Valentine's Day Massacre

Title: Valentine's Day Massacre
Author: dkscully
Category: Romance, GSR
Spoilers: Most likely, story takes place in season 5
Rating: NC-17 Kiddies begone!
Pairing: Grissom/Sara G/S GSR
Summary: Fluffy Valentine's Fun
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine. My regards to CBS, CSI, Alliance Atlantis, Bruckheimer,
Zuiker, etc… I’m just a starving actor who loves your characters. Lyrics belong to Melissa
Etheridge no infringement intended.

Saturday: February 12, 2005 10:58 PM

"So, Grissom, You going to Sara's party on V-Day?" Greg asked his boss
as the older gentleman walked into the breakroom.
"Party?"
"Yeah," Greg answered, "Sara, said that just because none of us could
get dates, it didn't mean we should all be alone on Valentine's Day, so
she's throwing a little get together at her place for all of us oh so
lonlies."
"Parties aren't really my thing, Greg."
"Right," Greg agreed as the rest of his team, which since Sophia's departure
consisted only of Sara, made her way to the breakroom. Before Sara had time to
sit down, Grissom had started giving out assignments. "Greg, you're with me,
we have a DB at The Flamingo, Sara hit and run on Tropicana. Since we are short
staffed, call me as soon as you've processed we may need you to help us or there
may be more assignments."
"Okay," she said as she flashed him a half-smile. She was still miffed by his taking
Sophia to dinner but was trying her damndest not to over analyze it especially
giving the fact that it was looking more and more like a going away dinner.
But she still had her suspisions regarding Sophia's designs on Grissom. And
she wondered if the woman had left Vegas altogether or if she was looking for
work in Sin City. She was still too sore to bring it up to Grissom.
Greg poured himself a coffee in his thermos and looked to Grissom, "Hey,
you want me to make you one?"
"No, thank you, Greg, let's just get going."
Picking up his kit, Greg followed Grissom from the breakroom.

Monday: February 14, 2005 8:47 PM

Most of Sara's party guests had already left. Hodges excused himself
around 6:30, then Bobby said his goodbyes, followed by David. That
left Nick and Greg with Sara. Nick offered to help
Sara clean up the place but she declined saying that she would get it after
shift ended in the morning. "You're sure, it would be quicker if we all
three pitched in?" the texan asked again this time volunteering Greg's help
also.
"Now, hold on there partner, I ain't here to do no cleanin', I'm here to
PARRRRRTEEEE," Greg said as he gyrated his hips a little.
"You know guys, this has been more like a high school dance, I mean no alcohol
and all," Sara offered this as an apology of sorts.
"Hey, can you see Boss's face if you guys came in tanked."
"You know, Nicky, you don't have to call him boss any more," Sara said.
"I know, just a habit now."
"My high school parties were never this fun," Greg interjected. Suddenly
he got an idea. "Hey guys, you wanna play truth or dare?"
Sara groaned at the idea. That game always got her into trouble.
Nick grinned his big Texas grin, "Yeah, hey two guys, one chick, this is
gonna be fun."
"Ha, who says the chick is interested?"
"Aw, come on Sara, don't be a wuss," Greg taunted. One look at Nick told
Sara he wanted to see her stand up to the challenge as well.
"Fine, Greggo, you want to play? Truth or Dare, Greggo?"
"Wait a minute, youngest gets to ask first."
"Not in my apartment. My house, my rules, but first we have to set consequences."
"Yeah, let's think of something good," Nick brainstormed.
"I've got it," Greg chimed in, "Anyone who fails to make good on his or
her dare has to convincingly confess his or her undying love to Grissom."
'Is that all,' Sara thought, as if she hadn't already offered her heart up on a
platter to have him shove it back into her face.
"Okay," Nick agreed.
"You in, Sara?" Greg asked.
She nodded her head and then turned to Greg, "Truth or Dare, Greg?
"Dare,"
"Okay, I dare you to do a strip tease down to your boxers."
Greg grinned and reached for Sara's stereo remote. He cranked up the volume
and started to swivel his hips as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head.
He licked his fingers and pinched his nipples.
"Oh my God, why do I get the feeling you've done this before?" Sara asked.

