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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
10,731
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13
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13
Chapter 13
Gil looked at his watch. Matthew wasn’t late. He never was. Gil was early. Depression had driven him from his house. Melancholy caused him to drink. Rosalyn watched worriedly from a corner. She wondered if the store had Mrs. Grissom’s cell phone number. Dr. Grissom wasn’t drunk yet, but he was well on his way.
Heather bumped into Rosalyn on the way into the lounge. “Lady Heather, excuse me.” She went to move past the other dominatrix but stopped. “You know the Grissoms don’t you?”
Heather looked towards the direction that Rosalyn had come from. “What's wrong?”
“Dr. Grissom is here alone. I asked him about Mrs. Grissom, but he says she’s not coming and his brother just called to say that he might not be able to make it. Dr. Grissom is drinking quite a bit. I was going to see if the shop had her cell phone number.”
Heather pursed her lips and reached for her phone. “If I don’t have it, I can find it. He’s in the lounge?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Tell you what. Let me try and handle it. If I need you, I’ll give you a nod alright?”
The younger woman’s relief was audible. She had no proof, but she was sure that Dr. Grissom would be inordinately difficult without his wife there. “Thank you, Lady Heather.”
Gil didn’t know how long Heather had been sitting at the table. He only turned when he went to look to the entrance for Matthew.
“Hey” Heather noticed that she received no hand kiss.
“Hello, Gilbert.”
“How long have you been sitting there?”
“Since the beginning of Summertime. Rosalyn says you are putting them away.”
“Matthew will be along to collect me soon I am sure.”
A chair beside Gil pulled away from the table and the younger Grissom sat next to his brother. “Did you get my message? Sorry, I am late.” The maleness in him perked up a bit as he looked across the table at Heather. “Matthew Grissom” He took Heather’s outstretched hand and kissed it.
She cast a look at Gil. “Well at least one you still has manners. Matthew, I have heard a great deal about you. Two single Grissoms is about all this town can stand.”
Matthew shrugged good naturedly. “I am afraid that number drops to one very soon.”
“So I hear. Shame really.” Gil looked at Heather who looked at Matthew as if he was a fly, and she was the spider. The waitress sat a glass at Gil’s hand after she took Heather and Matthew’s orders.
“So Heather, what do you do?” Gil smiled into his drink.
“The question is what doesn’t she do?”
Heather shot Gil a warning glance. “I run an establishment that is a little like this...”
Matthew looked at Gil appreciatively. “I do have the coolest big brother. You take me to cool places like this. Every woman you work with or are friends with is hot. I should have found you sooner. My twenties could have been so much better.”
They listened to music for while until Matthew looked at the screen of this cell phone. He gave Gil his “please don’t be mad at me, I am just the little brother” look. “Bro, I am afraid I am going to have to dump you.”
“Join the club. May I ask why?”
Matthew leaned into the table conspiratorially. “Sofia got a package in the mail today. She won’t tell me what it is, but she’s meeting me.”
Heather rested her chin on her hands. “Gilbert, the resemblance is more than skin deep.”
Matthew looked from dominatrix to scientist. His cadence sounded very similar to Greg’s. “You are so much cooler than anyone knows.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
Heather saw her opening. “Where’s Sara?”
Matthew picked at lent on his sleeve. Gil sloshed the ice in his know empty glass. The waiter appeared with a refill, deftly removing Gil’s empty from his hand. Heather’s dark eyes went from Matthew’s Jude Law blue to Gil’s Paul Newman blue from salt and pepper curls to dark brown curls. Neither would meet her gaze. “Oh dear. What happened?”
Matthew twisted his mouth in indecision. Heathers saw a chink in the amour. Heather gave him the full effect of her lethal stare. Matthew collapsed. “She broke it off with him.” Once Matthew started talking he didn’t seem able to stop. “She won’t take his calls. She avoids him at work. He’s miserable and mean.” Matthew said the last words with a satisfied whine finally glad to have someone to tattle too.
Gil was several drinks past caring that confidences had been broken.
“What did you do, Gil?”
“Why do you assume I did something?”
“Because I saw Sara last week and she didn’t seem like woman on the verge of breaking it off with the man that she’s crazy about.”
