Humiliation is Sweet revenge
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,797
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Humiliation is Sweet Revenge 06a
Humiliation is Sweet Revenge 06a
Author: KhiDax
Pairing: G/C
Disclaimer: see previous parts
Rating: NC- 17
Spoilers: Just one from LHB I think, haven’t seen it yet anyway am I mad or what?
Dedication: To the girls on Graveshift for their wonderful feedback, to Aby my beta who doesn’t even like CSd tod to Vividlyblue1 who seems to have given me back my muse.
Author’s Note: This should be the last part so I hope you enjoy it!
Feek: yk: yes please!! But be kind!
Archive: You want it you got it just let me know where! :o)
Part 6
Some weeks later.
Gil Grissom stormed into his home and barely resisted the urge to slam the door, it would vent his frustration but that wouldn’t help. God sometimes he hated this job and the case they’d just concluded was one of those times.
It had been a very rough week. Nick and Sara had insisted on sticking with his case, as they referred to it, which left him, Catherine and Warrick to work on one of his pet hates. Two eight-year-old boys had been found four days apart. Classmates, one had been buried in a nearby park, the other found in the desert. Both had been sexually assaulted then murdered, their last hours on earth filled with terror. The similarities had point to one man being responsible, but it had still taken them the better part of four days to get all the evidence together so they could catch him. Just in time as it turned out, for they’d found another eight-year-old boy imprisoned in his apartment. The photos and paraphernalia scattered throughout the house had made him sick and angry. The case had deeply affected all of them. Grissom knew he should be satisfied that another sicko was off the streets, but he knew from experience that there would be another sick bastard just waiting to take his place.
He threw his jacket onto a chair and standing still he checked his pulse, it was racing and the blood was pounding in his ears. He took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself. A throb started in his temple and began to settle over his left eye. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘that’s all I need, a migraine.’ He walked over to the kitchen unit where he kept his medicines. Popping two into his mouth he took some bottled water from the refrigerator and swallowed them. Replacing the bottle he headed to the sofa, passing the cupboard where he kept a limited amount of alcohol. He thought of taking a drink but decided against it, not on top of the migraine meds.
He was about to stretch out on the sofa when a noise caught his attention. It seemed to be coming from his bedroom, but that couldn’t be right, there was no one else here or there shouldn’t be. Grissom froze, was it them again? God he hoped not. His stomach tightened and his heart began to race even faster. He berated himself, no they wouldn’t risk being discovered here, and they wanted to keep their anonymity. That would start all over again with another phone call; after all, why try to mend what isn’t broken?
Quietly and reluctantly he made his way along the hallway to his bedroom. Hiding in the living room wasn’t going to do him any good. Reaching for the door he grabbed the handle and thrust the door open into the room. Then he stopped in surprise, for there standing beside his bed was a very startled Catherine Willows.
“Gil,” she squeaked then clearing her throat continued, “I didn’t hear you come in.” She looked slightly guilty.
Grissom smiled, “Catherine, what are you doing here?” he saw the sparkle dim in her eyes and added quickly, “not that I’m not happy to see you.”
Catherine chuckled and put a jar of anaesthetic cream on the bedside table. “I saw you wincing and moving quite stiffly at work today and realised yere ere hurting, not that you’d tell anyone,” she explained, “so I decided to pamper you.”
He shook his head and rubbed his temples, he thought he’d managed to hide his growing discomfort. It was impossible for him to take care of all his injuries himself but he didn’t want Catherine to feel obligated, not that she would let anyone else help anyway. He didn’t know if she knew he’d heard her refuse Warrick and Nick when they’d offered. “I was just going to take a quick shower and then get some sleep,” he murmured knowing it was a lie the minute he said it. He also realised he was very glad Catherine was there.
“Migraine?” She asked seeing him rub his head and noticing the tension in his eyes, the stiff way he was holding his neck. He nodded. “Well your bath should be ready by now,” she told him, “I’ve added some Lavindin and peppermint oils to help you relax and when you’re ready I’ll apply the cream and give you a nice massage.”
It all sounded so tempting, “You don’t have to do all this, Cath,” he answered.
She smiled that brilliantly captivating smile that could light up a whole room and answered him, “Not have to, Gil, want to. Now go have your bath.”
He languished in the hot water letting the heat and the oils leach the tension out of his body, until the water grew too cold. Lethargically he staggered out of the bath and dried himself off, wrapping a clean towel around his waist. He hadn’t realised just howaustausted he was. Muscles in his arms and legs spasmed weakly and he ignored them, walking back into the room where his angel was waiting for him.
“Here you go,” Catherine smiled pointing to the bed and waiting for him to get comfortable. As she started to work the cream into his back his mind slipped back to the first few weeks after the attack.
