Grissom gulped when he came out of his kitchen with a tray of food and drink. Sara was laying on his sofa, her arm draped over the back of it, her legs partially sprawled and partially closed, her hair a pool of bronze around her sleeping face, and her flesh-colored body suit was gone, making her outfit all the more provocative, as he could see shadows hinting at what was beneath, and her belly button was peaking out ever so slightly.

He hated waking her up, but he knew that she was hungry, and eggs tasted terrible cold.

"Sara?" he asked gently, setting the tray down on his coffee table.

She moaned slightly and reached out a hand, pulling him closer to her. "Hi," she whispered.

"You took off the body suit."

"It was uncomfortable."

He gave a half smile and pulled her into an upright position. "Come on, you need to eat first."

She giggled and placed a napkin on her lap. "Okay. You've got me awake now. Let's eat." She popped a grape into her mouth. "Then we'll get down to business."

Grissom shifted in his seat, slightly uncomfortable, "Business?  Uhm…wh- what are you talking about?"

Sara grinned, "The business of you rubbing my feet; maybe a nice massage….other things…"  Her tone was perfectly innocent, but she winked at him with such exaggeration, Grissom immediately blushed.

"I love it when you do that," she murmured, shifting slightly and running a hand across his shoulder to the buttons of his shirt.  "I've never see a grown man blush as much as you do.  Let me see – does this blush go all the way down?"

Grissom groaned with pleasure as he felt her fingertips brush the underside of his shirt, "but Sara. . .oh, damn the eggs!"


Catherine woke up all by herself.  Warrick wasn't there.  Sighing, and trying to fight back the tears that suddenly threatened, she consoled herself by saying it was inevitable.  Despite what Warrick had said to her earlier, there were just too many obstacles in their way.  Better to realize it now, before too much of her heart was invested.

Which was crap.  She'd fucked up.  She'd fucked up, and now Warrick was – standing in the doorway of her bedroom, holding a tray of food, and wearing a pair of baggy sweats and no shirt.

Catherine sat up and giggled wetly, "Warrick?  What are you –"

The younger man smiled tenderly at her, and walked into the room, "I thought I would make you breakfast in bed."  Stopping in front or her, he gently lowered the serving tray to her lap, "Fresh cut fruit salad, grapes – cantaloupe – strawberries.  Chocolate sauce."  His voice was soft and low, practically a purr, as he dipped a strawberry in the topping and lifted it to her lips, wiping away a couple of the tears that still hung like diamonds in her lashes.  "I told I wasn't going to leave you Cath, and I meant it."

Catherine smiled as she accepted the strawberry from him, wrapping her mouth around the luscious fruit and licking some of the chocolate from his fingers as she ate the berry.  Warrick's eyes darkened with emotion, and he leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

"Plenty of time for that later," he murmured, sliding slowly to his feet.  "I got to thinking about what you said earlier, about me being only into you for your body, and I wanted to show you that it's not true.  I mean, I do love your body, Cath.  But I love the woman in that body more.  I never meant to make you feel otherwise."

Taking a couple of steps away from the bed, he continued talking, "After you fell asleep, I went shopping.  I figured, if you could be my Wonder Woman, the least I could do was be your Superman, so…"

He turned his back on Catherine and shimmied his hips a little, running his hands around the inside of his waist band, yanking his sweatpants of in one quick movement, before turning back to face her.  Catherine started laughing.

"Warrick – oh my god!  Where did you…what…"

Warrick smiled at her, and flexed his muscles, "There's a little store I know that sells underoos for adults.  You like?"

Catherine giggled, and let her eyes travel up his long muscular legs to the tight royal blue underwear with a red waistband and a big yellow 'S' emblazoned right on the front, allowing her eyes to heat before she looked up into his, "I like a lot."

The silence was deafening, fraught with such emotion that it almost made Catherine cry again, "Come back to bed and let me…"

Warrick leaned in for a quick kiss, "Oh no…not yet…you must eat your breakfast while I serenade you."

Catherine started giggling again when Warrick grabbed Lindsey's Jam Master J Keyboard, and turned it on.  Warrick grinned at her, "I'm dead serious here, Cath.  Stop laughing, while I serenade you."

Clearing his throat self-consciously, he winked at her, "Think Johnny Cash, and not Roberta Flack, okay?"

~The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave

To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies.
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt your heart beat close to mine
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.
The first time ever I lay with you
I felt the earth move in my hand
I thought our joy would fill the earth
And last 'till the end of time, my love,
And last 'till the end of time.~

Catherine was giggling and crying by the time Warrick finished singing.  Smiling at her tenderly as he put the small keyboard down and slid it across the room with his foot, he kneeled at the side of the bed.  Leaning forwards, he kissed both her eyes, enjoying the slightly tangy taste of her tears, before cupping her face with her hands and threading his fingers through her hair.

"I wasn't that bad, was I?"

Catherine's hands reached up and covered his, her eyes luminous as she drowned in his, before she leaned into him and gently kissed the pulse point at the base of his throat.

"You were perfect, Superman."

"I really do love you, Catherine.  I think this could be forever."


Grissom felt a new skip in his step when he walked into work that evening, Sara close behind him.

