Just What I Needed
Chapter 4
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Stephanie Faisano was a typical Italian beauty. She was tall, slim, with very long legs and long brown hair. She usually wore the hair back in a ponytail while at work to increase her professional power.
She enjoyed being an attorney. She loved being at the head of the family business. She hated stupid people.
The person she had on her phone right now was a stupid person.
"Look," she said angrily, "Just tell me where the jewelry went."
Stephanie's secretary Giada could hear the conversation from the other room. She knew well enough not to interrupt when Stephanie was in lawyer form.
"It was NOT to be sold," Stephanie yelled, "It is personal property. Get it back!"
Clearly the answer given was not the one that Stephanie wanted to hear.
"I will be there in two days and will begin filing lawsuits against you and all of your people. You'd better find that jewelry and get it back to me PRONTO!" she yelled as she slammed the receiver down on the desk.
"Giada!" she yelled.
"Yes Stephanie," Giada answered promptly.
"Get me a flight to Nevada. I'll leave day after tomorrow when this case wraps up. Hotel and car."
"Yes ma'am," Giada answered, spinning quickly and returning to her desk.
Giada loved working for Stephanie. She paid well, she was out of the office a lot of the time, and she appreciated her approach to work.
She also knew that working for the Faisano family afforded a certain amount of protection for herself and her family.
"Phil too?" Giada asked as she was dialing the travel agent.
"Yes," Stephanie said, "Phil too."
Giada confirmed the travel info and printed it for Stephanie.
"Thanks," Stephanie told her, "I appreciate you."
"No problem."
"Now I need you to do some investigating for me, quietly, without telling Tony ok?"
"You got it."
"Some of my family's jewelry got sold with the rest of the estate. I need to find out who bought it."
"Got it."
Stephanie grabbed her briefcase and headed out the door.
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As the sun was setting, Grissom and Sara were preparing to go out for a nice dinner. They did not get to dine out often, especially not at dinner-time, so this was going to be a special evening for both of them.
Grissom, knowing how much Sara liked to see him in a grey shirt had decided to go with black dress slacks and a slate gray shirt. He did not choose to wear a tie this evening, trying to keep a fairly casual appearance.
Sara also had gone with the black slacks, she really wasn't much of a dress or skirt girl, with a simple teal blouse and printed scarf wrapped around her neck.
Grissom stepped out of the bathroom and gave a long whistle.
"I'm going to be with the most beautiful woman in the restaurant," he commented, smiling from ear to ear.
Sara, never having been confident about her looks, just smiled. She was often taken aback by how sweet Grissom could be when they were away from the office. Really, at work he was more like a computer than a person. He seldom gave compliments and often became so wrapped up in a case that he forgot to go home at the end of the day.
But she knew him better than most. She had met him under different circumstances, and she could wait for their private time to have his affection.
She slipped on her black flat shoes. They were shiny and dressy, yet comfortable and functional.
"You're not so bad yourself!" she answered with a huge smile, "But if we don't get going now, Dr Grissom, we will never keep our reservation!"
He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him.
"Dinner is overrated," he said, unwrapping her scarf and kissing her neck.
"Gil," she said, "I want to go out for dinner, but I promise you some dessert later!"
"If you promise," he answered, his eyes sparkling, "I will follow you anywhere."
"I promise," she answered, wrapping her scarf back around her neck.
He grabbed her shawl, wrapped it around her shoulders and opened the door for her to leave the room. Without her knowledge, he grabbed a small package and slipped it into his jacket pocket.
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The night was still and the Major and his wife were in the back of the store cataloging the jewelry they had acquired.
Neither heard the sound of the man coming up behind them.
The Major did not see or feel anything. The bullet completely obliterated his skull and the brain matter spattered the jewelry. Fortunately, there was only a few seconds between the first and second shots. Within seconds, both lay on the ground.
The jewelry was gathered in to a pillowcase and carried out the door of the shop.
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Dinner was set for the rustic restaurant on the outskirts of the property. The tables were set with white linens and beautiful silverware.
Sara's dinner was a beautiful mushroom risotto served with fresh baked bread and a luscious garden salad. Grissom had skipped the steak in deference to Sara's growing vegetarianism, and had opted for shrimp scampi.
They agreed that the dinner was exceptional.
They sat at the table waiting for their dessert and coffee to be delivered when the sound of a siren wailing through the otherwise quiet night.
"Are you fighting the urge to check your phone?" she asked.
He smiled. "Not with all the other things on my mind right now!" he replied.
"Like what?" she answered, knowing full well that his mind had gone to the gutter.
"Like this…" he said, sliding a small package across the table to her.
"Gilbert!" she exclaimed, "What have you done?"
"It's a treat for you," he explained.
"You really shouldn't have," she said, "But I'm glad you did."
She opened the package slowly, enjoying the anticipation.
The silver and turquoise necklace just about took her breath away. It was unique and beautiful. She loved silver and unique pieces, and this was both.
She took it out of the package and indicated that he should put it on her. He stood up, readjusting the pants that had previously not been so tight, and placed the necklace around her neck.
She leaned back to show him and knew by his smile that it looked right.
He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "It is perfect on you," he said.
The waiter had come up behind them and was placing the coffee and tiramisu on the table. Grissom returned to his seat and began to enjoy his scrumptious dessert.
Another siren wailed as the police cars travelled quickly from the station to their destination in the distance.
"Wow," she said, "That is a multiple roll out, I sure hope everything is ok."
"Me too," he answered, taking the last bite of the pastry, "Me too."
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The promised after dinner activities will be continued in the next chapter. Sweet smut is awfully good for dessert!