The Promotion of a Healthy Workplace Environment

The Promotion of a Healthy Workplace Environment


By: Stoked-55 and Saskia Mitchell


Disclaimer: We don’t own CSI, or any of the characters herein. Though Stoked wants GE and I want JF, on the lighted tables, if you please. All hail Jerry Bruckheimer, and long live JLA...


Rating: Um, Hard R. In some countries. This has some explicit content, so if you are under the age of say, 45, clear out now. Okay, it’s not quite that bad, lol.


Summary: This is totally tongue in...ahem, cheek. It’s a threesome fic, Nick/Sara/Grissom and it’s cheesy and humorous and not meant to be taken seriously at all. We’ve made fun of everyone and their mother, and some of it’s going to be really obvious, and some of it won’t, but we had fun doing it, and that’s what counts!


Stoked’s notes: God, I suck at these things... Okay, well I guess I’ll start of by thanking my partner in crime. You kick ass doll. We should collaborate again sometime soon. This was by far the most entertaining writing experience I’ve ever had and, whether the story itself is as amusing to others as it is to us or not. I guess that remains to be seen... I’m pretty sure we’ll succeed in shocking some, offending others and hopefully delighting at least a few. One thing’s for sure, we’re going to raise a many an eyebrow...


Saskia’s notes: Merry Christmas everyone!!! If we offend you with this fic of ours, take a number. I’m sure you could form a club even! (Long live JLA!) I know I’ve thrown her name in to many’a author’s notes, because she’s an incredible writer/inspiration, but I just wanted to reiterate how perfect I think she is. And what better way for us to show what utter fangirls of one another we are than to write a fic together? Stoked, I had so much fun, you’re the best, and if we ever write a sequel, I’m going to need new panties.


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It was the annual Christmas party at the Las Vegas Police Department Crime Lab. The party that most tried to avoid, and all found that they could not. Usually the Sheriff attended to go over quarterly and yearly numbers, so everyone had to at least drop by to listen to meaningless statistics, and plus, the pull of free punch usually drew crowds. Especially when laced with something vaguely alcoholic, courtesy of Greg Sanders. The only ones not in attendance, were Conrad Ecklie, who every year pretended to forget about the party, and Gil Grissom, who genuinely had forgotten every year since he’d been hired.

Nick was having a particularly bad night. They were waiting until the very end of the evening to announce which of the CSI applicants would be receiving the key position, and the suspense was almost making him ill. Or it could have been the candy. Nick Stokes had eaten WAY too much candy.

He knew that Sara had it in the bag. She’d been the only other night shift employee to put her hat in the ring, and the day shifters that had put their names in were nothing to write home about. He had a decent chance until he considered that it was Grissom and Ecklie picking the big winner. As long as it wasn’t Warrick, Ecklie didn’t care who got the position. And even though lately their relationship had been strained, everyone knew that Sara was Grissom’s pet, and moreover, Nick knew that Grissom would never do anything to jeopardize or hinder Sara’s advancement up the ladder. Regardless, he supposed he should stick around until they made the big announcement.

He looked at the clock, willing the hands to move forward, and sighed heavily. If only Sara were around to help him fight the boredom. It was no secret that he and Sara were stuck like glue lately—he because of the "murder central" debacle, and Sara just because she was even more Sara-ish than usual. He didn’t mind being the department pariahs, especially not with sexy, sexy Sara. He was a hairsbreadth away from finding the courage to ask her out—but something kept holding him back. Maybe it was the love he had for his own balls.

Looking around the party again, he saw not a single person he really wanted to talk to. Of course, he didn’t necessary want to *talk* to Sara, either. His fantasies were pretty much centered around pulling her into one of the empty labs and fucking her senseless over one of the wooden workbenches, making her cry out his name over and over again as she came like a …

"Hey Nick," Catherine almost-slurred as she sat down next to him. Oh God. Drunk, and therefore, flirty Catherine. Could the night get any worse? And where in the hell was Sara? Nick looked at the clock again, only to find that a mere minute had passed—he still had another hour until the big announcement.

