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Adult +
Chapters:
8
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4,782
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Humilitation is Sweet Revenge 02
Humiliation is Sweet Revenge 02
Author KhiDax
Pairing G/C eventually
Rating 12 later chapters NC-17 for violence and non-consensual sex.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Grissom, worse luck, Catherine or any of the gang. I just play in their sandbox.
Thanks to AbyKitten for being patient and betaing and vividlyblue1 for putting me up to this!
Feedback Yes please but please be kind this is my first CSI fic and I’m nervous! :o) e-mail KesNaya@aol.com
Archive: anywhere you like but drop me a line to let me know okay!
Author’s Note: Well here goes nothing this is part two!!
Part Two
Gil Grissom, clad only in a blanket, charged through his front door, silent tears of relief trickling down his pale face. He had never believed they would let him go alive. So immersed in his freedom and what he knew he had to do next, he never even noticed that there were keys in his door to let him in and he didn’t stop to retrieve them.
He staggered through to his bedroom, lying face down on the bed for the few minutes he could allow himself, and thought of the nightmare he was now caught up in. He hadn’t recognised any of the main players, couldn’t relate them to any of his old cases, but he knew that was what this was all about. They had told him that much.
‘No time!’ He thought, desperately. ‘Have to get to the lab now!’
He began opening and closing doors and drawers, gathering together the clothes he needed to go to work. No one could know what was going on, no one could suspect. That was the only way he could get through this day, if none of his team was aware of what had happened.
He dropped the blanket and picked up his underwear. A gasp of surprise coming from behind him startled him and he turned in that direction. Eyes wide with fear and consternation he just stared.
“My God, Gil!” Catherine Willows whispered in her anxiety. “What the hell happened to you?”
Realising that he was standing there naked and that she could see all that had been done to him, he grabbed for the blanket and lowered himself gently to the bed. ‘So much for secrecy,’ he thought, somewhat ironically.
“Catherine, please,” he began, trying to take a hold of the situation. “I don’t have time for explanations, I have to get to the lab.”
Cath stood watching him straining to put on his socks, shocked by his matter of fact actions, and the pain she could see in his every ment.ent. “It’s not the lab we need to get you to but the hospital,” she stated, moving toward him with outstretched hands.
He shrank back from her, not allowing her to come into contact with him. “No hospitals, you don’t understand!” He almost shouted, which was quite strange for the self contained man who rarely lost his temper. “I have to get to the lab before it’s too late.”
Catherine was confused, “Too late for what?”
Grissom took a deep breath, and turning his back to continue dressing, answered. “If I’m not in the lab within the next forty-five minutes, the people who did this will detonate a series of bombs they have already planted there.” He heard Catherine’s gasp of fear and could imagine the look on her face. “Not only that,” he continued, “but an innocent family will also die and I won’t have that on my conscious so help me dammit!”
Ten minutes later they were out the door and in Catherine’s Tahoe, speeding their way toward the lab.
“How do you know they’re telling the truth?” Catherine asked him as she drove. She could tell by the strain on his face and the pain in his movement he was in no fit state to be with her, never mind going into the lab.
“I don’t,” he answered, staring straight a head, “but could you live with being wrong?”
Catherine kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, willing him to talk to her, but he wouldn’t even look at her. What had happened to him, who could have hurt him like that? Typically he retreated into himself rather than explain something he obviously didn’t want to talk about.
When they arrived at the lab, Catherine and Grissom went in search of Brass. He would be the one who would lead the search for the supposed bombs on the premises.
It was clear from the first word that he was speculative.
“Why would someone contact you at home and tell you about a bomb here?” Brass asked him. “Why not just phone us?”
Grissom struggled with his reply, unwilling to let on about what had happened to him in the last twenty-four hours, but Catherine wasn’t so reticent.
“Who said they got him at home?” she asked, grabbing the back of Grissom’s jacket and shirt and slightly raising them. “They gave him an added incentive to believe them.”
Grissom was furious, but Brass was too quick for him so the older man got a good look at the mess of his back.
“What the hell Gil, who did this?” Brass was furious. Why would someone treat this mild mannered man like this?
“Never mind who or why,” Grissom almost growled at them glaring at Cath, ”just start the search will you?” His eyes were almost pleading and Brass didn’t like that look in them. “They said they’d blow the place if they thought we were trying to evacuate as well.” With that he turned from them and went into his office.
Brass used his cell phone to initiate the search of the building, telling his people to keep it as low key as possible, he didn’t want the staff spooked. Then he turned to Catherine, “All right Ms Willows,” he said, trying to sound official rather than worried, “what gives here? Grissom takes the night off and comes back in like that?”
Catherine shook her head, watching the closed door of Grissom’s office, wondering what was going through his head right now and how she could get him to talk to her.
“I don’t know, Jim,” she simply stated. “I found him like that at his house, he wouldn’t say anything about it other than he had to get here fast.”
She heard a cell phone ring and looked at her own then at Brass. Jim shook his head.
