Disclaimer – Please see chapter 1, nor do I own anything what so ever to do with the TV program 'The Love Boat',or the nursery rhyme 'Little Bo Peep', Arnold what's his name 'The Terminator',Buddy Holly,

A/N Thank you guys so very much for the wonderful reviews and words of encouragement you have given me throughout this story, I really do appreciate it, you have been truly wonderful Thank you also to everyone who took the time to read the story but were a little too shy to review. Sorry guys but this really is the last chapter of this sequel, but please do watch out for the last sequel that will be entitled 'Getting even with Sidle' that I should be writing in the next few weeks. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much I have writing it. Warning this chapter contains some mild smut. Thank you! Please R&R Enjoy!

Evidence, Temper, Sulks and Beer chapter 14

“Shit!” was all Nick said. Shit! Damn! God damn Sanders and his big mouth.

Greg had a very smug look on his face as he shuffled over towards the blushing pair, who were rooted to the spot just inside the doorway, looking like they were about to be hung out to dry.

“Your stage Nicky boy” Greg muttered quietly amused. Gregmaster the great escapologist! Ummm wonder if I could get a doctorate in that? Suck it up cowboy!

Nick glared at Greg, his eyes clearly saying 'You'll get yours Sanders' “Thanks a lot!” Nick said lowly as his eyes followed Greg's movement. Oh you are so dead Sanders, and as for the decomp's you will be doing all the grunt work if I have anything to do with it man.

Greg slipped between the pair and positioned himself right behind them with a huge grin on his face “No thanks needed, it's my pleasure” he added with a chuckle to wind him up more. You lot are such easy prey, I guess my sheer intelligence is just too much for you all to handle.

Mandy gave Nick a swift elbow to the ribs to get his attention back on the pack of wolves in front of them that were clearly out for blood, well juicy information. Nicholas Stokes you better get me the hell out of this one, and double quick lover boy.

“Ow! shit Mandy! what was that for, god damn it” Nick said annoyed rubbing his side wincing. Shit! I know you like it a bit rough sometimes buttercup, but I don't do that performing shit in front of an audience, for no woman.

Mandy glared at him and pointedly look away at the group staring at them, then back at him and smiling sarcastically at him. Get a grip Stokes! Right now.

“Well, well, well, looks like we have another pair of love birds in our midst” Jim cooed amusedly. Freaking hell it's like an episode of the love boat here tonight, what is it with all the hormones flying around, could it be something in the drinks? Nah, not with 'Brilliant Brass Super Cop' here. No matter I'll get mine later.

“Yeah, and what were you both doing in the closet earlier” Greg added wiggling his eyebrows. Wasn't chess that's for sure, was it Tex?.

Nick closed his eyes and groaned, he knew this was going to be sheer torture. A second dig to the ribs had him quickly opening his eyes and retorting “Ow! Will you quit doing that” No honey! stop begging, save it for later, then I'll show you what a stud I am.

The occupants of the room chuckled or had their hands over their mouths to suppress laughter, as they watched the exchange.

Jim took a long drink from his glass of scotch, then placing it back on the counter with a huge smile on his face, and looking directly at Nick, he said “Cath go get the ALS kit out of your car” 'The evidence never lies' isn't that what my good buddy Gil always quotes to us all the time?. Speaking of which they're taking a long time upstairs, Ummm, maybe their playing 'Hunt the bug'.

Nick and Mandy's eyes widened in shock, and their mouths dropped open “You wouldn't” Nick said very worriedly. Shit! No! You can't do this to me. Nick thought desperately.

Jim turned his attention on to Catherine who also had the same startled and shocked expression on her face as the couple What the f...Oh!...So her and Rick have been doing the dirty somewhere in this little love shack tonight, Ah interesting.

“Cath, the ALS kit?” Jim asked her again with a wicked grin on his face and a wiggle of the eyebrows to let her he was on to her too. That's right Mrs Willows the stripping CSI, don't think I don't know, you do that shit for Rick now.

