Our Spot
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
10,486
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Our Spot
Title: Our Spot
Author: Msgrits
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI. Oh yeah but I do have a love child with Gary Dourdon.
Pairings: G/S and a small tiny hint of W/C
Ratings: R or NC-17
Spoilers: At the turn of every page.
Thanks to my betas Larissa and Bonnie
Sara looked across the desk at Gil Grissom. He had looked especially tired these days.
“Why do we have to do this?”
“Brass thinks that they will make a cop.”
Sara was dead tired and she could see that Grissom was nearing his breaking point. “We have to do this tonight?”
“Brass gave me a plausible explanation but that was 12 hours and four dead bodies ago.”
He tried to focus on her neck. Sara’s neck was long and graceful, the delicate lines dipped and fell with each breath. “Why can’t Catherine go?”
“He's afraid that some of the patrons or employees might know Cath from when she was a dancer.”
Sara nodded at Grissom. “Jim Brass better know that he owes me big for this one.”
Sara and Grissom were in his car. One of the county SUV’s would be too obvious. She sat back into the smooth leather of the Mercedes and listened to the soft music play on the radio.
"What Am I To You?"
By Norah Jones
What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Fast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue
Exactly, she thought, what am I to you, Gil Grissom?
Grissom watched Sara sleep. She was dead tired and he hated to wake her. “Sweetie, we are here.”
It sounded utterly natural Grissom waking her with an endearment. She opened her eyes,
“What’s the plan?”
“Just follow my lead.”
“Don’t I always?”
Indeed you do darling.
He took her hand as they entered the door. Sara did not know what she expected, but this was not it.
The Spot’s lobby was quiet and cool. Sara could hear a music drifting from some place she couldn’t see. A tall cocoa colored woman greeted them with a dazzling smile. Her hair was pulled back into sever knot. It revealed a high forehead. She wore a slinky dress that conspired to make the woman look like a snake. “Good evening. Would you like to see a menu?”
Grissom voice was smooth and sounded suddenly rejuvenated. “We have been here before. Who’s playing in the Blue Room tonight?”
“The Robert Templeton Trio.”
“Excellent.”
She propelled Sara towards the sound of the music. The Blue Room seemed central to the club's layout. From her vantage point Sara could see a small shop, the bar and a various colored and numbered doors.
The strippers were not of the juggle and wiggle sparkly skin variety, instead they were elegant and cool. Sara did not know if you could even call them strippers because they seemed to exit and enter either half clothed or completely nude. There was none of the emaciated bodies topped with grotesque artificially procured body parts. These women were authentic and real. They each held a specific appeal. Some were soft and Rubenesque, others were slender and well muscled, and still others were delicate but not child like. Each woman appeared classically trained in jazz, ballet, or modern dance. The men and women did not gape or ogle instead they admired the female forms that moved throughout the room.
Grissom pulled out a chair at a small table just to the right of the trio. Sara was surprised to see the bass player wink at Grissom. The waitresses wore short simple dresses that just grazed their lower thigh. They spoke softly and moved as if they were walking on air.
Sara suddenly felt like an overgrown duck amid beautiful swans. She was surprised to see Grissom staring not at any of the striking employees but at her. “My wife will have
an Apple Martini and I will have bourbon on the rocks. Could you also bring an assortment of the topas? My wife is a vegetarian. Could you keep that in mind?”
The word wife had created some odd power surge in him. “Very good sir. My name is Candice. Gloria will be your personal hostess this evening. She is with another couple, but she will be with you shortly.”
Grissom saw someone out of the corner of his eyes. Sara turned to see what she is looking at but only caught the mane of straight black hair. Grissom stood and spoke in a low whisper. “I will back in a few minutes. I see someone I know. I need to head her off
at the pass.”
Author: Msgrits
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI. Oh yeah but I do have a love child with Gary Dourdon.
Pairings: G/S and a small tiny hint of W/C
Ratings: R or NC-17
Spoilers: At the turn of every page.
Thanks to my betas Larissa and Bonnie
Sara looked across the desk at Gil Grissom. He had looked especially tired these days.
“Why do we have to do this?”
“Brass thinks that they will make a cop.”
Sara was dead tired and she could see that Grissom was nearing his breaking point. “We have to do this tonight?”
“Brass gave me a plausible explanation but that was 12 hours and four dead bodies ago.”
He tried to focus on her neck. Sara’s neck was long and graceful, the delicate lines dipped and fell with each breath. “Why can’t Catherine go?”
“He's afraid that some of the patrons or employees might know Cath from when she was a dancer.”
Sara nodded at Grissom. “Jim Brass better know that he owes me big for this one.”
Sara and Grissom were in his car. One of the county SUV’s would be too obvious. She sat back into the smooth leather of the Mercedes and listened to the soft music play on the radio.
"What Am I To You?"
By Norah Jones
What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Fast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue
Exactly, she thought, what am I to you, Gil Grissom?
Grissom watched Sara sleep. She was dead tired and he hated to wake her. “Sweetie, we are here.”
It sounded utterly natural Grissom waking her with an endearment. She opened her eyes,
“What’s the plan?”
“Just follow my lead.”
“Don’t I always?”
Indeed you do darling.
He took her hand as they entered the door. Sara did not know what she expected, but this was not it.
The Spot’s lobby was quiet and cool. Sara could hear a music drifting from some place she couldn’t see. A tall cocoa colored woman greeted them with a dazzling smile. Her hair was pulled back into sever knot. It revealed a high forehead. She wore a slinky dress that conspired to make the woman look like a snake. “Good evening. Would you like to see a menu?”
Grissom voice was smooth and sounded suddenly rejuvenated. “We have been here before. Who’s playing in the Blue Room tonight?”
“The Robert Templeton Trio.”
“Excellent.”
She propelled Sara towards the sound of the music. The Blue Room seemed central to the club's layout. From her vantage point Sara could see a small shop, the bar and a various colored and numbered doors.
The strippers were not of the juggle and wiggle sparkly skin variety, instead they were elegant and cool. Sara did not know if you could even call them strippers because they seemed to exit and enter either half clothed or completely nude. There was none of the emaciated bodies topped with grotesque artificially procured body parts. These women were authentic and real. They each held a specific appeal. Some were soft and Rubenesque, others were slender and well muscled, and still others were delicate but not child like. Each woman appeared classically trained in jazz, ballet, or modern dance. The men and women did not gape or ogle instead they admired the female forms that moved throughout the room.
Grissom pulled out a chair at a small table just to the right of the trio. Sara was surprised to see the bass player wink at Grissom. The waitresses wore short simple dresses that just grazed their lower thigh. They spoke softly and moved as if they were walking on air.
Sara suddenly felt like an overgrown duck amid beautiful swans. She was surprised to see Grissom staring not at any of the striking employees but at her. “My wife will have
an Apple Martini and I will have bourbon on the rocks. Could you also bring an assortment of the topas? My wife is a vegetarian. Could you keep that in mind?”
The word wife had created some odd power surge in him. “Very good sir. My name is Candice. Gloria will be your personal hostess this evening. She is with another couple, but she will be with you shortly.”
Grissom saw someone out of the corner of his eyes. Sara turned to see what she is looking at but only caught the mane of straight black hair. Grissom stood and spoke in a low whisper. “I will back in a few minutes. I see someone I know. I need to head her off
at the pass.”