Smiling thinly at Catherine, Nick stood. "Have you seen Sara?" he knitted his brows, but Catherine only shook her head.

Nick sighed. No one seemed particularly interested in his presence, so he managed to slip out unnoticed, and breathed a big sigh of relief once he was in the darkened hallway alone. If he knew Sara, he would probably be able to find her in one of the labs, slaving away on a cold case, or processing evidence or anything to get out of being even slightly social. He imagined her wandering in to the party, hair disheveled, lab coat swinging around her boyish hips, bewildered that anyone could have fun when there were *Crimes To Solve!*

The first step, he supposed, would be finding Grissom. Particularly since it would be Grissom who would be giving the promotion later in the evening. It was probable that he’d forgotten about that, too. Finding the door to Grissom’s office closed—usually a rare thing—Nick decided to investigate, thinking that perhaps Grissom wasn’t as clueless as he’d let on.
"Hey Griss?" Nick knocked, and opened the closed door, peeking his face in. What he saw shocked him.

Sara was in Grissom’s lap, her breasts eye-level, bobbing up and down as if she were giving Grissom a lap dance. Grissom looked duly uncomfortable, his face flushed and glasses fogging up with every hot breath.

"Nick!" Sara said, surprised. "I thought I locked that door."

"Nick!" Grissom squeaked. "You’re just who I wanted...er, wanted to see."

"What’s going on in here, Sara?" Nick asked, suspicious.

"Oh nothing," she winked. "Just trying to get a leg up on that big promotion."

"I see. That’s not all that’s ‘up’," he noted, glancing at Grissom’s crotch. Nick couldn’t be sure, but he thought his supervisor seemed oddly pleased by his observation. He looked back at Sara, somewhat hurt and started to back out of the room. "Well, you’ve obviously got your, uh, hands full Griss, so I’ll just…"

"No! I mean," Grissom cleared his throat and stood, carefully disengaging a chagrined Sara as he did so. "Um, is there something I can do for you? Anything at all?"

"Uh, I... uh, just came in for a breath mint," Nick replied, eyes still wide with surprise, hoping his simple explanation would allow him sweet escape.

"I don't have any mints. All I have is spray, do you want spray?" Grissom asked eagerly.

Nick blinked. If Sara Sidle were willingly straddled across his lap, come hell or high water, she would bloody well stay there until they were both too fucked to move. As it was, she was standing next to Grissom’s desk wringing her hands and looking thoroughly embarrassed.

"Uh, sure," Nick replied, too flustered to think of anything else.

Sara regained her sly smile. "Breath mints, Nicky? Who do you plan on kissing?"

Nick took the bait. "What if I said you?"

"I’d say lock that damn door and pucker up," Sara retorted.

Nick fully entered the room, closed the door and slid the lock on the handle home. He leisurely approached her, dying to call her bluff. He even went so far as to reach for the breath spray Grissom offered, but when it was clear he wasn't going to relinquish it, Nick dutifully dropped his jaw to allow Grissom to give him a couple of squirts. Mmm, minty. He put an arm around Sara’s waist and yanked her to him roughly, forcing her to splay her hands over his chest to keep her balance.

"We’re not even under the mistletoe," Sara pointed out, her voice low and breathy as she stared at his lips.

"I could give a flying fuck," Nick dismissed, crushing her lips under his and forcing his tongue aggressively between her lips to seek hers.

Across the room, Grissom delicately adjusted the front of his pants to accommodate the growing bulge. Nick was looking tall and muscular, holding Sara the way the hero on the cover of a romance novel would hold his heroine. While their kissing had caught him off guard, the sudden heat of arousal did not. He'd long longed for the body of his youngest CSI. He wanted to feel Nick's hard muscles, wanted to undress him slowly, fuck him mercilessly, and feel Nick's hot breath against his sweaty skin.