“Urm...Uh...Gil will...Will go ballistic if we bring that in here Jim” she stuttered out hoping she had put him off with his request. Piss of Jim! Go pick on Nick instead, unless you want your little secret revealed She thought to herself as a small smirk appeared on her face.

“Gregory my boy, will you get it for me?” Jim asked the youngest CSI sweetly with a smug grin. Oh I intend to get all you little sex maniacs tonight, now back to the cowboy.

“Okay” Greg said simply before running out of the room, down the hall and out the front door. Good thing I'm the designated driver tonight so I have the keys to get in the trunk.

Hehehehehehehehe

Meanwhile upstairs Gil had managed to apologise to Sara profusely saying that he had made himself look better than he should have, because everyone was staring and listening, and he was getting really embarrassed by the attention.

He'd managed to calm her down while embracing her in a warm loving embrace and peppering her face with soft kisses, which then turned to kissing her neck and undoing her blouse to kiss, lick and suck along her shoulders, then she was undoing his belt and sliding her hand into his boxer shorts.

Now Gil had his trousers around his knees, as Sara was naked on her back at the end of the bed, thighs wide, legs wrapped around his waist, as Gil gave her all he had to give. Dear god this woman is going to be the death of me yet, but ohhhh what a sweet way to go! Sod the rainforest and Mobey Dick!

They both cried out each others names as they climaxed together, then Gil rolled over with her as they slumped on the bed together catching their breaths.

Five minutes later and their breathing getting back under control Sara said “I take it our guest haven't gone yet”.

“Not yet, so we better get dressed quickly and get back down there before they realize what we have been up to” he said leaning up and over to her to kiss her tenderly before pulling away and gazing into her beautiful soulful eyes “I love you so much Mrs Grissom”

Sara's eyes filled with happy tears “And I love you too Mr Grissom, always have, always will” she leaned up to kiss him again slowly, then pulled away with a grin “Now get your sweet ass up and get dressed Gilbert”

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Greg bounded back into the kitchen carrying one of the ALS kits and several pairs of red goggles, he handed a pair of the goggles to Jim and the ALS machine, put a pair on himself then dropped the others on the counter. Oh I'm sooooooooo gonna enjoy this! What a great party

Catherine grabbed a pair quickly along with Warrick, Al and Hodges and some of the others, then they all put them on.

“Guys, come on, the jokes gone on long enough don't you think?” Nick asked very nervously thinking they wouldn't really do this to him. Don't do it Jim, I've kept your secret even though you didn't know I knew, I swear Jim, I'll tell them.

Jim fiddled with the ALS machine trying to find the switch to turn it on. How the hell does thing piece of shit work, for crying out loud I was supervisor of night shift once, I should know this stuff damn it.

“Brass man, if you switch that damn machine on, I swear to god you will regret it, I mean it” Nick said in a warning tone with a glare at the Captain Don't push it Jim, you really don't want to push me right now buddy.

Jim found the right button and pressed it on, then looked up at Nick with a smug grin “What was that Nicky boy” he chuckled One little flick of a switch and the evidence will come to Papa on a silver platter. Oh by the way Nicky my boy, I've seen kittens warn me better than that.

“Greg my good man, could you possibly hit the lights for me old chum?” Jim said in his best English accent, then chuckled as Nicks eyes went wide with fright. Oh be very afraid Nick, bad cop Jim is about to play!

As Greg poised dramatically for maximum effect with his hand inches from the light switch, Gil and Sara walked into the room holding hands and stopped right next to Nick and Mandy.

“What's going on?” was what Gil simply said frowning and looking at Jim Brass.

'CLICK' Greg pushed the switch and the room descended into semi darkness.

Many loud gasps were heard, when several small bright glows showed up about the room, one on the front of a chair, one on the edge of a counter across the kitchen, two very small ones on the floor by the kitchen sink.

But the most noticeable one's belong on two of the males in the room.

Nick looked down at his trousers and saw the very small bright smudge glow, Shit! He cursed as he tried to cover it with his hand “That's it” he said annoyed then looked up at Jim, to see his and all the other eyes in the room focused on his supervisor.

