Grissom walked down the halls of the Las Vegas Crime lab with a grimace on his face. He had been called in on a Saturday morning after he and Sara had barely gotten home and into bed. He had not been happy about the interruption. His annoyance was only partially placated by the seriousness of the crime. Two young high school students were missing and time was always their enemy in missing persons cases. Still, Grissom would rather be at home in bed with Sara.
Grissom couldn�t tear himself away from Sara lately. Since his return from Massachusetts, he couldn�t seem to get enough of her. He hadn�t realized that he would miss her so much. It seemed that whenever something else wasn�t occupying his mind, Sara was there. She crept in now as he headed to his office.
Grissom could smell her shampoo wafting from the bathroom as she showered off the aroma of work. He stopped his own preparations for bed and closed his eyes, enjoying the memories triggered by the smell - Sara�s head snuggled up to him as they slept. Soon, she would be snuggled there again.
�Dr. Grissom,� called Judy when Grissom showed no sign of stopping. He slowed down and quickly grabbed up his messages with no commentary. He nodded his thanks and walked away. Right now, all he could think about was Sara. Her smell lingered in his nostrils.
Hearing the water shut off, Grissom contemplated how tired Sara was after this shift. Surely it wasn�t too exhausting for making love. He glanced at the bed where she had laid out her nightclothes. He quickly grabbed the clothes and laid them on the chair. He then moved the throw pillows from the bed to the chair, covering the nightclothes. Folding down the comforter, he prepared the bed for whatever might transpire. Sara emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. She walked to the bed and, seeing no clothes, furrowed her brow. She looked on the floor, then pulled the comforter up into place, her furrow growing deeper when she couldn�t find her clothes. Grissom crept up behind her and grabbed the towel from her, throwing it at the bathroom door. Sara jumped and turned to smack him on the arm.
�Where is your sense of decorum, Dr. Grissom?� she challenged.
�Apparently, it was lost with my heart,� he crooned as he took her in his arms and nuzzled her neck, easing her back onto the bed.
Getting to his office, he found Greg already there.
�You called me in, boss?� Greg was rubbing sleep from his eyes. Grissom felt bad calling him in so soon after shift ended to work the case with Nick. But at least he had gotten a few more hours of sleep than Grissom had.
�Yes, Greg. I want you to get over to Ridge Valley High School. We have a couple of teenagers missing and the evidence indicates foul play. Nick is over there now processing the scene. Warrick and Sara are on their way in as well. Keep me informed. Any evidence we get is time sensitive. I want to get Sara and Warrick involved when they arrive.�
Greg nodded his understanding and headed off, kit in hand. Walking into his office, Grissom breathed deeply.
Adjusting himself above her, Grissom�s lips brushed along Sara�s neck to her earlobe, nipping it lightly.
�I thought you were tired and wanted to go to bed,� said Sara, distracted by Grissom�s attention.
�I don�t think I said I wanted to sleep. Besides, I�m never too tired for you,� whispered Grissom as his lips moved to hers. Tongues danced as the kiss deepened. Sara ran her hands through Grissom�s hair as his mouth moved along her jaw line, down her neck to her breasts. He licked and teased her nipples, one after the other, as she gasped her approval. He alternated suckling each nipple, lavishing equal time on both. Sara moaned her approval.
Grissom�s cell phone beeped with a text message. He hoped it was Sara, but was disappointed to see it was from Hodges. �Rush on the glass analysis is in. Stop by lab for results.� He headed for the trace lab.
�I have the records from the missing kids,� said Catherine as she met Grissom in the hall. Grissom listened to the litany of the usual ATM/cell phone call paper trail with nothing since they went missing. The leads might be in what happened before.
�Any calls placed before they went missing?� But the long list of teen minutia gave no indication of where they might be. Catherine left to collect comparison evidence from the homes of the missing kids and Grissom continued on to trace.
�I�d know those footsteps anywhere.� Hodges gave a satisfied smile. �The glass you found in the track is optical glass. Camera lens, not spectacle. Camera lenses have one side that�s round and one side that�s flat for a high refractive index.�
Grissom nodded. �It bends the light more.�
�It also has magnesium fluoride and calcium fluoride coatings for anti-reflection. You�re looking for a high-end, non-compact camera Nikon, Lyca or Canon that�s missing its lens.�
�Thank you, David,� said Grissom as he left the lab for his office. Mentally assembling the evidence, Grissom took a deep breath. As he did, additional thoughts of Sara flooded his memory.