As he continued to watch Nick plunder Sara's mouth, he found his cock was becoming harder and harder and finally tented his Dockers. Sara broke the kiss with a desperate gasp for air, and then turned her face from Nick's chest to give Grissom a smoking hot gaze.

"My, my Nick," she purred, not taking her eyes off Grissom. "Is that a flashlight in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"Why don’t you come back to my place and I’ll show you," Nick muttered huskily, nuzzling her cheek.

"That doesn’t seem fair now does it?" she said, gently pushing Nick backwards. "Is Nick the only one who gets to celebrate Christmas this year?" she asked, moving towards Grissom the way an alley cat would strut towards it mate. Sara forced herself into his arms and leaned up to close her mouth over Grissom's. He gaped in surprise, giving Sara the perfect opportunity to slip him the tongue.

Grissom's hands grabbed Sara's hips to hold her steady as she arched against him. It was a pull beyond his own will, to hold her like this. Nick stepped closer; watching transfixed as Sara thrust her tongue in an out of Grissom's mouth in reckless abandon.

Nick couldn't believe what he was seeing – and didn't trust what he was feeling. Seeing Sara lost in pleasure, knowing Grissom was providing it, made him jealous, but at the same time, unbearably aroused. Finally, it was if something had snapped. Sara had given herself to him, and now to Grissom. They were way past playing by the rules. Oh, hell. If you can’t beat him, join them. He stepped close behind Sara, firmly grasping her biceps, and started pressing hot open-mouthed kisses on her neck and shoulder.

Sara moaned at the contact, leaning her head back to provide further access and revel in this new sensation while pressing her ass into Nick’s growing crotch. Grissom looked up from the broken kiss, bewildered. Seeing Nick’s soft lips and quick pink tongue worshipping Sara’s skin, making her shut her eyes and writhe her body between them, Grissom felt his groin tighten even further at the prospect of all the other things Nick’s mouth was capable of.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Without any further hesitation Grissom ducked his head in and he caught Nick’s traveling mouth with his, sweeping his tongue along the other man’s lips. Startled and confused, Nick pulled his face away and looked questioningly at Grissom who stared back, a deep yearning and uncharacteristic vulnerability in his blue eyes.

Sara, realizing she was no longer the center of attention, so to speak, stepped back slightly. All three stood in a still triangle, breathing hard, and stared, Sara back and forth between the two men, and Nick and Grissom at each other.

Grissom finally broke the silence with a single hushed word: "Please."

Nick didn’t say anything but slowly stepped forward, his body just inches from Grissom’s. He reached up with tentative hands and carefully removed Grissom’s glasses, folding them neatly and placing them amongst the clutter on the desk. He’d never kissed a man before, hell he’d never done anything with a man before, and was almost pleasantly surprised that being presented with the idea didn’t repulse him in the slightest. Not when it was Grissom—his mentor—his guide. Slowly he leaned in and pressed his mouth to Grissom’s.

Grissom’s breath caught in his throat when he felt the slow wet slide of Nick’s tongue on his lips, tasting, inviting himo hio his mouth. Groaning, he held Nick’s face to his own, probing into his mouth as deep as he could. Nick grunted softly in response, his hands coming to rest at Grissom’s waist. Their hips made contact, sending pleasurable shudders through them both.

Sara stood with her mouth hanging open, never so shocked, or horny for that matter, in her entire life. She never would have thought that watching two men, especially these two men, make out right in front of her would be such a turn on but her panties had rapidly become damp and suddenly felt uncomfortably tight.

Nick finally broke the kiss forcing Grissom to release his lower lip with an audible pop. They gazed heatedly at one another for a moment before Nick turned to Sara, not leaving the confines of Grissom’s embrace.

"So are you going to join the party Sar, or what?" he demanded breathlessly, arching an eyebrow and holding out a beckoning hand.