Gil instantly froze as he felt every set of eyes on him, he looked down escaping the eyes and saw to his sheer horror that there were three bright glowing spots on his trousers “Shit!” he cursed, then starting to desperately think how he was going to get out of this one as he kept his head down.

Everyone either sported smirks or winces on their faces as they all looked at the obvious DNA stains on Grisson's trousers.

Sara oblivious to Gil's DNA stains, spotted a few of the bright glowing stains in the room “Ew!, there not ours” she whispered quietly.

Nick felt really annoyed at Brass for embarrassing him after his given warning, and he also felt sympathetic to his boss for being embarrassed accidentally as part of the joke on him. So he decided it was payback time for one mighty cocky Police Captain, so said loudly but clearly “So Jim, how is 'Lady Cat O Nine Tails' these days, I bet she just loves you to use the cuffs, and night stick” he finished with a very smug and satisfied grin.

It was as if loud music had been playing and someone had scratched along the record before abruptly stopping it, as the reaction of everyone in the room nearly pulled muscles in their necks to quickly snap their eyes to Jim Brass who was now wide eyed.

Gil took this opportunity to escape and quickly run out of the room and upstairs to put on some clean jeans.

Sara glared at Jim annoyed and a little hurt, he knew she didn't like the woman after Gil spending the night with her some years back.

Jim caught her eyes and looked at her pleadingly, then had to look away from the intense gaze of his friends wife. Oh Cookie dear, I didn't want to hurt you, I was going to tell you soon.

Catherine who was feeling so smug at Jim's predicament, especially after he had more or less tormented and teased all most everyone tonight, decided to play along and help Nick out “I say Jim, was that latex Heather was buying from Victoria's secrets the other day, when you were waiting in the book store next door?” Catherine said smiling smugly and catching Nicks gaze. Get out of this Jim cocky Brass, yeah we can play the game too Mr Whiplash. Er Ew!

Jim groaned and closed his eyes waiting for the onslaught. Come on guys get it out of your system, I know you are just dying too, Bring it on, I suppose I do deserve it.

Nick smiled and nodded his thanks to Catherine, as Greg still perplexed at the revaluation, and his brain not fully in gear blurted “The Brass man is banging Lady whiplash!” Shit! Jim and Heather,Captain and the dominatrix, that is so wrong, but I wonder who the dominant one is? No don't go there! Latex! Cuffs! Whips! Night sticks! Gross! Ewwwwwwwwwwww! Therapy, gonna need lots of therapy!

Laughs were now heard in the kitchen at Greg's blunt words.

“Didn't know you were in to latex man, I though that was Greg's thing” Warrick now commented with a chuckle. This is so messed up man, a Captain and a Dominatrix, wonder who wears the pants in that relationship.

“Soooooo last year” Greg quipped as he had now gathered his thoughts together.

“What is the 'In' thing now a days Greg? Maybe you could let Jim know, so he can tell his 'Mistress'” Catherine added. Oh I am soooooooo loving this, and I am only just getting warmed up.

“Ummm let me see...Oh yeah, leathers always good, red and black silk always, and ladies and gentlemen the new craze of the day is... Warm honey, use your imaginations guys” he said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh don't let the bugman hear that one, we all know how he loves his bee's” Jim quipped hoping to reflect the attention away from himself. Careful with that one James.

“Very funny Jim” Sara retorted, then added annoyed “Dress up as 'Little Bo Peep' on a night off, do we?” Take that you bondage freak!

Roars of laughter reverberated around the room, as some clutched at their sides and stomachs.

“Good one Sara” Hodges said grinning.

“Suck up!” was quietly heard from Mia.

“Oh I can just see you Jim, all dressed up in bondage gear, forget Arnold Schwarzenegger guys, we have 'The Interrogator'” Catherine emphasized the new nickname then laughed out loud.

“What's your catch phrase Jim? 'Don't hold back'” Al now added to the teasing with his knowledge of the movie in question.

Guests were now crying with laughter and bent double with the exertion.

Jim shook his head and closed his eyes Their good I gotta admit that, but for the love of god bring it to an end soon.

