Humiliation is Sweet revenge

Humiliation is Sweet Revenge 06b

Author, disclaimers and notes etc. as previous chapter


Catherine could still feel his hesitancy, his fear, but she could also sense his mounting desire. She allowed some of her own to flow into him, not all of it though for she didn’t want to scare him, just wanted enough to fan the flames.

He release her mouth and started to pay careful attention to her neck, trailing hot, fiery kisses all down one side, then following the line of her shoulder. When he reached her bra strap he tentatively slipped it out of the way and continued kissing her, then followed her collarbone back to her negaingain. He did the same to the other shoulder and collarbone and then slipped his arms around her searching for the clasp of her bra. He pulled back looking at her with an expression of both puzzlement and annoyance. Catherine chuckled and sat back on her heels reaching up to the front of her bra she snapped it open and discarded it.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Grissom protested a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, spoiling his attempt at a frown. Then, almost shyly, he addeYou’You’re still overdressed,” and pointed to her lacy briefs. He expected her to stand up and remove them, but she surprised him again by just grabbing the front of them and ripping them off. She caught his look of astonishment and laughed, “It’s not just the boys scouts who are always prepared,” she told him.

Grissom took a moment to really look at the beautiful woman who sat before him offering herself to him. How had he ever gotten so lucky that she could want him, especially after all that had happened? His thoughts must have shown on his face for Catherine bent forward and just before she kishim him she muttered, “Stop analysing, Gil, and enjoy for a change.”

It was Catherine’s turn to trace kisses over Grissom’s body now and she took great care and enjoyment in it. She remembered a discussion she had had with a reluctant and mildly embarrassed Grissom over the use of male nipples during sex. It wasn’t a discussion he had wanted to have, which of course made Catherine all the more determined to pursue it. Now she decided to prove her point. She lathed her tongue around his left nipple and then began to suckle it. Grissom gave a soft gasp of surprise and she had to swallow the chuckle that caught in her throat. As a parting gift she nipped it twice, and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. Having succeeded she moved on to his right nipple and gave it similar treatment.

Grissom remembered that discussion too, and now he knew Catherine had been right. She had said it all depended on who you were with and if they knew what they were doing. Obviously she did. He had seen the challenge in her eyes that night and had been sorely tempted to take her up on it, but it hadn’t seemed right or practical. Now he wished he hadn’t waited so long. Suddenly he felt impatient, he wanted to take control and with great ease he flipped them round until erinerine lay beneath him. He saw the look of devilment on her face and smiled at her, now it was his turn.

Much as she was enjoying what Grissom was doing to the inside of her thighs and had exalted in the attention he had given to each of her breasts, Catherine was becoming impatient too. She wanted to feel him inside her and told him so.

Recovering his composure, Grissom prepared to enter her, then stopped, ‘damn,’ he thought, ‘condom!’ As if reading his mind, Catherine slipped her hand under the pillow and brought out a slim, flat piece of red foil. He smiled, she really had prepared for this hadn’t she? Ripping open the packet, she put it on him, her feather like caresses arousing moans of pleasure from her lover as she did so. ‘Her lover,’ she thought, she really like the sound of that.

He slipped into her moist, warm opening and revelled in her touch. Spurred on by her muscle contractions and movements all thoughts of fear and control evaporated. In a very short time they both cried out in joy and relaxed into one another’s embrace.

Grissom sighed and raising himself up on his arms looked into Catherine’s eyes, his face looking extremely bashful. “I’ll do better next time,” he promised.

Eyes twinkling in pleasure, she replied, “I can assure you, you did perfectly well this time, Mr Grissom.” Immediately she felt him tense and sensed the fear enclose him like a shroud. “What is it, Gil, what’s wrong?”

Saying nothing he abruptly left the bed and headed for the bathroom. Catherine followed him totally confused. Everything had gone so well, what had she done wrong? She found him disposing of the condom and cleaning himself up. As he heard her approach he turned his back and leaned over the sink. God he felt sick.

“Tell me,” she urged him, her hand clasping his arm, trying to express feelings of comfort and protection, “what did I do wrong?”

He shook his head, “You didn’t,” he sighed, “it’s nothing, I’m just being stupid.” Catherine could hear the anger in his voice and realised it wasn’t directed at her as she had expected, but rather at himself. “Gil?” she knew she had to get him to talk this through they couldn’t let it fester any longer.

