| "...so you're serious?" Sara said, wide-eyed and Natasha laughed, nodding. "Yup. Black as coal," she replied. I smiled, knowing they were talking about the time I had somehow managed to electrocute myself and walked over to Catherine who was relaxing on the couch after Warrick had given her a run dancing. "Finally tired?" I inquired. The blonde woman ran a hand through her hair. "You don't know the half of it," she replied, slurring slightly. "You know, Sara and Natasha have been talking for the last hour and a half. What happened there?" A smirk appeared on my face. "Just a litte prodding," I said slyly and Catherine snorted. "Yeah, and a little alcohol. Natasha can take 100 proof vodka like it's water." "And you?" "Drunk as a skunk and waiting to crash. You sober?" "Always. Need a ride?" Catherine waved me off. "Nah, Warrick's taking me home and Lindsey is at her friend's; sleep over," she said, sounding tired and I couldn't stop the smirk from coming back. "Really?" "Gris, just 'cause your love life is in order, don't you go around fixin' mine," she mumbled as Warrick came and jangled the keys. "Ready Cath?" he asked and I helped her stand, throwing her arm around Warrick's shoulder. "Get her to bed," I said with a smile and he smiled back. "Of course." "I mean it, Grissom!" Catherine called back as the door was shut and I chuckled outloud. 'Catherine and Warrick. Well, stranger things have happened. Like the Ice Age,' I reasoned. Looking around, I realized that most of the people had gone home or had passed out. 'Nicky boy,' I tisked and shook him gently, rousing his snoozing form. "Hmm?" "It's Gil. Everybody is gone," I said slowly and he blinked. "Huh?" I let out a laugh. "Sara, you might want to come get Nick," I called and Sara was at my side, helping Nick to his feet. "Whoa...ground. Hey, baby," he slurred. "Still up for tonight's after par-tay?" Sara blushed and Natasha and I chuckled, glad for once the attention was on someone else's sex lives. "Still need any more help?" I asked as Doc Robbinson appeared out of the kitchen. "Naw, I help clean up as these two copulate," he reasoned. "You two go ahead and do the same." "I am not going to copulate anytime soon!" Sara said, exasperated and Nick groaned. "Really, babe? 'Cuz you said---" he started and Sara shushed him. "I don't care what I said," she whispered harshly and began to drag Nick to the bed room. "Doc, I'll be out in a minute." "I'm not holding my breath," he answered and Natasha and I laughed as the door shut. "Are you sure you'll be ok?" I asked and he began to herd us to the door. "I mean it!" Doc replied. "Just because I'm not young, doesn't mean I can't clean. Drive safe now." Natasha opened the door, letting me out. "Thank you, Doctor," she said. "Have fun." "Oh, yes, fun. And don't break anything..." Grissom and Natasha lay flat on the bed, side by side in the CSI's apartment. "Are you drunk?" I asked and Natasha chuckled. "Are you?" she replied. "No. What's (5+5/2)?" "Seven point five because of the order of operations. See?" I laughed, watching her study my ceiling. "Catherine said that you were going through glasses of vodka. I was just making sure," I said and she smirked, rolling over so she stradled my legs. "Only the first glass was vodka. Everything else was water," Natasha grinned, crossing her arms. "I'm sneaky." My hands roamed up her thighs, shockingly smooth and I looked up at her face framed by the shadow of her hair. 'Sometimes, I tend to forget how lucky I am,' I realized and smiled, her palms flattened on my chest. "What are you thinking about, Borjik?" Natasha whispered, leaning forward, eyes glinting. "How lucky I am. How incredible you are. How you'd look just as good out of that dress as in it." "Really?" Her voice in that tone was enough to get me hard and I nodded. "Natasha...show me..." I knew she knew what I meant. 'Show me your wild side, Natasha. Show me the tiger...you've brought out my wolf but I haven't seen your animal...' A predatory smile crossed her face. "Tigers in Russia are seldom seen," she said in a low voice, her lips hovering inches above mine. "I went to Sibera once for a field trip and I saw one in the wild. He stared right at me, wild, free, without bars like they belong. They're totally different from any other tiger in the world. Bigger..." Her lips ghosted mine and I inhaled sharply. "Lighter in color..." her hands laced in mine, pinning them to the bed. "But those are just physical features," Natasha said, continuing, holding my gaze, daring me to look away. "What's different...is their heart. You can see it in their eyes. What do you see in mine, Gil Grissom?" Next |