She approached as though in a trance, drawn to them. As soon as he could reach her, Nick’s hand went to the nape of her neck, massaging it and pulling her to him for another scorching kiss, his greedy tongue plunging into her mouth and swirling with her own. Grissom had a hand on each of their backs, snaking under their shirts to slowly rub up and down their smooth hot skin as he watched their kiss. Sara eventually pulled away and turned her face to Grissom, capturing his mouth in her already swollen lips.

Grissom thought that for sure the night could not get any stranger than it already had. But when Nick reached past Sara to begin unbuttoning Grissom’s shirt, he realized that it was going to continue to get stranger still, as long as he allowed it. He’d always secretly desired his young grasshopper, but never thought anything would ever come of it, especially not when Sara was watching his every move.

And she was watching, alright. She was watching, and could barely tear her eyes away long enough to pull her own top over her head and discard it on the floor next to her lab coat.

"There’s a blanket in the closet," Grissom gasped before Nick cupped his chin and brought his own lips to Grissom’s again in a hot, wet kiss. Grissom moaned, and dropped his hands to Nick’s waist, where he began to unbutton and unzip Nick’s pants. Sara was spreading the blanket out on the floor next to the desk, but they weren’t willing to wait that long.

"I have to fuck you," Nick panted in Grissom’s ear.

Sara stood up sharply, her mouth hanging open. Grissom was shirtless, and Nick’s pants were puddled around his ankles, and the head of his manhood was straining against the front of his boxers.

As Grissom tried to compose his thoughts—tried desperately to think of a reason why he couldn’t do this, especially now, especially with *them,* Sara circled around to Nick and pulled his shirt off, bringing her mouth back to his in a hard kiss.

Grissom seemed to have gotten his act together, for when Nick and Sara broke their passionate embrace, he was standing there in only his jockeys, looking exposed, for a change. Nick pulled away from Sara after a brief there’s-plenty-more-where-that-came-from kiss, and traced warm and amorous fingers down Grissom’s sides as he leaned in for another kiss. Sara had stepped back and began rummaging in Grissom’s desk drawer.

"Aha!" She said proudly, after a moment, holding up the tube of KY Jelly.

Grissom’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "How did you know that was there?"

"I have my secrets, too," she grinned wolfishly and tossed it to Nick.

Grissom shot her a glare, snatched the KY and had Nick turned around in a flash, bent over the desk. He eased Nick’s shorts down off of his hips, and the younger man assisted him by placing his hands palm-down on the blotter.

"Looks like I’ll be doing the fucking," he whispered in Nick’s ear, loud enough for Sara to hear. Grissom then bit down carefully on the back of Nick’s neck, the sensation of his teeth and the roughness of his beard making Nick quiver. He stopped to quy rey remove his shorts, then caressed up and down Nick’s bare back and bottom in his capable hands.

"Fuck!" Grissom swore.

"That’s the idea," Nick huffed somewhat impatiently.

"No, I mean I don’t have any condoms," was Grissom’s frustrated reply.

Nick looked up at Sara and jerked his head towards his discarded pants. "My left pocket."

Sara obediently knelt down at Nick’s feet and reached into his pocket to retrieve a ridiculously long string of condoms. She burst out laughing, making Nick frown.

"Jesus, Nick. How lucky did you plan on getting?" Grissom asked, reaching for one of the little packets and tearing it open with his teeth.

"Hey, it’s just lucky for you I always come prepared," Nick shot back.

"Always the boy-scout aren’t you?" Sara said, sitting on the desk beside them to watch the show. Nick grinned.

"You want it hard, Nicky?" Grissom asked, sliding the condom on.

"Do it, any way you want," Nick replied, panting with anticipation.

Grissom lubed his throbbing cock and tossed the tube onto his desk. Placing a gentle hand between Nick’s shoulder blades, Grissom started to press himself inside.

"OW! Christ Grissom, take it easy!" Nick gasped over his shoulder, cringing at the pleasure/pain of Grissom’s efforts.