An hour and several dares later for Greg and Sara, Greg realized that Nick
had yet to take a dare. Greg began to formulate a plan in his mind. What
could he do to get them both realllllly good. After Sara finished burping
"Jingle Bells" per Nick's last dare, it hit him. He would get them both but
good.
"Okay, Greg, truth or dare?" Sara asked.
"Truth."
"Okay is it true you lost your virginity at 22?" Nick fell in the floor laughing
that Sara had really asked him THAT question.
"Yes, it is true, oh and Nick, it's your turn and I would like to point out
that it is odd that a big strapping young man like yourself has yet to take a
dare."
The moment of truth had come for Nick. He really was afraid of what either of
them might force him to do, but what scared him most was the consequence. He
couldn't imagine what he would do if he had to tell Grissom he was in love with
him. He clearly wasn't in love with the older man, but he had tried hard to
hide his sexuality and this was the last thing he needed. So any dare would be
better than confessing his undying love to Grissom. People would gossip even if it
was just a joke it would be rumored that he was gay. He knew it would come out
eventually, he just hoped it would be later rather than sooner. "Dare, are you
happy, Greg"
"Very, you have no idea." Greg laughed an almost evil laugh. "I dare you to tie
Sara to her bed over there and leave her."
"Now wait a minute, I never agreed to that."
"No, but if he doesn't do it we all know the consequence."
Nick didn't know what to do, his heart pounded in his chest. If he did this
Sara was going to be pissed but it beat the humiliation didn't it. Besides he had a
key to Sara's place and he could come right back and untie her as soon as Greg left.
Sara stood up placing her hands on her hips daring either one of them to come at her.
Nick looked to Greg and Greg just stared back. Nick knew the boy was dead serious.
Nick stood facing Sara, "I'm sorry, Sar," he said before he lunged for her.
Sara put up a good fight but in the end, Nick's musculature won out. Nick looked
at the brunette tied up spread eagle with nylons. He had to gag her when she
tried to bite him. He had never seen that look in her eyes and he knew when
she was released he was as good as dead. Greg grabbed Nick by the bicep and said, "I
think you've done this before Cassanova, now let's go."

Fifteen minutes later, Nick was on his way back to Sara's place to untie her when he got
the call.
"Stokes,"
"Nick, it's Cath, there's been a quadruple, drop whatever you're doing and get to 1102
Gregory Way ASAP, It's gonna be a long night."
Nick inwardly cringed at having to leave Sara like that but he didn't think he could waste
the twenty minutes it would take.


11:05 PM

Grissom tapped the eraser impatiently on the table. Sara Sidle was never late, not even
five minutes and he was beginning to get worried. He knew she was having her little
get together but he didn't think she would do anything irresponsible enough to miss a shift.
Especially when they were short staffed. No something must be wrong. He looked over
at Greg and for the first time noticed just how fidgety the boy was.
"Greg, what do you know about Sara being late?"
"Oh, nothing," he lied, "she probably got tied up or something, I'm sure she'll be here."
"Sara, is never late. Was there alcohol at this party?"
"No," Greg answered honestly this time.
That did it for Grissom, he was going to call her. He fished out his cell phone and hit
the preset button for Sara. After four rings it went to her voice mail. He dialed her
home phone, he got four rings then the answering machine. Now he was really worried.
"Grissom, maybe you should go check on her."
"What? I've got a shift to run."
"We don't have any new cases, I've still got to pick up those results from the Flamingo
case from trace and DNA. By the time you get back we may know something. It's a ten
minute drive. At least you'll know if she's just avoiding you."
"Avoiding me? Why would she be avoiding me?"
"Oh, you know women.'
"No, Greg, I don't, but maybe I should drive over just to make sure."
With that he left Greg snickering in the breakroom, "I wish I had set up a camcorder."