Gil finally dressed in clean jeans walked back into the room, up to his wife putting his arm around her waist and pulling her into his side “Did I miss anything honey?” he whispered into her ear, then gently kissed her cheek.

“Well lets put it this way, the pack have just ripped Jim limb from limb” she whispered back kissing his cheek “Ummmm you smell nice” she added with a purr.

Gil grinned as he took a drink of his scotch, and watched Jim squirm “Cheers Jim” he grinned wickedly as he held up his glass in a toast to his friend. What goes around, comes around buddy, and your sure getting yours now.

The teasing went on for another half hour as the drinks flowed freely.

A while later they all settled down in the family room to watch the picture and video show that Archie had put together, lots of laughing and joking went on as beer after beer, and bottles of spirits disappeared, and the empties piled up in the recycling bins.

Sara had been annoyed about the woman kissing and drooling all over Gil, as he had been dressed up as Santa at the Christmas party, but after a few kisses and loving words whispered in her ear she calmed down.

Some take out food was ordered and consumed, as the Grissom's fridge was now bereft of any food what so ever, and copious amounts of liquor was still being drunk by most of the already intoxicated guests.

Epilogue

Eleven am mid day and Sara' head pounded as if she had a jack hammer in there, she managed to crack open her eyes slowly and started to look around at her surroundings “What the F...” she trailed of from saying to herself as she noted that she had been asleep in the bathtub.

Standing unsteadily holding her head, she stepped out of the bathtub and went over to the small cabinet on the wall flinging it open violently, she then rummaged desperately for some analgesics to take the pain in her head away, then finding them she got out two pills out and swallowed them dry.

“Shit!” she cursed as they stuck in her throat like large stones, her mouth felt as though it had grown fur overnight.

She ran to the sink and began running the water, she bent over gulping at the stream of cold water greedily to get the pills down her throat and satisfy her raging thirst.

Grabbing her toothbrush and some paste she rushed to brush her teeth vigorously, then dropped the brush in the tumbler when finished.

She carefully stood up straight with her eyes closed, then slowly opened them to look in the vanity mirror.

What she saw was that someone had used a large marker pen on her face and drawn black Buddy Holly glasses, a small Hitler moustache, and a goatee beard “Greg you little shit!” she said to the empty room, then frowned in thought, wondering where her husband had spent the night if she had spent it in the bathroom.

Feeling a little steadier on her feet she decided to go look for her husband.

Looking around the house and calling his name she eventually heard him shout from the direction of the home office, so she made her way down the hall to there.

Sara opened the door to find Gil sat in his comfy office chair in front of his desk. He looked absolutely pitiful, and she felt really sorry for him.

His forearms were taped securely to the armrest of his chair, tape around his chest and the chair holding him in place, feet taped to the desk legs, and a bottle of opened water with a straw in it, was strategically placed an inch just out of his mouths reach.

The hair on his head was spiked upwards and almost white with the vast amount of soap that had been used on him, but that wasn't the worst of it, his new short beard growth had been dyed bright red with food colouring and his black rimmed home reading glasses were perched upside down on his nose.

A note that was taped to his chest which read:

I have been vaporized by the 'DNA Busters'

WARNING!

Please do not release contaminant,

Ready for collection

by LVPD Crime Lab!

“Oh baby, what have they done to you” she said cradling his face and leaning in for a soft kiss, then pulling back and smiling softly.

Gil smiled at her lovingly “I love you very much Sara, but so help me god, we will never, ever, have another party in this house again, do you hear me honey” he said, then ended with a resigned sigh.

“Oh Gil honey, let me get you out of this” she said pulling at the tape.

Finally rescued and free, Gil snatched at the note on his chest and he read it, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he recognized the handwriting and said to Sara “Recognize the writing?”

In unison they both replied annoyed “Brass!”

The End.

A/N Yeah I know I spelled Arnold 'The Terminators' name wrong, like I give a rats ass about it. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and the whole story. Now if you would like to do your bit, and leave me a review to let me know what you think, I would really appreciate it.