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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
60
Views:
6,882
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
ch 4
After the shift he put in, he headed straight to the Brothel completely skipping going home. He needed to get a release and masturbation just wouldn’t do it for him right now. He opened the door to Belladonna’s and walked in. Blanche greeted him and led him up the stairs to Bea’s room.
“So Mr Grissom, how are things with Bea?” She lit a cigarette.
“Better.”
“Her age has added to the experience?” She drew in a breath of smoke.
“Yes.”
“You are not a very talkative chap, are you?”
“No. I do what I need to do and that is it, now if you’ll excuse me I have a lady waiting for me.”
“Certainly, Sir. Enjoy yourself.” Enjoy myself? I wish. If it were only that easy, sex these days is just a means to an end, nothing more. It’s like a drug. I need it to survive. That may be a bit melodramatic, but try telling my sex drive that.
He walked in to find Bea ready for him. She was getting used to him. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he had to be introduced to yet another lady. He was hoping to soon be cured of his problem and not have to worry about it at all.
This life was becoming very scheduled and he was seeing more of the Brothel than his own townhouse. His house was only a place to sleep and he wasn’t even doing much of that lately. To him sex was science, or rather math. You add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and multiply. That was the basis of sex, to multiply or reproduce. He, however, was only using it as an addiction, like an alcoholic uses alcohol or a pusher uses heroine. This was his fix; he was no different from the scum they help put away on a daily basis.
He found himself doing the same thing for the remainder of the week, Brothel, home, work and the vicious cycle continued all week. His therapist wouldn’t be pleased with him.
“So Mr Grissom,” Dr Duluth began, “how has your week been?”
“Fine.”
“If this is going to work, Mr Grissom, you have to talk to me. So did you talk to Sara?”
“Yes. Actually she talked to me.”
“Did you respond to her?”
“No. Not right away. I did send her an email.”
“Good.” She was nodding. “Did she reply?”
“Yes.”
“How did you react to her reply?”
“I was scared. I still am.”
“What did it say?”
“That the past was the past and that we should try and move forward.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Confused. I don’t know if she wants to move forward with her or without her.”
“What else did she say to you, you said she talked to you?”
“Yes. She came to my office. She wanted to talk to me.” She passed him a glass of water and he nodded a thank you. “I told her to come in, what else could I do?” He took another sip of his water. She commented to me that we hadn’t talked about the shift changes. Did I mention to you about that?”
“No.”
“I’ll come back to that later. Anyway Conrad Ecklie is the Assistant Director of the lab. He got in the faces of all my staff. Sara felt she did our team some disservice. I assured her he would have done it regardless. She was ordered to go to PEAP counselling sessions because of her DUI.” He shifted in his chair. “I wasn’t a good boss, I should have checked up on her. She covered my ass to Ecklie. I apologized for being a horrible boss.” His voice trailed off.
“Are you going to continue?”
He nodded. “She confessed to me that I had always been a little more than a boss to her and that I was the reason she came to Vegas.”
“How did that make you feel?”
“Awful. I had a feeling that her feelings for me didn’t go away, but this proved it to me.”
“What happened after she said that?”
“She mentioned our relationship, calling it complicated and taking all the blame for it.”
“Did you say anything to her?”
“I tried, but no words came out. She moved on to tell me that she looked for validation in inappropriate places.”
“How did you react to that?”
“It left me spinning, I was even more speechless than before if that was possible.” He was snickering.
“So what happed next?” She busily wrote down some notes.
“She told me we could document this as our session and walked out.”
“Did you say anything else to her?”
“No, I couldn’t. My heart wanted to scream ‘don’t go’ but I couldn’t muster the words. I’m a coward.”
“All right, lets talk about your other habits. How have you been doing with them?”
“Awful.” He looked at the floor. He was ashamed.
“Awful?”
“Yes, I haven’t gotten any better. Actually, since the talk with Sara it has only got worse.”
“That is normal, Mr.Grissom. It is a transition period.”
“Could you please just call me Grissom? I’m not really one for formalities.”
“If that would make you more comfortable, I have no problem with it.”
“Thanks.”
“So what are you going to work on for next week, Grissom?”
“I’m going to email Sara back, see if I can start to mend this wrong I have done to her. I will also try to restrain more from the Brothel.”
“Good. How does that make you feel?”
“Scared. Actually terrified. I’m not sure if I can do this.”