11:20 PM

Grissom rapped lightly on Sara's door. He heard a low muffled sound coming from the other
side. He reached down to test the knob and found it unlocked. He pushed the door open and
walked into the small apartment. The first thing he noticed was the fact that it was wrecked.
He mused that it must have been some party to be that messy and have no alcohol involved.
He closed the door behind him and he heard the sound again. Grissom brought his eyes up to
find the source of the noise. He was sure his heart skipped a beat. The most beautiful sight
he had ever beheld was before him. The vixen of his fantasies was bound and gagged and waiting
for him. God this was too good to be true. 'Of course it is,' his mind screamed, 'help her.'
"Sara, honey, are you okay," he ran to her side and began to untie the red bandana from her mouth.
"Who did this to you?"
Sara worked her jaw, wincing at the soreness, "this is Greg Sanders' sick idea of a joke."
"Are you okay?" he stood back and looked at her.
"Yes, I'm fine, I couldn't get to the phone when you called," Sara answered looking into
Grissom's gaze. She saw a look she hadn't seen directed at her in a long time. In fact
she had never seen it with such intensity. It startled her to the point that she had to break
eye contact. She shifted her gaze downward and saw his engorged member straining to make its
way out of the unfriendly confines of his pants. 'So, this gets him off, huh,' she had known
about Lady Heather but thought that it was probably an isolated incident. She had always assumed
he had been intrigued by their differences but now she was rethinking her earlier assumption.

Grissom was about to die. He knew that in all his life, he had never come so close to coming
without stroking his penis, wet dreams aside. She was gorgeous, her long limbs strectched out
to the corners of her bed. The long brown tresses framed her face and fell onto the yellow pillow
case. Her lips were red and swollen from the earlier friction with the bandana. He couldn't help
himself he had to touch her. He let the bandana fall to the floor as he reached his thick hand out
to stroke her face. Sara didn't move. She couldn't move, she was frozen. He was touching her.
Grissom, Grissom was touching her. "Sara, are you in any pain?'
"No," she managed to get out a croaked whisper.
"You are so beautiful, like this, like one of my butterflies, pinned to the board. This is
how I want you Sara, pinned and beneath me." As he finished talking his hand took one of her
breasts and squeezed it fully. He moaned at the feel of her in his hand. It wasn't enough.
He needed more. He sought the nipple through the fabric of her shirt. He was pleased to find it erect.
He pinched the hardened flesh between his thumb and forefinger and began to roll it.
Her back arched off of the bed in pleasure. The motion pushed her chest further into his grasp. "Sara,"
"Um?" was all she could get out.
"I want to make you come. Do you want to come for me?" She nodded. She didn't think she had
ever wanted to do anything to pleaes him as much as she wanted to give him this.
"Okay, Sara, I can make you come several ways. I can make you come with my fingers, I can get you off
with my mouth, or I can use my palm, or my thigh, my knee, or if you like I can fuck you real hard with
my cock and make you come all over my prick," he informed as he continued to tease her nipples.
"Cock, Grissom, I want it, your dick," she breathed heavily.
"I don't think you're ready for that honey, I think I'll rub you off."

