this assistant get past our security measures." Grissom wanted to know. "The video feeds show no one but personnel entering and exiting. No unauthorized visitors in any sections but those designated."
"That can't be...we need to check them again. The tapes. Maybe he was 'filed' in the wrong locker?"
"We have checked and re-checked. My team is going over them all evidence again." Grissom offered. "If there is something...we'll find it, but.." He shook his head. "And Jim...did you check the calendar? Tonight is a waxing moon."
"So? I get my silver bullets for werewolves?"
"The note he left behind on the door for Haley Meadows. It said.." Grissom had re-processed the paper. "By the dark of the moon..I will come for you."
"He's dead, Grissom." Brass sighed lightly, shifting his weight to the other foot. "He's not coming for anyone anytime soon..waxing moon..full moon...ass cheeks moon..not going to happen."
"It's seven days to the dark of the moon." Grissom pointed out. "That's all I'm saying."
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Duvalier had tried. On the Holy Bible, he had tried. He had even gotten up..walked away. Took an ice cold shower. Got some coffee..had a cigarette.
But now...he stood. Looking down on a peacefully sleeping Haley Sunshine Meadows. She looked so pretty laying there in the softness of the one lone light above the bed. Her hair, curled about the perfection of her face. Long and splayed out on the pillow case in unruly freedom.
She really was a very beautiful woman. He remembered the first time he had ever thought of her as beautiful..let alone..as a woman.
He had been given a commendation by the White House. He sent his team to receive the award. Haley had shopped for weeks for just the right dress.
She had found it. When she came into the bar that night..the one everyone had decided to meet at before attending the function...his jaw had dropped. As every other guy's in the place, he imagined.
Haley had been excited and nervous and on cloud nine. She was going to meet the actual President of the United States.
Duvalier hadn't even voted for the guy..he had no interest in medals or awards or Presidents. He had a job to do, just like any other of his kind. He did it. That simple.
He resented the fact one person or group was pegged for recognition while all the other saps were still out there in the field risking their asses. But his guys were hyped, so..he decided to give them their due for once.
That night..in that damned sea green dress...she looked amazing. He loved that dress! It showed off every facet of her..assets in the most flattering of ways. He hadn't even noted her 'assets' before. He had noted them from that night forward, however.
Which had bothered the hell out of the man for a goodly while.
He did not mix business with pleasure, so..he made it a point to always assign the woman with another member of his team. They were never alone. Never.
It worked well for the most part. He had figured, in time..whatever the hell he had been experiencing would pass and things would get back to normal soon enough.
He was in love with his wife..Julie was and would always be..the only woman he would ever feel such things for. The fact that she had died..left him alone. That didn't matter.
There was room for no other woman in his life.
So...how had he gotten to this point?
To the point where..he wanted to climb into that damned bed, have his fill of Haley Meadows..to hell if she was completely out of it..he wanted her..badly. As a man wants a woman. He knew he was a bastard for even thinking such thoughts.
Duvalier crossed to the window, looking out over the 'Neon City'..it all it's splendor. He didn't see the glitter or imaginative architecture. He allowed the quiet of the room to settle into his mind. He lifted his eyes to the night sky. The moon was almost gone. The clouds were wispy and light, moved along by a brisk Northerly wind.
He glanced back to a peacefully sleeping Haley Meadows.
The man needed to sleep, but he would find no rest in that damned bed of hers. He had awakened with a hard on the size of Pike's Peak...ok, maybe not that big. But damned painful, for all that.
Being next to her body, at first ..had been phenomenal. He had slept soundly. But, she had turned in her restlessness, her leg flinging over his thigh. He could feel the heat of her middle on his bare flesh, even through the panties she wore. The crush of her breasts on his chest.
He had lain there, suffering..agonizing mentally over the dilemma he had been thrust into. One of his own making, granted.
It would take so little simply to..shift a fraction...slide the silk of those flimsy little panties aside, ease into that hot, little cavern.
Vincent put his forehead on the coolness of the glass of the window, closing his eyes. His skin felt feverish..his blood was rushing through his veins, his pulse had quickened..
He could imagine his dick pushing against the slickness of her opening..feel the tension of the giving surface. Taste the texture of her nipple in his mouth..the heaviness of her breast in his hand.
The man followed the dictates of his body...his hand reaching, unzipping his jeans, his fingers struggling to extract his rod.
It felt the best when..the head sank past the resistance of her body.. When it was swallowed by the heat..the wet dampness awaiting him..as he moved forward, pushing deep into the ecstasy awaiting his exploration.
The man closed his eyes, and..imagined. His hand pumping his instrument slowly..steadily.
His breath had quickened..the visions allowed.
Sensual..erotic...lascivious visions..
Moving deeply into her body..quickly...roughly...passionately..
Duvalier's hand stroked his penis rapidly..the need growing like a hunger that could not be fed. . It felt so good....the tension was building inside his body and for once, he was not fighting it.
He was embracing it.. Anxious to experience it.
His body tensed, preparing itself for the release of the emotional strain the man was under. Voltage ran through his thighs, up through his stomach, tightening it spasmodically, down through his balls into his dick..
The man gasped at the strength of the implosion, his cream shooting from the slit, unto the tile of the floor beneath where he stood.
He stifled a moan of pleasure, enjoying the brief moment of euphoric bliss.
He stood quietly for a few seconds..his body calming after the effects of the episode.
He was not embarrassed or ashamed..just ...empty.
The man put his shaft away absently..glancing to the undisturbed woman in the bed.
It had helped somewhat, but..manual release was not going to work for very long, he knew.
Before Jim Brass came on the scene..he had all the time in the world. All the men she had dated were losers..none had caught her interest. She always found something to bitch about. She never accepted a second date.
Brass had been different. He had heard nothing but..Brass this..Brass that..for days after his arrival here.
Her eyes lit up when she talked about..Jim Brass.
Jim Brass scared the living shit out of Vincent Duvalier because he sensed beyond doubt that..the man held a power over Haley.
There were genuine emotions at play between the two. Brass was a decent man..a good man. Fuck him. He was even good for Haley, were Duvalier truthful with himself.
He wasn't sure how deep the emotions ran for the other man though. Maybe he had just been looking for a piece of ass. That, Duvalier could forgive and move past...eventually.
Once was bad enough..but, no way in hell, he would allow Brass inside Haley's cunt again.. Vincent had seen her first and was on the verge of revealing his feelings.
Hell..he hadn't even been inside himself as yet. And then..Brass came on the scene.
Matters would have to be moved forward..rapidly. He no longer had the option of patience.
Jim Brass had seen to that.
He would have to confront the guy...put it on the line. Find out what was what..but he had to do it without alienating Haley.
She was fond of the other man. Very fond. And protective of the bastard.
She took Brass' part today.. Allowed the man to touch her whenever he pleased. Hung on his every word.
This was bad...this was not good.
Duvalier returned his interest to the scene outside the window. He had plans to make..strategies to work out. It is what he did best. He could do this..it would just take concentration and determination.
He cleared his mind..
He could do this. Haley belonged with him. Now all that was left is..to convince the woman...and Jim Brass.