“Everyone feels this way. I assure you.”
He left the office and rushed to his computer to compose an email to Sara. He smiled as he wrote it and quickly hit send before he lost his nerve.
To: ssidle@vegascrimelab.usa
From: ggrissom@vegascrimelab.usa
Subject: Re: Sorry
Sara,
I would love nothing more than to move forward, where do we start?
Grissom.
He jumped in the shower and went to bed.
When he woke up hours later, he still had that urging need. He hoped that soon he would be able to wake up and not feel the need to go to the whorehouse. He got dressed, headed to his truck and drove to Belladonna’s.
He walked in the door and once again was greeted by Blanche. “Heather called, she was asking about you?”
“Really? What did you tell her?”
“I told her you came here frequently. She is concerned about you.”
“She is?” He was rather surprised.
“Why don’t you go wait in the study for a minute, I’ll be right back.”
Grissom nodded and walked toward the study. Once inside he took a seat. There was a bar set up so he poured himself a drink. Blanche returned but she wasn’t alone. He turned to talk to her. “I helped myself…Heather. What are you doing here?”
“I was worried. Mom called me and told me how often you came here.”
“Mom?”
“Yes, Blanche here is my lovely mother, didn’t you notice the resemblance.”
He had notice all those weeks ago but put the thoughts aside.
“I used to work for her and then I branched out into my own business.” Heather added pouring herself a drink and sitting beside Grissom. She put her hand on his. “How are you?”
“I’m seeing a therapist.” He took a drink.
“That’s great.” She smiled at him, “How is that going?”
“Good actually, better that I originally anticipated.”
Heather took a drink from her glass. “Are you getting better Gil? I worry about you?”
“I think I will. Hopefully.” He gulped hard. “My therapist suggests that Sara is my key to getting better.”
“Why is that?”
“She figures that somehow our relationship ending and then her coming to Vegas coupled with me denying my feelings led me to this behavior.”
“So have you talked to Sara?”
“Kinda. She talked to me. That was a step in the right direction. I emailed her.”
“Still a coward I see.”
“Of course. So do I get the privilege of being served by you tonight Heather?” His grin was devilish.
“No, I’m off duty. I came here as your friend, Gil. Nothing more.”
“Oh.” He was a bit saddened by her comment but understood why she was doing it. “Blanche, is Bea expecting me?”
“Yes, she is in room three.”
“If you don’t mind ladies, I have some business to attend to.” He left the room.
Grissom finished his business and drove home. He was starting to feel guilty about his extra curricular activities for the first time in years; he just needed to learn how to stop the urges. He went home, showered, grabbed a bite to eat and went to work.
He looked at the computer screen willing a response to be there. Instead the ‘no new messages’ symbol flashed in the corner. Did I scare her off? I’m not sure I can do this alone. I need you Sara.
****************************************************************************
Sara stared long and hard at her computer screen. She sighed loudly, rubbing her temples as she felt a tension headache coming on. Then she started typing.
Grissom,
I have to ask if you’re sincere about wanting to start over. There’s a part of me that’s still” Sara paused as she thought of the right word. Then she changed her mind, backspacing to the beginning of the paragraph. “One day at a time” she wrote instead. She looked at the screen. Pushes send. Then she got up and left for her case. She would be able to avoid him again now.
He felt a nagging need to check his email. One new message blinked at him. Please be from Sara. Please be from Sara.
His heart stopped as he read whom it was from.
To: ggrissom@vegascrimelab.usa
From: ssidle@vegascrimelab.usa
Subject: Re: Sorry
Grissom,
One day at a time.
Sara
One day at a time, what does she mean by that? Does it mean she wants to try it one day at a time, is there hope? He sat down to respond to her email. Everything flooded back.
“No, I’m off duty. I came here as your friend, Gil. Nothing more.”
What's in the past is in the past. Let's try to move forward, shall we?
One day at a time.
Gil what is a toy going to do? He began to type a response to her email. Sara, please forgive me, but what do you mean by one day at a time. There is so much going on in my life right now I need just a little more clarification than that, please. He reread it and thought about it. Do I want to tell her this much? She to may ask for clarification, then what? He read over it again.
To: ssidle@vegascrimelab.usa
From: ggrissom@vegascrimelab.usa
Subject: Re: Sorry
Sara,
Please forgive me, but what do you mean by one day at a time. There is so much going on in my life right now I need just a little more clarification than that, please.