His shoulders slumped in defeat. “It’s what he kept calling me,” he answered. Then through gritted teeth he added, “Mr Grissom,” he shook his head and turned to face her, pain echoing in his eyes, “stupid isn’t it, to be frightened of the sound of your own name?”

Tears threatened to over flow her eyes and she bit her bottom lip to cover her own anger. “There’s nothing stupid about it,” she said vehemently, “it’ll take time, honey, that’s all.”

Grissom knew she was right, but it didn’t help him here and now. How would he react the next time a perfect stranger ed hed him by his full name, if this is how he felt when it was Catherine? It was something he was going to have to learn to adapt to and quickly. He couldn’t afford to let it get a hold of him.

“Let’s go back to bed,” he suggested, unwilling to dwell on it just now, not after such a pleasant morning, “we can still get a couple of hours sleep before we have to leave for work.”

She knew what he was doing, but for now she let him. She’d keep an eye out and warn the others about this so they would all be prepared to help if this came up at work. “Okay,” was her only reply and they headed back to the bedroom.

Catherine tried to sneak out of the bed without waking Grissom but it didn’t work, the cold air getting under the covers must have disturbed him. “Where are you going?” he asked her sleepily.

“Got to go in early and finish up on some paperwork I’m being hounded on,” she lied and hoped he’d let it go at that. He didn’t.

“You’re a lousy liar, Catherine, now how about telling me the truth?”

“It’s nothing, Gil, really. I just need to get in early tonight.” Why did he have to be able to read her so well,h Edh Eddie she could have told him anything he wanted and he would have believed her, well except for the fact that there wasn’t anything going on between her and Gil. Eddie had always believed that was why their marriage had failed, he couldn’t see it was his own dishonesty, abuse and mistresses that had been the final straw. Then she stopped, realising what she was doing, comparing Gil to Eddie. There was absolutely no comparison, Gil Grissom would never do a tenth of the gs Egs Eddie thought he was entitled to do because she was his wife. ‘Better get off this track, girl,’ she thought, ‘pay attention to what’s happening instead.’

Realisation suddenly dawned on Grissom, “They’re bringing Cantanelli in aren’t they?” She couldn’t answer him at first, they all wanted to save him having to face this monster, why couldn’t he have left well alone? “Don’t lie to me, Catherine.”

She couldn’t, she wanted him to trust her and this was not the time to lie to him if that was going to be possible. She merely nodded. “I’m coming with you,” he stated giving her no option to discuss it.

Cantanelli sat in the interview room a big sneer on his face. He’d thought there might be the possibility they would get around to him in the investigation, but he knew they had nothing on him. They been very careful and he knew Grissom would not have the nerve to face him in court. They had done and excellent job on him. His revenge had just begun; soon his son’s torment would be equalled then surpassed. That was what he had promised him the last time he had visited him. Grissom would pay for the rest of his life and there was nothing they could do about it, they couldn’t guard him forever.

Nick Stokes and Sara Sidle stood watching the interview through the two-way glass. They had worked hard to get this man. It had taken weeks to find the connection between him and Grissom. Ten years this man had waited for his revenge but recent events had made his quest more urgent.

Ten years ago Grissom had been the criminalists who had proved his son Raymond Cantanelli had raped and murdered an eighteen-year-old prostitute and dumped her body. He thought he’d been clever, just as his father now believed, but Grissom had found trace evidence that had sealed his fate. Four weeks ago, in a bid for leadership, Raymond Cantanelli had gone up against a new inmate and been defeated. This had lead to his brutal beating and rape. The young man now lay in a vegetative state with very little chance of recovery. Even if he did, he would be paralysed from the neck down. Cantanelli senior held Grissom responsible for this, thus Grissom had to pay.

Both junior CSIs were surprised when the door opened; they were shocked when they saw Gil Grissom walk in a head of Catherine Willows. “So they finally ca up up with him then?” Grissom said calmly, watching everything that was going on in the other room.

“Yeah,” Sara managed to say looking atk fok for his reaction. They had all been warned that Cantanelli was being brought in today and had tried to think of various ways to keep their boss from finding out. They didn’t want him to have to face this animal.

“Brass gave the usual excuses, man power and area to cover,” Nick replied more smoothly, “Warrick gave him hell for it, but manage to persuade Jim to let him in on the interrogation.” He could see Catherine had the evidence file in her hands and supposed that she was going to be the one to spring it on the very smug Cantanelli.