Matthew sounded like an amen at the Baptist church. “Exactly.”
“You talked to Sara?”
“I talk to Sara all the time.””
“Since when?”
“Since you started coming here.”
“What do you talk about?”
“Work, family, lovers.”
Gil opened and closed his eyes. “I think it was better when I didn’t know that.” He was reticent to ask the next question. “What did she say…about us I mean…about Sara and I that is?”
“She said she was tired of waiting on you.”
Gil’s head snapped to attention. “She said that?”
What does that mean? Is she still waiting on me?
Heather’s voice was full of accusation. “You must have done something.”
Gil turned as Matthew stood abruptly. He was looking at a female form behind Gil. Gil turned expecting to Sofia’s green eyes. Dark brown ones greeted him.
No one spoke. Matthew looked at Heather for a lead. Her eyes were glued on the couple. It wasn’t often she had the opportunity to observe couples that both loved one another and were suited for one another.
Sara took his face in her hands. She studied his pupils. “How many have you had?”
He kissed her wrist. She smelled of something tropical. “How many, Gris? You’re drunk.”
“Probably.”
“Is that what it takes for you to talk to me?”
Sara looked apologetically at Heather and Matthew. “I am going to take him home. Thank you, Heather.”
~~~~~
Gil didn’t remember much about getting home. The only thing he knew for sure was that Sara wasn’t there when he woke up. Now he, Greg and Sara were in the AV lab. Sara was showing Greg something about Easter eggs on DVDs. Greg was mooning over her as usual, and Sara was doing her usual bit of pretending not to notice him.
Greg wasn’t paying attention to what Gil was singing. He was always singing something or other. Sara, however, was acutely aware of the words and the tune. If she had turned slightly to her right she would have seen him looking not at his screen but at her. Truth was she didn’t have to turn around. She reluctantly handed the DVD to Greg. Nick needed it for a case he was working on.
“Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore”
“It seems that you bore it quite well without me, Gris,” she said jovially. She could not let him get to her. She would not. They had agreed to end things. Less than 24 hours later he started to break all the rules by calling her, sending her flowers, leaving notes in her locker.
At another place and time, she would have been flattered to have Gil pursuing her so vigorously. As it was she was dangerously close to falling back into his arms. She thought of Michael, of sweet, kind and increasingly suspicious Michael.
Her thoughts had preoccupied her and she had not heard him walk across the room. His shoulder touched her easily. The touch sent a needy sensation through her body.
“Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore”
”I miss you.”
“You see me everyday,” she said thinly.
His index finger stroked her wrists. There were still a faint outline that from the scarves the week before.
“Do you miss me?”
God yes. “Gil, please stop.” Her words were desperate.
“I miss you.” His words were desperate.
He turned her hand over. She didn’t stop him. His thumb rubbed the inside of her wrist.
“Please, Gil.”
“Please what, Sara?”
His eyes refused to leave her face. “You said we would end it. You promised.”
His fingers stroked the inside of her forearm. “It might be the only promise to you that I can’t keep.”
He lifted his fingers from her warm skin. She didn’t turn as he stood at the door. “I’ll see you after shift.”
~~~~
Gil bit softly into Sara’s neck. He growled low and hard. He looked down at her. A coating of sweat covered her face and neck.
“Does he make you feel like this? Does he make you come so hard that you can’t breath?”
Sara whimpered and twisted, trying to move away from the power he had over her. The knocking seemed at first to be other worldly. Sometimes her heart sounded in her ears when they were like this, not making love but savage and needy.
“Answer me, Sara.” His hands cupped her jaw so she would be forced to look at him. She shut her eyes solidly. “Look at me, Sara, and answer me.”
She did so reluctantly and happily. She vowed to herself that it would be the last time, that she was done with him, with this, with his body, with her needs, she had to get out and soon.
“No one makes me feel like you do.”
The knocking was real, real and close. He thrust himself deeper into her. He clamped down on her right nipple and sucked hard. She loved it and hated herself for loving it.
A sound made its way through the small apartment and ran across the hairs on her ear canal.
“Sara…You in there?”
Gil’s eyes danced with triumph and he slammed into her again. This time she came long and hard and desperate. He went right after her spilling himself into her with triumph.