Grissom
With shaking hands he hit send. He closed the computer screen and headed for the bathroom.
“So Mr Grissom, how are things with Bea?” She lit a cigarette.
“Better.”
“Her age has added to the experience?” She drew in a breath of smoke.
“Yes.”
“You are not a very talkative chap, are you?”
“No. I do what I need to do and that is it, now if you’ll excuse me I have a lady waiting for me.”
“Certainly, Sir. Enjoy yourself.” Enjoy myself? I wish. If it were only that easy, sex these days is just a means to an end, nothing more. It’s like a drug. I need it to survive. That may be a bit melodramatic, but try telling my sex drive that.
He walked in to find Bea ready for him. She was getting used to him. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he had to be introduced to yet another lady. He was hoping to soon be cured of his problem and not have to worry about it at all.
This life was becoming very scheduled and he was seeing more of the Brothel than his own townhouse. His house was only a place to sleep and he wasn’t even doing much of that lately. To him sex was science, or rather math. You add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and multiply. That was the basis of sex, to multiply or reproduce. He, however, was only using it as an addiction, like an alcoholic uses alcohol or a pusher uses heroine. This was his fix; he was no different from the scum they help put away on a daily basis.
He found himself doing the same thing for the remainder of the week, Brothel, home, work and the vicious cycle continued all week. His therapist wouldn’t be pleased with him.
“So Mr Grissom,” Dr Duluth began, “how has your week been?”
“Fine.”
“If this is going to work, Mr Grissom, you have to talk to me. So did you talk to Sara?”
“Yes. Actually she talked to me.”
“Did you respond to her?”
“No. Not right away. I did send her an email.”
“Good.” She was nodding. “Did she reply?”
“Yes.”
“How did you react to her reply?”
“I was scared. I still am.”
“What did it say?”
“That the past was the past and that we should try and move forward.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Confused. I don’t know if she wants to move forward with her or without her.”
“What else did she say to you, you said she talked to you?”
“Yes. She came to my office. She wanted to talk to me.” She passed him a glass of water and he nodded a thank you. “I told her to come in, what else could I do?” He took another sip of his water. She commented to me that we hadn’t talked about the shift changes. Did I mention to you about that?”
“No.”
“I’ll come back to that later. Anyway Conrad Ecklie is the Assistant Director of the lab. He got in the faces of all my staff. Sara felt she did our team some disservice. I assured her he would have done it regardless. She was ordered to go to PEAP counselling sessions because of her DUI.” He shifted in his chair. “I wasn’t a good boss, I should have checked up on her. She covered my ass to Ecklie. I apologized for being a horrible boss.” His voice trailed off.
“Are you going to continue?”
He nodded. “She confessed to me that I had always been a little more than a boss to her and that I was the reason she came to Vegas.”
“How did that make you feel?”
“Awful. I had a feeling that her feelings for me didn’t go away, but this proved it to me.”
“What happened after she said that?”
“She mentioned our relationship, calling it complicated and taking all the blame for it.”
“Did you say anything to her?”
“I tried, but no words came out. She moved on to tell me that she looked for validation in inappropriate places.”
“How did you react to that?”
“It left me spinning, I was even more speechless than before if that was possible.” He was snickering.
“So what happed next?” She busily wrote down some notes.
“She told me we could document this as our session and walked out.”
“Did you say anything else to her?”
“No, I couldn’t. My heart wanted to scream ‘don’t go’ but I couldn’t muster the words. I’m a coward.”
“All right, lets talk about your other habits. How have you been doing with them?”
“Awful.” He looked at the floor. He was ashamed.
“Awful?”
“Yes, I haven’t gotten any better. Actually, since the talk with Sara it has only got worse.”
“That is normal, Mr.Grissom. It is a transition period.”
“Could you please just call me Grissom? I’m not really one for formalities.”
“If that would make you more comfortable, I have no problem with it.”
“Thanks.”
“So what are you going to work on for next week, Grissom?”
“I’m going to email Sara back, see if I can start to mend this wrong I have done to her. I will also try to restrain more from the Brothel.”
“Good. How does that make you feel?”
“Scared. Actually terrified. I’m not sure if I can do this.”
“Everyone feels this way. I assure you.”
He left the office and rushed to his computer to compose an email to Sara. He smiled as he wrote it and quickly hit send before he lost his nerve.