“Don’t blame Brass, Nick,” Grissom warned him, “the guy has a lot of property and companies to hide behind, he’s not the type that’s easy to find, even on a good day.”

They all swung around as they heard Cantanelli laughing, “You’ve got nothing,” he barked, smiling at his attorney, “if you had anything I’d be sitting in a cell right now, not having a civil conversation with you.”

“You shouldn’t be here boss,” Nick said, feeling awkward. This Cantanelli was a bastard but they’d got him. Grissom didn’t need to put himself through this. But Nick was talking to thin air. Catherine and Grissom were gone.

The door swung open from behind Cantanelli, who didn’t even bother to turn and see who it was. He’d been through this procedure too many times before to be fooled by any good cop bad cop routine. However, something about the genuine look of astonishment on the faces of his two interrogators made him change his mind. Looking over his shoulder he was surprised to see Gil Grissom walk into the room, well maybe the man had more guts than he thought but he knew this wouldn’t go much further. “Come on, Devers, we’re leaving. This is a waste of time,” he told his attorney.

“Sit down, Cantanelli, you’re not going anywhere.” Grissom ordered, slamming the file down on the table, “Let me amend that. The only place you’re going to is jail, and that’s the evidence that is going to put you, Joey, Leo and Nicco Marchuchi there.”

The smile disappeared from the large man’s face, but he wasn’t done yet. “You’re bluffing, Grissom.”

“Try me,” was all the criminalists replied.

Cantanelli laughed, “I don’t mind, I’ll enjoy my day in court.” He obviously expected Grissom to back down from this, but he was in for a surprise.

Grissom smiled, “I’ll be more than happy to see you there,” he moved in closer, “don’t think I won’t. An animal like you deserves to be behind bars and I’m not too scared to see you there.” With that he turned round and left the room, leaving Jim Brass to read the other man his rites and take him to the cells.

Warrick looked at Catherine a genuine smile of triumph on his face. God his boss had balls to face up to that man like that. He wasn’t sure he could have done the same.

Catherine nodded at Brass and Warrick and would have gone to find Grissom then and there, but Warrick held her back.

Ten minutes later there was a knock on Grissom’s door, he knew before it opened that it would be Catherine. She walked in and found him sitting at his desk staring at his hands, which were shaking violently. “I lied, Catherine,” he said before she could even close the door, “I don’t think I can face that bastard in court and tell the whole world what he did to me.”

The defeated look on his face broke her heart. She rounded the desk, pulled him to his feet and hugged him. “You won’t be asked to,” she told him fervently.

He stepped back and looked at her. “Why because I’m a CSI?” Before she could answer he continued, “We expect other victims to face their attackers in court, why should I be shown any favouritism?”

“Gil, calm down,” Catherine urged him, “that’s not what I meant.” She waited until he re-seated himself at his desk and then continued, “Warrick just informed me that thanks to the evidence they were able to gather from your case they’ll be able to indite them for the murder of Jan Adams.”

Grissom was confused, the name was familiar but he didn’t know where from. “Who’s Jan Adams?” he asked.

Catherine grimaced, “She was the prosecutor at his son’s trial, it appears they tried the same thing on her not knowing she had a heart condition, she died before they released her but they dumped her body back at her house. Her injuries were consistent with some of yours.”

He sat there, shocked. They’d been after anyone they could get to seek their revenge. Would they have come for him if she’d survived? He couldn’t think that, he had survived and that was what was important. “But how will that stop them going to court?”

“If they want to avoid the death penalty they’ll have to stay out of court, the evidence is too convincing for a jury to decide otherwise, so you’re safe!” She exclaimed, relieved that at least that was all over and now they could get on witttintting things back to normal around here.

Grissom sat back, relaxing for the first time in weeks. Maybe Catherine was right, maybe now it was finally over. Sure there would still problems to be solved, the tests to be done, but now he could face them head on. He’d confronted Cantanelli and hadn’t folded. He called his bluff. He was stronger than he realised. More than that he now had Catherine, she would make sure he faced everything, leaving nothing that could be detrimental to their relationship and she was right, that was the way things should be.

He stood up walked over to her and kissed her. Gasping for breath she stepped back and looked at him in surprise, “Aren’t you afraid someone will walk in and see us?” she asked him.

He shook his head smiling at her, “I love you, Catherine Willows and I don’t give a damn who knows about it!”

The End!!