Gil looked at his watch. Matthew wasn’t late. He never was. Gil was early. Depression had driven him from his house. Melancholy caused him to drink. Rosalyn watched worriedly from a corner. She wondered if the store had Mrs. Grissom’s cell phone number. Dr. Grissom wasn’t drunk yet, but he was well on his way.
Heather bumped into Rosalyn on the way into the lounge. “Lady Heather, excuse me.” She went to move past the other dominatrix but stopped. “You know the Grissoms don’t you?”
Heather looked towards the direction that Rosalyn had come from. “What's wrong?”
“Dr. Grissom is here alone. I asked him about Mrs. Grissom, but he says she’s not coming and his brother just called to say that he might not be able to make it. Dr. Grissom is drinking quite a bit. I was going to see if the shop had her cell phone number.”
Heather pursed her lips and reached for her phone. “If I don’t have it, I can find it. He’s in the lounge?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Tell you what. Let me try and handle it. If I need you, I’ll give you a nod alright?”
The younger woman’s relief was audible. She had no proof, but she was sure that Dr. Grissom would be inordinately difficult without his wife there. “Thank you, Lady Heather.”
Gil didn’t know how long Heather had been sitting at the table. He only turned when he went to look to the entrance for Matthew.
“Hey” Heather noticed that she received no hand kiss.
“Hello, Gilbert.”
“How long have you been sitting there?”
“Since the beginning of Summertime. Rosalyn says you are putting them away.”
“Matthew will be along to collect me soon I am sure.”
A chair beside Gil pulled away from the table and the younger Grissom sat next to his brother. “Did you get my message? Sorry, I am late.” The maleness in him perked up a bit as he looked across the table at Heather. “Matthew Grissom” He took Heather’s outstretched hand and kissed it.
She cast a look at Gil. “Well at least one you still has manners. Matthew, I have heard a great deal about you. Two single Grissoms is about all this town can stand.”
Matthew shrugged good naturedly. “I am afraid that number drops to one very soon.”
“So I hear. Shame really.” Gil looked at Heather who looked at Matthew as if he was a fly, and she was the spider. The waitress sat a glass at Gil’s hand after she took Heather and Matthew’s orders.
“So Heather, what do you do?” Gil smiled into his drink.
“The question is what doesn’t she do?”
Heather shot Gil a warning glance. “I run an establishment that is a little like this...”
Matthew looked at Gil appreciatively. “I do have the coolest big brother. You take me to cool places like this. Every woman you work with or are friends with is hot. I should have found you sooner. My twenties could have been so much better.”
They listened to music for while until Matthew looked at the screen of this cell phone. He gave Gil his “please don’t be mad at me, I am just the little brother” look. “Bro, I am afraid I am going to have to dump you.”
“Join the club. May I ask why?”
Matthew leaned into the table conspiratorially. “Sofia got a package in the mail today. She won’t tell me what it is, but she’s meeting me.”
Heather rested her chin on her hands. “Gilbert, the resemblance is more than skin deep.”
Matthew looked from dominatrix to scientist. His cadence sounded very similar to Greg’s. “You are so much cooler than anyone knows.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
Heather saw her opening. “Where’s Sara?”
Matthew picked at lent on his sleeve. Gil sloshed the ice in his know empty glass. The waiter appeared with a refill, deftly removing Gil’s empty from his hand. Heather’s dark eyes went from Matthew’s Jude Law blue to Gil’s Paul Newman blue from salt and pepper curls to dark brown curls. Neither would meet her gaze. “Oh dear. What happened?”
Matthew twisted his mouth in indecision. Heathers saw a chink in the amour. Heather gave him the full effect of her lethal stare. Matthew collapsed. “She broke it off with him.” Once Matthew started talking he didn’t seem able to stop. “She won’t take his calls. She avoids him at work. He’s miserable and mean.” Matthew said the last words with a satisfied whine finally glad to have someone to tattle too.
Gil was several drinks past caring that confidences had been broken.
“What did you do, Gil?”
“Why do you assume I did something?”
“Because I saw Sara last week and she didn’t seem like woman on the verge of breaking it off with the man that she’s crazy about.”