Grissom positioned himself alongside Sara's body. He leaned in to kiss her on the lips. Sara
snaked her tongue out to lick his lips. Invitation offered, Grissom devoured her mouth, plunging his
tongue in deep to taste her. As he kissed he undid the button to her jeans and quickly released the
zipper. He slid his hand into her panties and found her wet. "Sara, sweetie, you're like Niagra Falls"
he was please to find that he aroused her so much. She smiled shyly and thrust her pelvis up so that
her clit bumped against his palm. "Eager, aren't we. I like that in a student and a lover," he winked
at her. "Patience, honey, I am going to give you what you need." He dipped dowm and sucked and nibbled
at her neck and collarbone. "Do you know how lovely your neck would look in a collar. I've
though about that a lot Sara." She ground harder against him. He removed his hand from her panties.
"I told you patience. Now you will really have to wait. Maybe, I'll make you pleasure me first."
Grissom realized he hadn't shed an article of clothing since coming into her apartment. For that
matter he hadn't removed any of her clothes either. Rising from the bed, he quickly shed his jacket,
he left his shirt on but took his pants off. His hard-on now tented his boxers proudly.
Sara looked at it wide-eyed. She had never had one that big. She doubted she would be able
to accomadate him. "Griss, it's, it's umI mean," she looked for the right word, "it's big."
The adjective seemed so inadequate but it was all her brain would supply her with for the moment.
"Well, then it is good for me that you have such a big mouth, isn't it?"
"What?"
"Your mouth, Sara, your exquisite mouth. I have had many fantasies about your mouth and the various
ways in which it could pleasure me. Have I told you how much I treasure your smile. How I long to see
my cum dripping off of your full swollen lips." Grissom pushed his boxers to the floor. He took his
stiff dick in his hands an stroked it a couple of times. Sara saw the clear fluid oozing out of his
head and felt a new trickle of wetness in her jeans. When Grissom rejoined her on the bed, he didn't
lay beside her this time. Instead, he stayed on his knees and poised his cock head at her lips waiting
for her to take him in her mouth. "My hands are tied," Sara tried to protest.
"Honey, you don't need them to suck me off. Now go ahead taste me. Lick my precum tell me what it's like."
Sare lapped his fluid off his prick as she was told. "Salty, a little bitter."
"Do you like it? I don't want you doing this is you don't like it."
"Oh, Griss, no, I love it, I want to suck you, I want you to you know what you said earlier."
"What, Sara, what did I say?"
"You know about my lips?"
"Why don't you remind me?"
"I want you to come on them," she shyly stammered.
"Thank you for saying it Sara, It is important to me to know that you want this." He kissed his index
and middle finger then brought them down to her lips. "Now, Sara, make me come for you."
Sara opened her mouth wide to take him in as fully as she could. She lapped her tongue along the under
side of his shaft and gently sucked as she began a bobbing motion. Grissom sat on his knees watching
her. Occasionally he would reach down and stroke her hair but he never forced his dick into her throat.
He let her set her own pace. She tried hard to take him into her throat but he was thick and long and
she had never really sucked dick that much so she wasn't really a deep throater. She would take him as
far as the back of her throat and them bob back up. She increased the pace and the constant bumping in
the back of her throat was causing her eyes to tear up. This only increased the throbbing between her
legs. As the tears ran down her face and onto his cock Grissom lost it. The coolness of the tears combined
with the hotness of her mouth and the fact that she was trying so eagerly to please him made him let go.
"Sara, honey, open your mouth wide." He stroked his cock into her face a couple of times never going deeper
than she had taken him herself. He held her head still and with one last push into her mouth he let go.
The first wave of jizz hit the back of Sara's throat which she happily swallowed. Grissom pulled out of
her mouth and stroked a few more times letting the second and third spurts cover her beautiful face.
"God, Sara, fucking beautiful, gorgeous baby, love you like this, my sweet honey," he rambled on as he came.
Grissom took a few minutes to compose himself, then slid in next to her again. He once again slid his hand
beneath her panties. Although he wouldn't have believed it possible he found her wetter than before.
Grissom slid two fingers into her tight snatch and began to pump. As Sara bumped herself hard agaist
him he bagan to pick up the pace. With each inward thrust of his fingers his palm ground against her
clit. Sara's back arched and a deep gutteral wail erupted from her throat that sounded something like,
"GodoGodGrissomloveyoucomingGrissuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Sara bucked a couple of times
the restraints pulling hard against the head and foot railings. Finally she collapsed onto the bed.
Grissom reached into his pocket to fish out a knife. He deftly cut her free from her bindings, not
really knowing what to expect. He almost expected a Valentine's Day massacre with he and Greg as
the victims. But instead she threw her arms around him and purred into his ear, "That is
the best damn Valentine I have ever gotten, and I have Greg Sanders to thank."
"Me too," he agreed as he pulled the covers over them.
"I still have on all my clothes," she said embarrassed.
"That's not true, I took your nylons off,"
"Smart ass," she snarked.
"Big mouth," he rebuffed.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Grissom."
"That's what I am counting on."