Grissom kissed his way down Sara�s abdomen to the line of her pubic hair. She gasped and grabbed his head, stopping him from going lower. Grissom looked up at Sara, �Please? I want to please you; to feel you against my tongue, to taste you, to smell you. Do you trust me?� His eyes pleaded with her.
Sara took a deep breath and slowly nodded, releasing his head from her grip.
Grissom�s phone rang, pulling him from his reverie. �Grissom.�
�Hey, Grissom, we have evidence of a hit and run. You�d better get out here.� Nick�s voice was calm and deliberate.
�I�m on my way,� said Grissom as he grabbed his keys and his kit. The warm Nevada sun greeted him and he put on his sunglasses as soon as he exited the door. The warmth of the car was welcome as he started the engine and headed to the school. He breathed deeply and smiled.
Excited at the prospect of this new experience, Grissom moved to the foot of the bed. He gently spread Sara�s legs, easing his body forward as he did so. Grissom tenderly ran his fingernails through her pubic hairs, brushing against her clitoris as he moved his hands. Fingers spread her labia, further exposing the tiny finger of flesh that was the center of her pleasure. He lowered his head, his tongue slowly moving forward. Tentative at first, he touched her clit with a flick of his tongue. She jumped, instinctively squeezing her legs against his body in protective mode. More timid, Grissom snaked his tongue along her labia and the folds of flesh that inhabited the region. Hesitantly, he used only the tip of his tongue, lightly caressing each fold in intimate detail. Gradually, he began using more of his tongue, lapping up the juices which lubricated Sara�s delicate areas. Grissom�s tongue began circling inward toward her clitoris.
The mass of law enforcement vehicles caught Grissom�s attention. He parked the Denali and located Greg as he exited. He walked toward him.
�Greg,� called Grissom.
Greg looked up. �Accident debris. The shoes match the description of what Megan Cooper was wearing last night. So far, the only blood I�ve found is on the shoes.�
Grissom looked up to see Nick approaching. �This road has almost no traffic at night. Take a look at this.� The two men walked along the road to where Nick gestured.
�Looks like acceleration marks,� pointed out Grissom.
Nick nodded. �Start out heavy, then fade out as the vehicle gains momentum. They�re in direct line to the accident debris. That tells me that Megan is probably the impact. If Megan was hit hard enough to knock her out of her own shoes, I doubt if she just walked away from this.�
With this insight, everyone assembled spread out along the highway and began searching for the body. Grissom pulled his binoculars from the Denali and scanned the hill that sloped down from the road. Seeing white flesh, he called out to Nick, giving him directions to the body. �Is she still alive?� yelled Grissom. �Barely,� answered Nick.
The frantic call to 911 and subsequent retrieval of Megan�s battered body kept Grissom occupied. As the sound of the ambulance siren faded away, Grissom climbed into the Denali and headed back to the lab. With no distractions weighing him down and now again confined in a closed space, the smell in his nostrils distracted him once more.
This time when his tongue made contact, she moaned in appreciation. Beginning with tiny licks, Grissom was soon lapping at her clit as if it were an ice cream cone. He expanded the scope, the flat of his tongue making long, sweeping paths from her vaginal opening to the tip of her clit. He greedily drank her sweet juices as if they were nectar. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he began suckling gently. Sara�s moans became more intense. Trying to keep his suckling gentle, Grissom placed a finger at Sara�s opening and began to probe.
The squealing tires brought Grissom out of his daydream and he slammed on his brakes as the Cavalier skidded to a stop in front of him.
�Are you crazy?,� yelled the red-faced woman as she exited the car. �I have three kids in that car. You could have killed us. You�re a menace, mister!�
Grissom incredulously shook his head at his foolhardiness and rolled down his window. �I�m so sorry, ma�am. I was distracted. I just left a crime scene and I was in a hurry to get back to the lab. I do apologize.�
The woman shook her head in disbelief and returned to her car. As she left, Grissom realized he needed to do something. He had never been so distracted in his life. He had to get the smell of Sara off his facial hair! Maybe splashing water on his face would help.
Grissom headed straight for the rest room when he returned to the lab. After thoroughly washing his beard with soap and rinsing, he took a deep breath. It was still there, albeit fainter. How was he going to get through the night?!
As he passed the reception desk, Judy called out, �Dr. Grissom, Ms. Willows is looking for you.�
�Thanks, Judy.� Grissom got lucky with his first location search when he found Catherine in the layout room.
Grissom could hear Catherine exclaiming �Ewww� as he entered the room.
