Chapter 2
I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!
In response to the CSIForeveronline April challenge.
Thanks so much for your kind words! I hope you will continue to enjoy!
Did I mention? It's going to get a little bit hot in here!
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Catherine Willows was a smart cookie. But she had not yet learned her lesson about gossip. For that reason, many people did not share their personal stories with her.
Catherine was in the middle of finishing one of the many files left on Grissom's desk as busy-work for her to do while he was away.
As Nick and Greg walked down the hallway, past Grissom's office, she heard the sound of juicy gossip. She couldn't resist.
She stood up and entered the hallway, placing herself within earshot of the men and listened.
"No way," Nick said, sounding like he could not believe what he had just heard. He shook his head.
They stepped in to the break room to grab a coffee.
As if on cue, Warrick joined them and immediately picked up on the conversation.
"What are you two girls talking about now?" he asked.
"Well," Greg began, "Grissom and Sara are both off at the same time and Nick was saying…"
"Hold on a second there bro…" Nick interrupted, "You were the one who was gossiping!"
Warrick cleared his throat, indicating that they had been joined by another person. He loved Catherine dearly, but he also knew that her hearing them gossiping about the boss was deadly for them. Grissom was a very private man and whenever he had heard about office gossip, he always made sure that CSI had dumpster duty for an extended time.
"Um, Cat…" Warrick stuttered, trying to think of a way to cover this faux pas, "We were um just talking about Hodges and … Mandy …" he let the sentence trail away, realizing he was so busted.
"No, you weren't either," Catherine said, fully entering the break room and observing the three CSIs looking sheepish at being caught in the act.
"Now Catherine, " Nick answered, "You know for a fact that we would not be talking about Grissom and Sara being off at the same time… Ow man that hurt."
Warrick's foot had hit Nick in the shin.
"Dang it man," Nick said, "We were already busted, be a man and fess up!"
With that, the CSIs all heard their pagers go off.
"Saved by the beep!" Greg said, happily making a quick exit to the locker room to get a jacket.
"I'll go get the truck!" Nick said, almost skipping out of the room, happy to be able to make a quick exit before being grilled by Ms. Willows. He knew Warrick had a way of handling the red-head that would absolve them from any guilt.
At least he hoped so!
Warrick, about to make his own excuse for leaving, was unable to avoid Catherine's glare.
She looked at him, checked around to make sure no one was nearby, and said, "What do you know that you haven't told me?"
Warrick smiled, his green eyes twinkling, "Nothing, it's just Greg talking out of his ass again. Every time Grissom and Sara have the same night off, he's convinced they are off having sex somewhere."
"They could be, you know," Catherine said after a moment to absorb the information.
"Nah," Warrick answered, "You know Grissom, he's too worried about his career. No, he's off checking out the bugs, I'm sure of it."
"Do you think people talk about us?" Catherine asked him, flashing him a sly smile.
"I hope they do!" Warrick answered, "Actually, I believe my ears are burning right now!"
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"Party of one, Dr. Grissom?" the young desk clerk asked.
"No, actually two," Grissom answered, checking the nametag of the young woman. Sara had told him he needed to use people's names more, so he had tried to get into the habit of looking at tags and saying names.
"Kim," he said, awkwardly acknowledging her. "Um, Kim, can I please get a bottle of a nice red wine sent to my room?"
"Sure thing, Dr. Grissom," Kim answered cheerfully, "and here are your two keys. I'll call room service for you right now."
He quickly went back to the car and handed Sara her key.
Sara was comfortably waiting for his return, enjoying the scenery and the cool evening air.
"This is beautiful Gil," she said quietly, "Absolutely breathtaking!" She had been admiring the huge wooden hotel building, set back into a vibrant grove of oversized trees. In the trees were small lights that made the whole front of the hotel look like it was shimmering in twilight.
"Yes," he answered, "This is a place I like to go to get away from the bright lights of Vegas. If only they had a roller coaster!"
Sara laughed, "I'm glad they don't, but I'm sure we can find other things to do to amuse ourselves!"
With that temptation, he forgot everything else. He quickly closed the car door and drove to their cabin. Without even unloading the car, he led her to the cabin door, and once inside, began kissing her with such unbridled passion that she could barely breathe.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to run her fingers through his curly hair. While she detested her own curls, she absolutely loved his.
