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Crime Scene #2
It’s possible a serial killer was beginning to establish themselves. Yet another dagger to the throat of a male. Sara stood in the dirty alley way, clicking away as she crouched and stood and shuffled around the victims body. He was left here in dirty puddles and piles of trash. The killer didn’t take time to cover the body, or to pull out the dagger, which looked oddly similar to the first victims. The wind whipped up around her, bringing the smells of decaying trash and death to her nose. An all too familiar smell in her profession. The police pushed back on looking crowds of people who were too nosey for their own good.
“Looks like we’ve got a few similarities here.” Catherine said stepping up close to Sara. Brass came out of the crowd carrying his usual note book.
“Can’t seem to find any witnesses. He came to the club with a couple friends.” He gestured toward the club with his pen. “Apparently it’s a gay club. They didn’t see him leave but figure it was probably to come out and ummm well get a little.” He made a face with a little grin. They got the point, quick bit of sex behind the club with a stranger, no attachment, also very dangerous. Apparently very dangerous for this guy.
CSI Lab
The team all gathered together at the table to compare notes. So far everything was pointing to the same killer. The public, well the gay public, would go into a panic if this news got out before they had all their facts straight. So far it looked as if gay men were being targeted just for being gay. Nothing was being taken; they were being stabbed in the throat by the same dagger. So apparently this male had bought more than one weapon. As far as they could tell there was no connection between the two victims other then being gay. And they could not figure out a motive except for a possible hate crime. They still had a lot of digging to do, they were far from the truth and there was a killer out there.
Later, long after the shift was supposed to be over the whole team was finally starting to straggle home. They barely made a dent in their case and they felt a little defeated. Sara made her way to Grissom’s office and sat in the chair.
“You are coming home aren’t you?” She asked in her gruff voice. Peering over his glasses, he looked at her.
“Why don’t you just move everything in.” She gave him a small smile.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Grissom took off his glasses.
“We say we waste time, but that is impossible. We waste ourselves.”
“You’re just quoting things now.” She grinned at him.
“What about my question?”
“Who says I haven’t moved everything in.” Sara got up and left him with a quizzical look on his face.
Grissom’s House
Sara eased herself down in the chair, in the house she can easily say both she and Grissom occupied. She rolled a waxy red delicious apple in her hand, thinking for a few brief seconds of its life up until then. Her teeth crunched into its flesh, the juices rolling down her chin. Sara’s body almost sighed with relief as she kicked off her shoes and let herself slowly relax and melt into the chair. The facts of the case roiled in her head. There had to be something they were missing. She closed her eyes and tried to picture the facts as she remembered them. Sara was getting up to throw the apple core away when Grissom walked in.
“What, no hug?” He asked. She strode over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. They rested their foreheads on each others.
“You know I could get used to this” Sara said quietly.
“I hope so.” Grissom lifted her chin up gently and looked into her eyes. “I want you to get used to it.” They both smiled then leaned forward and slowly kissed softly on the lips. Sara leaned in and kissed his neck, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder. They stood there a moment in happy contentment before finally pulling apart.
“Did you make any progress with the case?” Sara asked as she pulled him towards the bedroom.
“Unfortunately not. It’s hard to tell if the killer knew the victims or if he picks them out at random and gains their trust, at least in the case of the latest victim that may have been true.” He sighed, his face a picture of both determination and defeat. Sara began unbuttoning his shirt as they stopped at the foot of the bed.
“We’ll get this case solved. Sometimes the clues are harder to find, you know that.” She gave him a small smile. His face slowly unwound as his eyes turned toward hers and he began to smile. Sara slid her hands up his newly exposed chest.
“You’re right.” He nodded a little, still smiling down at her. “Sometimes I……” Grissom trailed off, brushing a stand of hair off her forehead. Sara raised her eyebrow and waited for him to continue, her hands resting on his bare chest. “I was fine without you, but I don’t know what I’d do without you now. I can’t believe the effect you have on me.” He paused and looked away for a moment. “I really love you more than you might realize.” His face was soft but serious. Eyes pouring out the emotion that sometimes he just couldn’t always express. Sara moved both hands to grasp either side of his face and gently pulled him toward her lips.
