| Words. Warmth. 'That's...that's not English,' a part of me realized and I opened my eyes to find Natasha stroking my hair, soothing me in Russian, Grissom laying behind her, gaze intent. "Warrick," she whispered. "How do you feel?" I simply stared at the two of them, considering for a moment before smiling. "I feel fine," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. I felt a freedom, an ease that I hadn't felt in a long time. "Thank you...both of you." "Our pleasure," Grissom replied, reaching to touch my arm before stroking Natasha's side, a purr rumbling from her chest. "Will you stay tonight, please, Warrick?" she asked and I nodded, leaning closer, throwing my arm across the both of them. Laughing softly, she tossed a look over her shoulder. "How does it feel to be in bed with two cats, Borjik?" she asked. "Comfortable although I am in the wet spot..." Confused, I chuckled at Grissom's remark. "What do you mean, Natasha?" "Panthers are seldom seen because they want to be. Killing silently, swiftly, soundlessly. Their eyes match the foliage, forest green, piercing, knowing. But they know other things; not themselves. They don't have to because of the job they do..." Her hand touched my face gently as her eyes shut. "Do you know yourself now?" No hesitation. "Yes," I said softly. "But in all of this, we never asked how you feel." Natasha gave me a mischievous grin. "I have a carpet and a bed full of DNA. I'm sandwiched between two beautiful men. It's dark and we all smell like sex. It could be worse..." Back To CSI |