He pulled her jacket off her shoulders and, without breaking the kiss, managed to get his own jacket off.
"Gil," she said, breaking away from his embrace, "Shower, Four hours in the car. I need to shower."
He shook his head.
"OK, what if I let you come with me?"
This time he nodded.
Within two minutes, they had stripped down to nothing and had entered the oversized shower.
Grissom stood, taking a deep breath and assessing the situation. Here he was, a man who had never ventured to have sex outside of the bedroom, or even out of bed for that matter, standing naked and erect beside a beautiful young woman. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever known, and, to be honest, he was often surprise what his body could do when it was beside her.
Grabbing the luxurious lavender soap, Sara began to wash her body. She was amazing, he thought, even after a long day at a crime scene, she always smelled good to him. She would tell him to leave her alone until she was clean, often precipitating a visit to the shower at the lab because she knew once they got to one of their homes, there would be no time for showering.
He gently took the soap from her hands and began to take over where she had left off. He took the soap and ran it under the water, then gently ran the bar down the nape of her neck, stopping just above her soft breasts. He rubbed the soap over her nipples and, watching them stand erect, used his thumb and forefinger to ensure both were completely clean. He then rubbed her flat stomach and spun her around to access her back. He gently ran the soap up and down her back, teasing her butt with the sweet smelling bar. She leaned forward, comfortably allowing him access to her entire body. He used that moment to take the soap to her very private curls and began to rub them, gently at first, deeper and a little more rapidly as she began to respond to the intimate touch, and then, just as she was beginning to think she would have to stop him, he moved the soap back to the water and handed it to her.
She lovingly took the softly scented soap and rubbed it across his chest. He was well built for someone who looked rather stocky in his clothing. She had asked him a million times to wear clothes that fit his build better, but he declined, saying he was comfortable. That was ok with her, she decided, it would be better to keep his physique a secret anyhow. Once his chest was suitably cleansed of the sweat from driving, she gently rubbed and massaged his back, and then moved to his penis.
He was already fully erect at this point, however her hands and the warm, lathery soap bar only made him even more excited. She used the soap to wash him from the tip to the balls. Every inch of him wanted her, to take her right then and there, without finishing this ritual, without any hesitation. He grabbed the soap from her hands and tossed it to the sink. He then grabbed her around the waist and lifted her to the angle he needed to enter her.
As he entered her, he watched her. He loved to see her reaction - her head back, water pouring down her neck and sides, her face totally at ease. Pushed up against a wall, warm water pulsing down their bodies, Grissom took a nipple in his lips and began to suck and nip, causing her to begin to shudder with excitement. He knew this was not going to take long for either of them. He pushed harder into her, beginning the rhythm of lovemaking. Slowly, sweetly, he began to rub in and out, up and down, over and over again until neither could stand to wait any longer.
"Sara," he whispered hoarsely, "I'm … I … " he couldn't keep his thoughts together.
"Go," she replied, happily finishing his thought for him, "I'm ready when you are!"
And with that, he released, causing them to both explode into an orgasm that shook the walls of the cabin. Still in each other's arms, Sara stood back on her feet and looked up at Grissom. He was beautiful. Especially after sex. His wet hair was shining, his face was totally relaxed, and he was happy.
She made him happy.
Without a word, she grabbed a towel and, turning off the water, wrapped him with it. She leaned out of the shower stall to grab the second towel for herself when she heard a knock at the door.
"Well," she said smiling at him, "I think we may have a noise complaint!"
He looked puzzled.
"Gil," she laughed, "there's someone at the door. Are you expecting company?"
He suddenly remembered he had ordered a bottle of wine. "No, dear," he answered, "It's room service with a little treat."
He took a second to compose himself and put on a robe from the closet. He went to the door and got the bottle and glasses from the steward, thankful he had thought to grab tip money from his pants that had been strewn on the bathroom floor.
When he returned to the bedroom, he found his beauty sitting on the bed, looking at the local guidebooks.
He poured them each a glass of the cabernet, and snuggled up beside her on the bed.
"Well," he asked, "What would you like to do?"
"Some more of that would be good," she answered.
He smiled.
She was happy and that was all that mattered to him.
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A/N FYI I intend to update this story two to three times a week for about 20 chapters, unless the muse takes me elsewhere! :o) Now go take a shower!