“I love you too.” She whispered, her lips brushing against his. Their mouths crushed together in a deep kiss only drawing away at the last second for air. Her tongue tracing across his lips in a slow salacious line. “Now I think it’s time for a shower; what do you think?” Grissom raised his eyebrow as Sara again grabbed his hand, this time drawing him towards the bathroom. She flicked the light on, dropping his hand as she turned seductively toward him. She began to do a slow strip tease in front of him, and as he went to help Sara held him off letting Grissom know the show was all for him. Her hands pulled off each piece of clothing in such a slow and teasing fashion. She let her hands wander across her own body briefly. He stared hungrily at her nude body as she came forward and began to undress him. All he wanted to do was touch her, but he held off as best as he could.
Sara’s wet lips grazed from his chest down, teasing him to no end. His body shuddered as she left wet kisses down his stomach, goose bumps forming on his exposed skin. Her lips were now just inches from his erection. He could feel her hot breath and a brief flick of her tongue. Grissom couldn’t handle it, grabbing the back of Sara’s head he pulled her up to him kissing her hard, their tongues lashing out against each others in a fury. Then she just pulled away from him, too quickly for his liking, walking away and stepping in the shower, the water hissing on. Grissom admired the brief view of Sara’s plump ass before following, the shock of the warm water hitting his body forgotten in seconds as Sara pushed his body against the cold stone tiles of the shower wall. She forced his arms out against the wall. His breathing was getting quicker in expectation.
She pulled on his lower lip gently with her teeth, drawing it into her mouth. Her tongue traced across his jaw line and down his neck where she started sucking, not caring if she made a mark. His arms were still pinned against the wall, he could break free if he really wanted to, but he didn’t. Grissom tilted his head back moaning quietly. She slowly slid down his body. Her lips encircled his erection, hands grasping his ass. He groaned out her name as she began her ministrations on him. Grissom wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold himself up, but he put a hand behind her head and the other against the shower wall. Grunts issued from deep within his throat as he felt himself getting closer and closer to reaching the edge before finally stars burst in front of his eyes. He felt his legs go weak and for a moment his brain stopped processing its surroundings. Sara’s lips once more on his, softly kissing him, brought him back down from his brief high. Blinking a few times he looked into her eyes. A small grin on her face.
“I’d say you enjoyed that.” Sara said quietly.
“I can’t argue with that.” A smile played on his lips. They took their time in the shower. Gently washing each other, caressing each others skin and often placing small kisses along each others bodies. Eventually they made their way to the bed, but Grissom wasn’t going to let Sara fall asleep without a little attention of her own, he wasn’t that kind of man.
Grissom kissed up the inside of Sara’s thighs, pulling them up over his shoulders as he moved. The sweet musky scent invaded his senses, causing the synapses in his brain to fire off and every nerve ending tingle. He breathed out against her clit and flicked his tongue against it. Her body jerked up against him. One arm held her hips, the other slid up her body and gently kneaded her breasts. Licking down, his tongue eased inside her, curving up hoping to find her g spot. His thumb rubbed her clit as his tongued moved in and out and around. Her body was writhing beneath him, various moans issued from lips aching to be kissed. His attention returned to her clit, his tongue flicking across it as fast as it could move. Her juices running down his chin, as her body jerked up and she tried to hold in her screams. But she was close and it was hard. His fingers rubbed against her g spot as tongued continued lavishing her clit. It didn’t take long for her body to jerk hard and stiffen. He grabbed hold of her hips and slid up her body, kissing her clavicle, under her chin, and finally her lips. They both grinned at each other. Grissom moved behind Sara, wrapping his arms around her kissing her neck.
They lay under the blankets, bodies melted into each other. Both half asleep, yet still unwilling to give into sleep quite yet.
“About us living together.” Grissom mumbled into the back of Sara’s neck.
“If you kick me out now I’ll have no place to live. I never renewed the lease on my apartment.”
“Oh…….But”
“I don’t really have that much and if you haven’t noticed I take up half the closet with clothes.” She grinned a little.
“Oh.” He grumbled again into her neck.