�Are you alright?� Grissom didn�t see Catherine squeamish often.
Catherine turned the monitor toward Grissom to show him what had revolted her. �Phthirus pubus!� exclaimed Grissom with immediate recognition.
�Yeah, crabs.� Catherine didn�t try to hide her disgust.
�You know the incidence of STDs in monogamous couples is slim,� pointed out Grissom.
�Unless someone arrives at the party with them,� quipped Catherine.
�So assuming that both Megan and Ryan had pubic lice, if either Megon or Ryan were assaulted, they would have given them to their attacker.�
�A sex pervert with an STD, that�s not going to narrow it down,� reasoned Catherine.
�Yeah, but once they jump to the fresh host, crabs contain the DNA of the receiver and the giver. Did the parents agree to an SAE?�
Catherine�s affirmative response sent Grissom scurrying to his office where he called the hospital to have the Sexual Assault exam kit delivered to the lab. When he finished the call, he sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply.
Grissom placed a finger in Sara�s opening and began to probe. Sara groaned with pleasure. She began bucking against his hand and Grissom pulled his head up, fearing he may get a split lip. He continued to probe his finger deeper and more rhythmic. Sara stopped bucking and looked at Grissom, obviously missing his oral ministrations. He smiled and bent again, licking her clit vigorously while his finger wiggled deep inside her. With a few deft flicks of his tongue, Sara went crashing over the edge, screaming his name as if he were a god.
A morose Brass sulked into the office. �I�d like you to come to autopsy with me.� Grissom shook himself out of his trance as Brass stopped next to the desk. �I need to know what happened with Sheila Latham and I need moral support.�
Grissom rose from his seat and grabbed his lab jacket in hopes of concealing his erection. �Of course. I need to hear the results as well. This case continues to take bad turns.�
�You�re telling me!� exclaimed Brass as they men made their way to autopsy.
Doc was ready for them.
�COD is epidural hemorrhaging caused by a blow to the top of the skull. The blood clot pushed against the brain which compressed the respiratory centers. Her brain stopped telling her body to breathe and she died.�
�How recent was the injury?� asked Grissom.
�I extracted about one hundred and fifty CCs of partially clotted blood. Would have taken at least a day to form, maybe longer.�
�Sheila suffered the blow about the same time that Megan and Ryan were�well, whatever they were.� Brass was confounded.
�Did Sheila�s mother mention the injury?� asked Grissom.
�Injury? No,� responded Brass.
�That was not the only secret she was keeping,� continued the coroner. �She swallowed something rather unusual. And she had crabs.�
�Well, I can guess where she got those. Or who she gave them to. What is it that she swallowed?� Grissom was seldom surprised anymore at what Al found. The coroner held up what appeared to be a memory card from a camera. Grissom examined it closely, then placed it in an evidence bag.
�I�ll let you know what we find,� he informed Brass as he headed toward the audio lab.
Depositing the bag with Archie, he noticed Warrick in the room down the hall watching a news report on the missing teen. He wandered in and sat down as Warrick turned off the TV. When Warrick noted that Grissom was there, he read from the web page he was reviewing. �I�m liking basketball, virgin daiquiris and sweet, sweet ladies.� It�s Ryan Lansco�s friend agenda page.�
As Warrick scrolled down, Grissom noticed something. �What�s a hit list?�
�Well, he�s not an assassin. It must be hot sheets. And he wants a password.� Warrick grimaced.
�Try Megan,� said Grissom. His own password was Sidle.
�Too obvious,� argued Warrick. Grissom looked at Warrick over his glasses. Warrick shrugged. �I�ll try it anyway.� The desired screen appeared. Warrick gave Grissom a look of shock.
�Men are never as mysterious as women wish they were,� reflected Grissom.
As Warrick read through the list of Ryan�s conquests, he stopped on one. �Diane Kentner is his photography teacher.�
Grissom searched through the file. �The fingerprints on Ryan�s van, no hits except on the backdoor handle. Came back to Diane Kentner. She was arrested last year at a demonstration in support of an X-rated photography show.�
�What�s a photography teacher doing touching a student�s van?� pondered Warrick.
�Maybe she wanted a ride,� retorted Grissom.
�I think I�ll bring Ms. Kentner in to see if she can educate me on this,� said Warrick.
Grissom pursed his lips and smiled as Warrick got up. Walking back to his office, the distracting fragrance brought a new vision.
Grissom was grinning broadly when Sara finally opened her eyes.