"Sorry," Grissom grunted, fighting to control himself until Nick adjusted to his intrusion.

"Well, maybe if you weren’t such a tight ass Nick…" Sara quipped.

"Oh, fuck you Sara!" he snapped, but trailed off in a groan as he started to feel his muscles relax while Grissom continued to thrust his dick into his young student’s slick, warm body.

"Wait your turn," Sara purred, leaning over to lick his ear.

Nick suppressed cries of pleasure as Grissom’s cock now freely slid in and out, repeatedly touching his prostate.

Hmmm, Grissom thought, for a straight boy, Nick sure is loose.

Sara was dumbfounded and incredibly aroused by the scene unfolding before her, unable to stop herself from lightly running her hands over her body.

"Sweet Mother of Christ, that’s hot," she breathed as she fell to her knees in front of Nick, pressing her back against the desk.

Grabbing the breath spray from Grissom’s desk, she gave herself several big squirts before leaning forward to take Nick’s pulsing cock into her mouth, sliding the tip of her tongue down the shaft. Nick gritted his teeth hard at this new, sweet sensation. The menthol against the sensitive skin of his penis was almost unbearable. The wet heat of her mouth coupled with the coolness of the mint was driving him wild, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.

Nick’s ass spasmed around Grissom’s cock, making him moan in almost delirious ecstasy. Nick answered with a groan of his own when Sara upped the ante by cupping his balls in her hands and rolling them slowly across her hot palm.

As Grissom smoothly pumped, he couldn’t help but murmur silkily, "Who’s your boss? Say it."

"Oh, Griss, you are," Nick moaned.

Nick shot his load into Sara’s milking mouth with a harsh cry, then slowly withdrew, breathing hard. Grissom stood up straight, holding Nick’s sweaty trembling body against his chest and looked over Nick’s shoulder at Sara still licking her lips.

"Should we let the lady have a turn?" he murmured, nibbling Nick’s earlobe and lapping the salty skin of his neck. His hands caressed Nick’s chest and stomach.

"I think it’s only fair," Nick replied breathlessly, meeting Sara’s darkened eyes. He turned his head for another kiss from Grissom before the older man pulled away from him.

Grissom stripped off the condom, his penis still heavy and slick. He pulled her to her feet and tenderly lay her on her back on the desk after carefully clearing enough space, and hovered over her. Sara was sure that Grissom was going to plunge into her, and fulfill every long-standing fantasy she had, but when he climbed onto the desk too, she opened her eyes. Grissom straddled her hips and leaned forward, reaching for her breasts. Sara was then convinced he was aiming for her mouth, but to her very big surprise, he grasped the soft mounds of her tits, cupped them around his dick and began to pump into that lubed groove as fast as he could without discomfort. It seemed Lady Heather had taught him a thing or two. Mmm, Lady Heather. Sara indulged in a quick fantasy about Lady Heather in her corset, the creamy swells of her breasts spilling over the top of the fabric...mmmm...

She was abruptly brought back into the present when Nick’s cock popped into her line of vision. She could see he was slowly hardening once more, and watched as he struggled to open another condom packet with his shaky fingers, grumbling in frustration until the wrapper gave way. There was no way he could fuck her with Grissom practically sitting on her pelvis, and Sara had the absurd thought of Nick standing with a numbered slip, waiting for his turn to screw her. It was only seconds before Grissom spewed copious amounts of seminal fluid across the lush skin of her breasts, and Sara waited as he dismounted before reaching her arms out to welcome Nick home.

Nick came to stand at Sara’s feet and spread her legs slowly, worshipping her body as he stroked down her thighs, across her trembling tummy and breasts and then leaned forward to kiss her. Grissom, always thoughtful, had wet several paper towels at his sink, and proceeded to reach his hand between Nick and Sara’s bodies to clean her chest. Nick ignored him as he worked, focused on exploring and pleasuring Sara’s mouth the way he was about to satisfy her body, sliding his tongue slowly in and out.
Sara ran her hands over whatever part of Nick she could reach, up and down his arms and shoulders, over his back and around to his chest finding his nipples in sharp points that she rolled between her fingers. His mouth moved to her neck, licking and sucking hard until she mewled like a kitten. He moved down her chest, nipping at the freckles along the way, until he reached her breasts taking as much of the left one in his mouth as he could while massaging the other with his hand.