To: ssidle@vegascrimelab.usa
From: ggrissom@vegascrimelab.usa
Subject: Re: Sorry
Sara,
I would love nothing more than to move forward, where do we start?
Grissom.
He jumped in the shower and went to bed.
When he woke up hours later, he still had that urging need. He hoped that soon he would be able to wake up and not feel the need to go to the whorehouse. He got dressed, headed to his truck and drove to Belladonna’s.
He walked in the door and once again was greeted by Blanche. “Heather called, she was asking about you?”
“Really? What did you tell her?”
“I told her you came here frequently. She is concerned about you.”
“She is?” He was rather surprised.
“Why don’t you go wait in the study for a minute, I’ll be right back.”
Grissom nodded and walked toward the study. Once inside he took a seat. There was a bar set up so he poured himself a drink. Blanche returned but she wasn’t alone. He turned to talk to her. “I helped myself…Heather. What are you doing here?”
“I was worried. Mom called me and told me how often you came here.”
“Mom?”
“Yes, Blanche here is my lovely mother, didn’t you notice the resemblance.”
He had notice all those weeks ago but put the thoughts aside.
“I used to work for her and then I branched out into my own business.” Heather added pouring herself a drink and sitting beside Grissom. She put her hand on his. “How are you?”
“I’m seeing a therapist.” He took a drink.
“That’s great.” She smiled at him, “How is that going?”
“Good actually, better that I originally anticipated.”
Heather took a drink from her glass. “Are you getting better Gil? I worry about you?”
“I think I will. Hopefully.” He gulped hard. “My therapist suggests that Sara is my key to getting better.”
“Why is that?”
“She figures that somehow our relationship ending and then her coming to Vegas coupled with me denying my feelings led me to this behavior.”
“So have you talked to Sara?”
“Kinda. She talked to me. That was a step in the right direction. I emailed her.”
“Still a coward I see.”
“Of course. So do I get the privilege of being served by you tonight Heather?” His grin was devilish.
“No, I’m off duty. I came here as your friend, Gil. Nothing more.”
“Oh.” He was a bit saddened by her comment but understood why she was doing it. “Blanche, is Bea expecting me?”
“Yes, she is in room three.”
“If you don’t mind ladies, I have some business to attend to.” He left the room.
Grissom finished his business and drove home. He was starting to feel guilty about his extra curricular activities for the first time in years; he just needed to learn how to stop the urges. He went home, showered, grabbed a bite to eat and went to work.
He looked at the computer screen willing a response to be there. Instead the ‘no new messages’ symbol flashed in the corner. Did I scare her off? I’m not sure I can do this alone. I need you Sara.
****************************************************************************
Sara stared long and hard at her computer screen. She sighed loudly, rubbing her temples as she felt a tension headache coming on. Then she started typing.
Grissom,
I have to ask if you’re sincere about wanting to start over. There’s a part of me that’s still” Sara paused as she thought of the right word. Then she changed her mind, backspacing to the beginning of the paragraph. “One day at a time” she wrote instead. She looked at the screen. Pushes send. Then she got up and left for her case. She would be able to avoid him again now.
He felt a nagging need to check his email. One new message blinked at him. Please be from Sara. Please be from Sara.
His heart stopped as he read whom it was from.
To: ggrissom@vegascrimelab.usa
From: ssidle@vegascrimelab.usa
Subject: Re: Sorry
Grissom,
One day at a time.
Sara
One day at a time, what does she mean by that? Does it mean she wants to try it one day at a time, is there hope? He sat down to respond to her email. Everything flooded back.
“No, I’m off duty. I came here as your friend, Gil. Nothing more.”
What's in the past is in the past. Let's try to move forward, shall we?
One day at a time.
Gil what is a toy going to do? He began to type a response to her email. Sara, please forgive me, but what do you mean by one day at a time. There is so much going on in my life right now I need just a little more clarification than that, please. He reread it and thought about it. Do I want to tell her this much? She to may ask for clarification, then what? He read over it again.
To: ssidle@vegascrimelab.usa
From: ggrissom@vegascrimelab.usa
Subject: Re: Sorry
Sara,
Please forgive me, but what do you mean by one day at a time. There is so much going on in my life right now I need just a little more clarification than that, please.
Grissom
With shaking hands he hit send. He closed the computer screen and headed for the bathroom.