�What are you grinning at?� she quizzed. Grissom just smirked. She began to laugh. �Okay, that was pretty amazing. I don�t know why I�ve been so resistant to it in the past.�
�Me either. I think we should put it in our regular repertoire.� Grissom climbed up next to Sara and lay on his side, stroking her arm absently. She glanced down at the erection pressing firmly against her leg.
�But what are we going to do about this?� she said, nudging Grissom�s firmness.
�Oh, it will go away � eventually,� he snickered.
�Maybe I can kiss it and make it better,� said Sara mischievously.
A knock on the door interrupted Grissom�s musings. �You requested this package from the hospital?� inquired the courier.
Grissom signed for the package, then took it to the lab. Insects! Something that should occupy his mind enough to successfully distract him from the smell of Sara. The process of extracting blood from the phthirus pubis required minute detail and serious concentration. Grissom was engrossed in the retrieval and had little effort keeping visions of Sara at bay. Considering that the mask clustered all the aromas at his olfactory center, this was a testament to his powers of concentration.
Grissom�s cell phone beeped � he had a text message. It was from Brass, indicating an address and a 911. Grissom grabbed his kit and headed for the Denali. In the confined space of the vehicle, Sara�s scent was stronger.
�Maybe I can kiss it and make it better,� said Sara mischievously.
Sara helped Grissom out of his boxer shorts, the only clothing that remained on him. She got onto all fours and moved down between Grissom�s legs. Looking up at him seductively, Sara reached out her hand and took hold of his very erect penis. Grissom�s eyes closed slowly as she stroked it, first with one hand, then the other. Sara lowered her head and gave the tip a little flick with her tongue. He moaned softly. Starting at the root, Sara slowly licked up the shaft with the flat of her tongue, flicking her tongue around the tip when she reached the top. Moving an inch over, she repeated the action again and again until she had covered every inch of Grissom�s extensive penis. He was so hard, she knew it wasn�t going to take much more stimulation.
The flashing red lights caught Grissom�s attention. Warrick arrived simultaneously and they went in search of Brass.
�So what did you find at Diana�s house?� inquired Warrick.
�Oh, not much. But propped up on the dresser was a rental agreement to this address and a key.�
�It looks like she drew us a map,� responded Grissom.
Brass pounded on the door of the storage unit. Receiving no answer he used the key. The team of LV police entered the unit with guns drawn. Grissom and Warrick followed suit.
The storage unit was hung with sheets of opaque plastic forming a maze. A light flashed at intervals. The group made their way through the maze, Brass leading the way. As they progressed, six foot photos of Ryan, Megan and Charlie flashed in a montage at each turn. Deep into the maze, they found Ryan laid out on a platform of red draped only in a white sheet, a large gash in his throat. Her body draped over the boy�s, Diane Kentner also lay dead, like Ryan covered in sheets. A prescription bottle labeled Lithium lay empty near her hand. As the picture montage flashed, the events of the boy�s death played out on the screen, photographic evidence of an accidental murder.
Grissom called Nick and Greg to help Warrick collect the evidence. It would take some time to empty the warehouse and Grissom was exhausted from the long day. Grissom took photos while waiting for Greg and Nick. Upon their arrival, he left the scene in their capable hands and drove back to the lab.
Grissom was so hard, she knew it wasn�t going to take much more stimulation. Sara placed her mouth over the tip of his penis. Grissom was only vaguely aware of her head bobbing up and down as the sensation of Sara�s tongue flicking against the glans as she sucked drove him over the edge. Sara stopped her movements as semen shot into her mouth. She kept her mouth wrapped around his penis until the last spasm eased.
Totally drained, Grissom weakly raised his arms to draw her up between his legs into an embrace. He kissed her gently. Sara began to giggle. �You�your moustache smells like�well, me!�
�I hear the case is solved.� Grissom looked up to see Sara standing at the car door.
�Yes. Warrick, Greg and Nick are collecting the evidence. I�m going home. You�re coming too, aren�t you?� Grissom was desperate.
Sara nodded and smiled at his urgency. �I�ve been distracted by you all day,� he said. Sara gave him a quizzical look. �My moustache. Your smell has been on it all day.� Sara giggled and blushed.
�I have something I want you to do when we get home.� Sara�s blush deepened as she gave Grissom a look of seduction.
Grissom smiled with delight. �That, too, my love,� thought Grissom. �But first we must eliminate this beard if I want to keep my job and engage in future oral delicacies.� Grissom breathed deeply, enjoying the scent again before it was gone.