Nick looked up surprised when Grissom pulled his hand away, a thin strand of saliva glistening between his lower lip and her skin.

"Allow me," he said and lowered his head to lave her right nipple with his rough tongue. Nick grinned and returned to his task.

"Oh God!" Sara just about arched off the desk at the sensation of having both breasts suckled at once. Her hands sought out to run through their hair, signaling to them when they hit a good spot with light tugs and soft sounds.

Nick figured Grissom could hold down the fort at Sara’s breast, so he leisurely made his way down her ribs, across her soft tummy to her belly button and finally to the Promised Land between her legs. He placed soft kisses along the insides of both thighs before delving right in. Sara cried out and her hips bucked violently into his face.

"Sara," Grissom whined, pulling her hand from his head. "It’s a rare thing for men my age to have a full head of hair and I would really like to keep mine."

"Sorry," she gasped, gripping the edge of the desk instead. "A little to the left Nick – oh right there!" Her legs rested draped over Nick’s shoulders, and now her thighs tightened on either side of his head, trapping him there. This meant it was hard for him to breathe, but Nick couldn’t care less; he could die a very happy man, right here, right now.
Under the rapidly working and skillful tongues of both men Sara quickly reached her limit. Her eyes squeezed shut and she saw stars as she came.

Nick rested his head on her stomach, licking his lips and trying to catch his breath. Sara urged Grissom up to kiss her, the languid motions of their tongues soothing her as she came back down.

Grissom felt his own erection coming back with a vengeance so moved away to find another condom. Nick shifted, pulling Sara down a bit so her hips were at the very edge of the desk. Bending over to kiss her, sharing her own flavor, he brought the head of his penis to her opening, pressing just the tip inside her. Sara moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pressing encouragingly on his ass with her heels. Nick held her gaze as he buried himself completely in one quick stroke, sliding easily into her wet and waiting heat. Nick and Sara emitted twin groans and he immediately began a steady rhythm, slowly pulling out nearly completely then quickly thrusting in again. After a few minutes, he stood up straight, pulling Sara into a sitting position. His pace quickened at the pleasures the new angle created and Sara grabbed his face as she kissed him again, their hungry mouths meeting in a hot, wet fury of clashing tongues, lips and teeth.

Grissom sat in his chair, watching this intently as he leisurely ran his fist up and down his shaft. Not taking his eyes away he moved to the blanket on the floor, bringing his condom and KY with him.

"Nicky," he called softly.

Nick pulled his mouth away from Sara’s to look at his supervisor questioningly. His hips slowed, but maintained a constant rocking motion while Sara ducked her head to nip and kiss his neck.

"Bring her over here," Grissom commanded, sheathing himself once again.

"You going to double team me?" Sara growled, a feral grin etch-a-sketched onto her pretty face.

Ever the gentleman, Nick kissed her again, slowly. "Only if that’s what you want."

"It’s what I want, Nicky. Oh God, I want it. Both of you!"

Grissom lay back on the blanket, his cock in the air in a cheeky salute to both of them. Nick cupped the cheeks of Sara’s bottom and lifted her, carrying her with him as he walked across the room. He gently lowered her to her knees, letting her sink down onto Grissom’s lubed shaft slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation.

He kneeled in front of her, then sat back on his haunches in between Grissom’s splayed legs and moved as close to her as he could without penetration.

"Do it," Sara panted, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers in a hungry kiss. Nick edged his cock between her slick lips and plunged in to the hilt, reveling in the new tightness of her body. He could feel Grissom’s dick between the thin membrane and he had to hold Sara tightly to his chest and think about anything and everything but fucking her. Calculus...antelopes...regrouting tile...notebooks...buying shoes...