She had agreed to leave him alone about the underwear and let him go back to his comfortable boxers, and all it had taken to convince her was a night of sensual pleasure that had been as much about his satisfaction as hers.

Greg was among the first to notice the difference in his boss's demeanor.

"You're in a rather. . .chipper mood today, Griss."

Grissom smirked. "Of course I am. I'm always in a good mood."

"Riiiiight. . ."

Sara walked into the DNA Lab, and Greg's eyes widened. She was wearing a skintight tank dress that could hardly be called a dress at all, it was so short, and ruby red. Something that she would never wear under normal circumstances.

The look on Grissom's face was that of pure shock. "That's what Nicky gave you to wear?" His eyes dipped down her long, light frame starting with her slightly curly hair, to her nearly bare shoulders, down her small perfect breasts, straining against the tight material, her flat stomach, and her long, shapely, lovely legs. . .bare all the way down to her strappy stiletto's.

"Nice. . .necklace. . ." he finally managed to squeak out, trying to keep his eyes on the thin bit of gold metal around her neck, and not on the body he knew was underneath that dress.

"Thanks, Griss. Greg? Do you have those results for Cath and Warrick? They're busy trying to figure something out."

Greg nodded and pulled a file out of the organizer on his desk.

"Right here, Sara. Uh. . .out of curiosity, where did Nick get that dress?"

Sara winked. "He made me promise not to tell. I think there's a tawdry history behind it. He seemed really reluctant to discuss it at all."

Greg raised an eyebrow. "Well, okay. Heidi says we should all come in for dinner tonight. She has some new 'Recipes by Hans' to try out on all of us."

Sara raised an eyebrow. "Is she cooking?"

"Funny. Be there," Greg said, straight faced.

Sara sighed. "Okay, it sounds fun. If we have a slow night, I'm sure we can all get there together."

"It could be fun," Grissom commented, crossing his arms over his chest. "The last day of these bets-forever!" The last part was said with extra emphasis, to let everyone know that this was the last time that there would be these sorts of bets. They caused too much controversy, and gave the Sheriff and the day shift too much ammo to critique them with.

Sara and Greg could only nod with understanding, contrite looks on their faces. Once he left the room, though, they smirked at each other. He could stop them from betting about stuff on the job, but he couldn't stop them from the day-to-day pranks they pulled every day on each other.


"Cath – there you are!"

"Greg," Catherine smiled at him.  Greg gulped.  Catherine looked happier than he had ever seen her.  "What's in the bag?"

Greg blinked, and blushed slightly when Catherine quirked an eyebrow at him.  "Yeah, bag.  You're outfit – I thought you were going to just not show up…"

"Would I do that to you, Greg?  A bet's a bet, after all.  Besides," she stretched her neck luxuriously, "that Wonder Women outfit was a lot of fun."

"Seriously?"  You mean, it didn't bother you to wear it?"

"Nope.  Actually, it was very….educational…for me.  So – what's in the bag?"

Greg grinned. "It's gold, it's lame….it's guaranteed to knock Warrick's socks off…It's—"

"The shortest mini-dress I've ever seen in my life!"  Catherine started laughing.

"It's got built in matching underwear," Greg added, handing it to Catherine.  "It's actually a figure skating dress – but I think it will do the trick."


"So, Heidi – what did you want me to come here for?"

Heidi grinned as she grabbed her friend by the arm and pulled her into her apartment.  "I thought I'd help you out somewhat, with the Nick sitch."

"Meaning…" Michelle said dubiously, trying not to let a note of fear creep into her voice.  Heidi was wild.

"I got you an outfit.  And you're wearing it tonight to the Deli, where we are meeting the guys, and possibly Grissom, Sara, Warrick and Catherine for dinner.  Hans wants to try out some new ideas, and he needs guinea pigs.  You're going to help me serve the food."

"O-kay.  And you will be wearing?"

"The same thing you are – a uniform.  With some slight alterations, of course."

"Of course."  Michelle bit her lip thoughtfully, "Is the uniform tight?"


"Is it really short?"

"Oh yeah."

"It's not pink, is it?"

Heidi giggled.  "No.  It's shiny black pleather.  A friend of mine works at a fetish club, and I talked her into lending me a couple of outfits."

"Fetish club?"

"Yeah – you know, whips, nipple clamps – bark like a dog and call me 'Mommy' –" Heidi waggled her eyebrows, her smile huge as she watched her friend turn beat red.  "Nick won't know what hit him."

"It won't be me!" Michelle interjected, "…hitting him, I mean.  He's not… don't think he's into that, do you?"

Heidi shrugged.  "Too much kink for him.  But you might be able to convince him to let you tie him up.  Or better yet, he could tie you up, and –"


Heidi shot an innocent, yet arch, look at Michelle.  "Blushing.  I bet Nick will love that.  You need to loosen up a bit, chica."


Author's Notes:

Bet you all thought you'd never get another chapter, didn't you?  Well, we tricked you.

Sorry for the major delay folks, but I've been really sick and Heidi has been incredibly patient waiting for me to get better – even going so far as to send me virtual homemade chicken soup.  Hopefully, things are back on track now. 

So, let us know what you think – good, bad, ugly?  R&R.  We'll try to get the next chapter up really, really, really soon.  Like, within the next week or so.  Promise!