“No! I won’t, I can’t!” They were both surprised to hear the raised voice come from Grissom’s office.
‘That’s it’ Catherine thought. ‘I’m going to get to the bottom of this if it’s the last thing I do.’
Grissom’s door opened and a very pale, shaken man looked out. “Cath?” the small voice so unlike Grissom’s usual tone, that it hurt for Catherine to hear it, said, “can you come in for a moment. I’d like to talk to you about something.”
Without even a backward glance at Brass, though she would loved to have seen his reaction, she walked into the room.
Walking slowly to his chair, careful not to displace anything on his cluttered desk, Gil eased himself gently into the chair. He sat, staring at his desk for a few moments trying to find the words for what he needed to say. Catherine clearing her throat made him look up into her eyes.
at iat is it Gil?” She wanted to know. “Dammit man you’re scaring me and I don’t like it.”
Grissom sighed, he’d just have to tell her, there were no two ways about it. “That phone call was from my abductors,” he stated, desperately trying to sound as calm as he normally did, but it was a Trojan effort. “If I don’t tell the team and Brass exactly what happened to me last night they will detonate the bomb in an innocent family’s home.”CathCatherine was shocked. Yes she wanted to know what was going on, but to force Gil to bare his soul like that. To make him relive it again and in front of the kids, that was just plain criminal.
“What innocent family?” Was all she said, however.
“They used a man unconnected with the situation to drive me to them yesterday.” Grissom continued, “He said his name was Al Jordan and that they were holding his family hostage to make sure he did this for them.” He saw the questioning look in her eyes, “No, as far as I can remember I’ve never seen him before in my life.”
This was just getting more complicated. Someone had obviously thought this all out well in advance, but how had they managed it. The building was under security so how could they manage to plant the bombs here in the first place? Then she remembered. Two weeks previously a lot of contract work had been carried out in the area just above the foundation, something about a minor tilt?
“How much time did they give you?” she asked. He looked at her questioningly. “For your little speech?”
Gil swallowed convulsively, “They said the sooner the better.” He was dreading this. How would the others react to him after they had heard it all? How would he handle them knowing? At least Cath would be there with him. Surely she would see him through this. They had to know this wasn’t his fault, he wouldn’t bring this down on his worst enemy never mind on himself.
“I’ll go get the gang and then we can stay locked away in here where no one can listen,” She told him, “I won’t be long Gil, hang in there, we’ll get this sorted just you wait and see.” She saw the look of hope in his eyes at her comment. “Never forget, you are the victim, and that’s who we help. Especially when they are one of our own.”
TBC…
Author KhiDax
Pairing G/C eventually
Rating 12 later chapters NC-17 for violence and non-consensual sex.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Grissom, worse luck, Catherine or any of the gang. I just play in their sandbox.
Thanks to AbyKitten for being patient and betaing and vividlyblue1 for putting me up to this!
Feedback Yes please but please be kind this is my first CSI fic and I’m nervous! :o) e-mail KesNaya@aol.com
Archive: anywhere you like but drop me a line to let me know okay!
Author’s Note: Well here goes nothing this is part two!!
Part Two
Gil Grissom, clad only in a blanket, charged through his front door, silent tears of relief trickling down his pale face. He had never believed they would let him go alive. So immersed in his freedom and what he knew he had to do next, he never even noticed that there were keys in his door to let him in and he didn’t stop to retrieve them.
He staggered through to his bedroom, lying face down on the bed for the few minutes he could allow himself, and thought of the nightmare he was now caught up in. He hadn’t recognised any of the main players, couldn’t relate them to any of his old cases, but he knew that was what this was all about. They had told him that much.
‘No time!’ He thought, desperately. ‘Have to get to the lab now!’
He began opening and closing doors and drawers, gathering together the clothes he needed to go to work. No one could know what was going on, no one could suspect. That was the only way he could get through this day, if none of his team was aware of what had happened.
He dropped the blanket and picked up his underwear. A gasp of surprise coming from behind him startled him and he turned in that direction. Eyes wide with fear and consternation he just stared.
“My God, Gil!” Catherine Willows whispered in her anxiety. “What the hell happened to you?”
Realising that he was standing there naked and that she could see all that had been done to him, he grabbed for the blanket and lowered himself gently to the bed. ‘So much for secrecy,’ he thought, somewhat ironically.
“Catherine, please,” he began, trying to take a hold of the situation. “I don’t have time for explanations, I have to get to the lab.”
Cath stood watching him straining to put on his socks, shocked by his matter of fact actions, and the pain she could see in his every ment.ent. “It’s not the lab we need to get you to but the hospital,” she stated, moving toward him with outstretched hands.
He shrank back from her, not allowing her to come into contact with him. “No hospitals, you don’t understand!” He almost shouted, which was quite strange for the self contained man who rarely lost his temper. “I have to get to the lab before it’s too late.”
Catherine was confused, “Too late for what?”