When he was convinced he wasn’t going to come instantly, he began to pump again, reaching his hand down to her clit to help her along, finding her hand already there, fiddling away. Sara reached climax, crying out and surging between them, writhing so much she almost dislodged Grissom and almost made Nick lose his load. Once she’d stopped coming, Grissom and Nick both began to thrust again, synchronizing their movements almost effortlessly. It wasn’t long before Grissom groaned loudly, and stiffened.

Nick, needing and craving more, cupped Sara under the arms and lifted her off Grissom’s body, rolling her onto her back on the floor next to him.

"I love it when you manhandle me," she gasped, biting on his earlobe.

He mounted her and began fucking her wildly, no rhythm whatsoever in his erratic thrusts. Sara didn’t seem to mind. She cooed beneath him, urging him on with insistent hands on his ass.

"Fuck me harder, big boy. You’re really filling me up, aren’t you? You’re so big! Come for me, Nicky."

"Oh, God, Sara," Nick panted out just before he came, hard, and collapsed against her. "Oh, Jesus, that was good."

"Merry Christmas, Stokes," Sara grinned, stroking Nick’s sweaty hair.

Nick cocked his head. "What’s with that? You never call me by my last name on Thursdays, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," she shrugged, and then made a comical facial expression.

Both men chuckled as Nick rolled off of her to flop onto the blanket next to a recovering Grissom. He winced and let out a groan.

"You know I never would have taken you for such an ass man, Griss," Nick said, looking over at his boss. "I don’t think I’m going to be able to sit for a week."

"You? I’ll be lucky if I can even get up and walk," Sara said.

Grissom raised his head to look at her over Nick. "Are you complaining?"

She giggled, "No, not at all."

A sharp knock on the door caused all of them to tense immediately and reach for any available cover.

"Anyone home?" Brass’s voice sounded loud through the door.

"Just me," Grissom croaked. "Finishing up the quarterly evaluations!"

"You know there’s a party going on, right?" Brass asked, amused.

"I’ll be down there in a minute," Grissom’s voice broke and when Brass didn’t reply, all three let out big sighs of relief. Grissom was the first to rise, almost immediately. He went over to his small sink and began to clean himself off, before hurriedly getting dressed.

Nick and Sara were still in one another’s arms, staring at each other lovingly when Grissom passed them on his way to the door, now fully dressed.

"I better go put in an appearance," he said, still flushed and hot. "I will explain your absence, but I want you both down there before midnight." He opened the door just slightly to make sure the coast was clear, then slipped out. Nick and Sara watched the knob jiggle as he re-locked the door.

"We should get dressed, too," Sara mused, tracing her fingers down Nick’s jaw.

"We have a few minutes," Nick leaned forward for a long, lazy kiss.

"Who do you think will get the big promotion?" Sara asked breathlessly when they parted. Her eyes shone with an emotion Nick couldn’t place.

"Mmmm, I’m not sure I care anymore," Nick murmured as he licked Sara’s neck sensuously.

"What is this, Nick?" Sara asked, gesturing at their naked bodies.

"What do you want it to be, Sara?" Nick answered, still absorbed in his thorough exploration of her neck and throat.

"I’m seriously attracted to you, Nick...you...man from Texas," she whispered.

"Good. Because I’m seriously attracted to you, too," Nick replied, finally looking at her. "Want to get married, and have lots of sex and babies?"

"Only if we can invite Grissom over every once in a while," Sara agreed, kissing Nick one last time before carefully rising to her knees and then standing.

Both CSI’s cleaned up and dressed before quietly slipping into the hallway, walking back towards the break room together.

"So that's why he's bowlegged!" Sara exclaimed as they neared the door, as if the thought had only just occurred to her.

Nick laughed, "Yes, baby, that’s why he’s bowlegged."



FINIS