Matthew sounded like an amen at the Baptist church. “Exactly.”
“You talked to Sara?”
“I talk to Sara all the time.””
“Since when?”
“Since you started coming here.”
“What do you talk about?”
“Work, family, lovers.”
Gil opened and closed his eyes. “I think it was better when I didn’t know that.” He was reticent to ask the next question. “What did she say…about us I mean…about Sara and I that is?”
“She said she was tired of waiting on you.”
Gil’s head snapped to attention. “She said that?”
What does that mean? Is she still waiting on me?
Heather’s voice was full of accusation. “You must have done something.”
Gil turned as Matthew stood abruptly. He was looking at a female form behind Gil. Gil turned expecting to Sofia’s green eyes. Dark brown ones greeted him.
No one spoke. Matthew looked at Heather for a lead. Her eyes were glued on the couple. It wasn’t often she had the opportunity to observe couples that both loved one another and were suited for one another.
Sara took his face in her hands. She studied his pupils. “How many have you had?”
He kissed her wrist. She smelled of something tropical. “How many, Gris? You’re drunk.”
“Probably.”
“Is that what it takes for you to talk to me?”
Sara looked apologetically at Heather and Matthew. “I am going to take him home. Thank you, Heather.”
~~~~~
Gil didn’t remember much about getting home. The only thing he knew for sure was that Sara wasn’t there when he woke up. Now he, Greg and Sara were in the AV lab. Sara was showing Greg something about Easter eggs on DVDs. Greg was mooning over her as usual, and Sara was doing her usual bit of pretending not to notice him.
Greg wasn’t paying attention to what Gil was singing. He was always singing something or other. Sara, however, was acutely aware of the words and the tune. If she had turned slightly to her right she would have seen him looking not at his screen but at her. Truth was she didn’t have to turn around. She reluctantly handed the DVD to Greg. Nick needed it for a case he was working on.
“Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore”
“It seems that you bore it quite well without me, Gris,” she said jovially. She could not let him get to her. She would not. They had agreed to end things. Less than 24 hours later he started to break all the rules by calling her, sending her flowers, leaving notes in her locker.
At another place and time, she would have been flattered to have Gil pursuing her so vigorously. As it was she was dangerously close to falling back into his arms. She thought of Michael, of sweet, kind and increasingly suspicious Michael.
Her thoughts had preoccupied her and she had not heard him walk across the room. His shoulder touched her easily. The touch sent a needy sensation through her body.
“Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore”
”I miss you.”
“You see me everyday,” she said thinly.
His index finger stroked her wrists. There were still a faint outline that from the scarves the week before.
“Do you miss me?”
God yes. “Gil, please stop.” Her words were desperate.
“I miss you.” His words were desperate.
He turned her hand over. She didn’t stop him. His thumb rubbed the inside of her wrist.
“Please, Gil.”
“Please what, Sara?”
His eyes refused to leave her face. “You said we would end it. You promised.”
His fingers stroked the inside of her forearm. “It might be the only promise to you that I can’t keep.”
He lifted his fingers from her warm skin. She didn’t turn as he stood at the door. “I’ll see you after shift.”
~~~~
Gil bit softly into Sara’s neck. He growled low and hard. He looked down at her. A coating of sweat covered her face and neck.
“Does he make you feel like this? Does he make you come so hard that you can’t breath?”
Sara whimpered and twisted, trying to move away from the power he had over her. The knocking seemed at first to be other worldly. Sometimes her heart sounded in her ears when they were like this, not making love but savage and needy.
“Answer me, Sara.” His hands cupped her jaw so she would be forced to look at him. She shut her eyes solidly. “Look at me, Sara, and answer me.”
She did so reluctantly and happily. She vowed to herself that it would be the last time, that she was done with him, with this, with his body, with her needs, she had to get out and soon.
“No one makes me feel like you do.”
The knocking was real, real and close. He thrust himself deeper into her. He clamped down on her right nipple and sucked hard. She loved it and hated herself for loving it.
A sound made its way through the small apartment and ran across the hairs on her ear canal.
“Sara…You in there?”
Gil’s eyes danced with triumph and he slammed into her again. This time she came long and hard and desperate. He went right after her spilling himself into her with triumph.