Grissom took a deep breath, and turning his back to continue dressing, answered. “If I’m not in the lab within the next forty-five minutes, the people who did this will detonate a series of bombs they have already planted there.” He heard Catherine’s gasp of fear and could imagine the look on her face. “Not only that,” he continued, “but an innocent family will also die and I won’t have that on my conscious so help me dammit!”
Ten minutes later they were out the door and in Catherine’s Tahoe, speeding their way toward the lab.
“How do you know they’re telling the truth?” Catherine asked him as she drove. She could tell by the strain on his face and the pain in his movement he was in no fit state to be with her, never mind going into the lab.
“I don’t,” he answered, staring straight a head, “but could you live with being wrong?”
Catherine kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, willing him to talk to her, but he wouldn’t even look at her. What had happened to him, who could have hurt him like that? Typically he retreated into himself rather than explain something he obviously didn’t want to talk about.
When they arrived at the lab, Catherine and Grissom went in search of Brass. He would be the one who would lead the search for the supposed bombs on the premises.
It was clear from the first word that he was speculative.
“Why would someone contact you at home and tell you about a bomb here?” Brass asked him. “Why not just phone us?”
Grissom struggled with his reply, unwilling to let on about what had happened to him in the last twenty-four hours, but Catherine wasn’t so reticent.
“Who said they got him at home?” she asked, grabbing the back of Grissom’s jacket and shirt and slightly raising them. “They gave him an added incentive to believe them.”
Grissom was furious, but Brass was too quick for him so the older man got a good look at the mess of his back.
“What the hell Gil, who did this?” Brass was furious. Why would someone treat this mild mannered man like this?
“Never mind who or why,” Grissom almost growled at them glaring at Cath, ”just start the search will you?” His eyes were almost pleading and Brass didn’t like that look in them. “They said they’d blow the place if they thought we were trying to evacuate as well.” With that he turned from them and went into his office.
Brass used his cell phone to initiate the search of the building, telling his people to keep it as low key as possible, he didn’t want the staff spooked. Then he turned to Catherine, “All right Ms Willows,” he said, trying to sound official rather than worried, “what gives here? Grissom takes the night off and comes back in like that?”
Catherine shook her head, watching the closed door of Grissom’s office, wondering what was going through his head right now and how she could get him to talk to her.
“I don’t know, Jim,” she simply stated. “I found him like that at his house, he wouldn’t say anything about it other than he had to get here fast.”
She heard a cell phone ring and looked at her own then at Brass. Jim shook his head.
“No! I won’t, I can’t!” They were both surprised to hear the raised voice come from Grissom’s office.
‘That’s it’ Catherine thought. ‘I’m going to get to the bottom of this if it’s the last thing I do.’
Grissom’s door opened and a very pale, shaken man looked out. “Cath?” the small voice so unlike Grissom’s usual tone, that it hurt for Catherine to hear it, said, “can you come in for a moment. I’d like to talk to you about something.”
Without even a backward glance at Brass, though she would loved to have seen his reaction, she walked into the room.
Walking slowly to his chair, careful not to displace anything on his cluttered desk, Gil eased himself gently into the chair. He sat, staring at his desk for a few moments trying to find the words for what he needed to say. Catherine clearing her throat made him look up into her eyes.
at iat is it Gil?” She wanted to know. “Dammit man you’re scaring me and I don’t like it.”
Grissom sighed, he’d just have to tell her, there were no two ways about it. “That phone call was from my abductors,” he stated, desperately trying to sound as calm as he normally did, but it was a Trojan effort. “If I don’t tell the team and Brass exactly what happened to me last night they will detonate the bomb in an innocent family’s home.”CathCatherine was shocked. Yes she wanted to know what was going on, but to force Gil to bare his soul like that. To make him relive it again and in front of the kids, that was just plain criminal.
“What innocent family?” Was all she said, however.
“They used a man unconnected with the situation to drive me to them yesterday.” Grissom continued, “He said his name was Al Jordan and that they were holding his family hostage to make sure he did this for them.” He saw the questioning look in her eyes, “No, as far as I can remember I’ve never seen him before in my life.”
This was just getting more complicated. Someone had obviously thought this all out well in advance, but how had they managed it. The building was under security so how could they manage to plant the bombs here in the first place? Then she remembered. Two weeks previously a lot of contract work had been carried out in the area just above the foundation, something about a minor tilt?
“How much time did they give you?” she asked. He looked at her questioningly. “For your little speech?”
Gil swallowed convulsively, “They said the sooner the better.” He was dreading this. How would the others react to him after they had heard it all? How would he handle them knowing? At least Cath would be there with him. Surely she would see him through this. They had to know this wasn’t his fault, he wouldn’t bring this down on his worst enemy never mind on himself.
“I’ll go get the gang and then we can stay locked away in here where no one can listen,” She told him, “I won’t be long Gil, hang in there, we’ll get this sorted just you wait and see.” She saw the look of hope in his eyes at her comment. “Never forget, you are the victim, and that’s who we help. Especially when they are one of our own.”
TBC…