Author: KhiDax
Pairing: G/C
Disclaimer: see previous parts
Rating: NC- 17
Spoilers: Just one from LHB I think, haven’t seen it yet anyway am I mad or what?
Dedication: To the girls on Graveshift for their wonderful feedback, to Aby my beta who doesn’t even like CSd tod to Vividlyblue1 who seems to have given me back my muse.
Author’s Note: This should be the last part so I hope you enjoy it!
Feek: yk: yes please!! But be kind!
Archive: You want it you got it just let me know where! :o)
Part 6
Some weeks later.
Gil Grissom stormed into his home and barely resisted the urge to slam the door, it would vent his frustration but that wouldn’t help. God sometimes he hated this job and the case they’d just concluded was one of those times.
It had been a very rough week. Nick and Sara had insisted on sticking with his case, as they referred to it, which left him, Catherine and Warrick to work on one of his pet hates. Two eight-year-old boys had been found four days apart. Classmates, one had been buried in a nearby park, the other found in the desert. Both had been sexually assaulted then murdered, their last hours on earth filled with terror. The similarities had point to one man being responsible, but it had still taken them the better part of four days to get all the evidence together so they could catch him. Just in time as it turned out, for they’d found another eight-year-old boy imprisoned in his apartment. The photos and paraphernalia scattered throughout the house had made him sick and angry. The case had deeply affected all of them. Grissom knew he should be satisfied that another sicko was off the streets, but he knew from experience that there would be another sick bastard just waiting to take his place.
He threw his jacket onto a chair and standing still he checked his pulse, it was racing and the blood was pounding in his ears. He took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself. A throb started in his temple and began to settle over his left eye. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘that’s all I need, a migraine.’ He walked over to the kitchen unit where he kept his medicines. Popping two into his mouth he took some bottled water from the refrigerator and swallowed them. Replacing the bottle he headed to the sofa, passing the cupboard where he kept a limited amount of alcohol. He thought of taking a drink but decided against it, not on top of the migraine meds.
He was about to stretch out on the sofa when a noise caught his attention. It seemed to be coming from his bedroom, but that couldn’t be right, there was no one else here or there shouldn’t be. Grissom froze, was it them again? God he hoped not. His stomach tightened and his heart began to race even faster. He berated himself, no they wouldn’t risk being discovered here, and they wanted to keep their anonymity. That would start all over again with another phone call; after all, why try to mend what isn’t broken?
Quietly and reluctantly he made his way along the hallway to his bedroom. Hiding in the living room wasn’t going to do him any good. Reaching for the door he grabbed the handle and thrust the door open into the room. Then he stopped in surprise, for there standing beside his bed was a very startled Catherine Willows.
“Gil,” she squeaked then clearing her throat continued, “I didn’t hear you come in.” She looked slightly guilty.
Grissom smiled, “Catherine, what are you doing here?” he saw the sparkle dim in her eyes and added quickly, “not that I’m not happy to see you.”
Catherine chuckled and put a jar of anaesthetic cream on the bedside table. “I saw you wincing and moving quite stiffly at work today and realised yere ere hurting, not that you’d tell anyone,” she explained, “so I decided to pamper you.”
He shook his head and rubbed his temples, he thought he’d managed to hide his growing discomfort. It was impossible for him to take care of all his injuries himself but he didn’t want Catherine to feel obligated, not that she would let anyone else help anyway. He didn’t know if she knew he’d heard her refuse Warrick and Nick when they’d offered. “I was just going to take a quick shower and then get some sleep,” he murmured knowing it was a lie the minute he said it. He also realised he was very glad Catherine was there.
“Migraine?” She asked seeing him rub his head and noticing the tension in his eyes, the stiff way he was holding his neck. He nodded. “Well your bath should be ready by now,” she told him, “I’ve added some Lavindin and peppermint oils to help you relax and when you’re ready I’ll apply the cream and give you a nice massage.”
It all sounded so tempting, “You don’t have to do all this, Cath,” he answered.
She smiled that brilliantly captivating smile that could light up a whole room and answered him, “Not have to, Gil, want to. Now go have your bath.”
He languished in the hot water letting the heat and the oils leach the tension out of his body, until the water grew too cold. Lethargically he staggered out of the bath and dried himself off, wrapping a clean towel around his waist. He hadn’t realised just howaustausted he was. Muscles in his arms and legs spasmed weakly and he ignored them, walking back into the room where his angel was waiting for him.
“Here you go,” Catherine smiled pointing to the bed and waiting for him to get comfortable. As she started to work the cream into his back his mind slipped back to the first few weeks after the attack.