I noticed Jim's car parked in the alley. He sat in the driver's seat, head tilted back
against the headrest. I thought he was taking a break and catching up on a little sleep.
I pulled up and was going to tease him about sleeping on the job, when I caught a
glimpse of a head in his lap - his hand guiding the rhythm of the person sucking his cock.
I was surprised to see Jim having sex while on the clock. My surprise turned to utter
disbelief when the head lifted up and I saw it was Warrick. My Warrick. I couldn't believe
it. Warrick and Jim. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it. But the
evidence was clear and right before me, as I watched Jim run his thumb over Warrick's
sex-swollen lips.
As I drove back to the lab, I tried to figure out if I could tell how long they had been together.
It could have been as far back as three or four months ago. I noticed Warrick had seemed so much
more relaxed. I guess he must have been having sex on a regular basis at that point with Jim. It
still strikes me as odd though. There never seemed to be any love lost between the two. They had
been at odds for the longest, ever since Holly Gribbs' death. Even yesterday, they argued so
vehemently. But apparently they got over it. Must have in order for Warrick to be sucking Jim's
cock. It's hard for me to believe, but the evidence never lies. I wish it had been me instead of
Jim
though. I've wanted Warrick for so long. But for all I knew he was straight. Guess my people
skills are more lacking than I thought. Or else Warrick just wouldn't have an interest in someone
like me. Shrugging, I headed to the lab to start working.
Not even ten minutes later, I am sitting at my desk. I hear Nick's comment filter into my office.
"Man, Rick, are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"That's a lot of blood, bro. What the hell happened?"
I walked to the door in time to see Nick handing Warrick his handkerchief as he adds it to the
one he already has which is covered in blood. I see Jim standing nearby. But he doesn't assist
Warrick; instead, he merely smirks in amusement.
Something's off here, but before I can look into it further, I go to assist Warrick.
"Nick, bring him here. Warrick sit down and let me look at that. Nick get my first aid kit off the
shelf." I shout orders spurring people to action.
"Move your hand Warrick. I want to see how bad this is."
He's fighting me, doesn't want me to have a look. I don't like the thoughts that are going through
my head right now. Did Brass do this to him? Did Brass hurt Warrick? Why would he do this?
"Warrick let me take a look at your face." My voice is stern and he reluctantly removes his
blood covered compress.
"Who did this to you?" I ask, glancing over to see Jim standing in the doorway of my office.
I have seen enough abuse cases to know one when I see it. "Jim, get me some ice for the
swelling." My mention of Jim's name made Warrick flinch. When Jim walked away to get the
ice I asked my question again. "Warrick who did this to you? Who hurt you like this?"
"I walked into a door."
"Bullshit! Did Brass..."
Warrick, jumping up from his seat, cuts off my comment. "I walked into a fucking door. End of
story. You know, Gris, I appreciate your help, but I'm gonna go see Doc. Thanks."
I watch as Warrick walks down the hall, Jim walking towards him. Jim stops directly in
Warrick's path and I watch as Warrick's back stiffens. They speak very briefly, with Jim
reaching out his hand towards Warrick's face and Warrick pulling away. Then, Warrick steps
around Jim and continues down the hall.
Jim looks at me and walks to my door. "He didn't want the ice." I give Jim a hard look. "What
did Warrick say happened?"
"He said he walked into a door." I see Jim look down the hall where Warrick has gone.
"Yeah, well that can happen." Brass says with a smirk as he turns and walks from my office.
I look at him incredulously. He hit Warrick. He hurt him. And from the look of things this was
probably the first time. I don't know what prompted Brass's action. They just had sex. I know
Brass gets a little rough with the perps, but I can't begin to imagine he would do that to someone
like Warrick.
And Warrick. I can't believe he would sit there and take that kind of abuse. Something wasn't
right here. And I damn sure am not going to sit around and let this happen again. Warrick was
going to tell me what the fuck happened after I left him and Jim in the car.
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"Doc!"
I hear Rick call my name and turn to look at him. His face is bloodied and his nose is swollen,
probably broken. "What the fuck happened to you?"
"Nothing. Nothing."
"The hell, nothing. Who hit you Warrick?"
"Nobody hit me. I walked into a door."
Being a coroner for over 20 years I know what a beating looks like and Warrick got his ass
whipped. Probably by fucking around with some bitch and her boyfriend caught them. Serves
him right. He's supposed to be waiting for my cock, not sticking his meat in some cunt. Fuck,
was I jealous or what. I had no right to be this possessive, but I was. I mean, I went home to
Marge every night, and Warrick, I thought, went home to an empty bed. But apparently not. He
was getting some sex from some bitch and got caught.
I am not too gentle as I clean and dress his wound. That'll teach him about fucking around on me.
But he's looking at me with those damn needy eyes. Maybe I can get a quick blowjob out of him
as make-up. Hell, better he just let me into that tight ass tonight.
"Listen Rick. I know you're hurting. You know I can make it feel better for you, don't you baby. I
can get deep in that ass of yours and make you feel so good, Rick. I'll stop by tonight on my
way home."
"Are you gonna stay for a while this time, Doc? We could play some chess or watch a game."
"You know I want to stay Rick, but I have to get home. You know the rules. We can't let Marge
know about us. Come on, we've done so good these last five months. Don't spoil it now. I'll be
over for a quick slap and tickle and then the next time Marge is out of town I'll stay the night.
Okay? How's that? You gonna be ready for me tonight, baby? You gonna be lubed up and
waiting for my cock?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I understand. I'll be ready. But when do you think you'll have more time for me. I
miss you, Doc."
I pull him in my arms and hug him, while palming his tight ass. "I miss you too, Rick." I miss
that
ass. "We'll have more time soon. I promise."
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What the fuck! I got down to the morgue and Robbins' office in time to see and hear him sound
like a lecherous cheating bastard. And that's exactly what he is. I see the look on his face as he
lies to Warrick about making more time for him. Robbins has apparently been leading Warrick
on for the past five months with the promise of a real relationship. A promise he has no intention of keeping, based upon the diamond he showed me the other day. He was giving it to Marge for
their 25th anniversary.
So, Warrick was having sex with Brass and Robbins. If that was true, did Brass hit Warrick
because he found out about Robbins? It appears Robbins doesn't know about Brass or maybe
he doesn't give a fuck as long as he gets a piece of Warrick's ass. Both men were just using
Warrick, it seems. And, by the needy way Warrick sounded, he seemed to be searching for
something that neither of these two men is willing or able to give. Warrick wants to be loved.
Too bad he didn't come to me; I would love him like he deserves to be loved. The sad thing
is I already do love him like that.
It's right then that I make up my mind to get Warrick out of the situation he's in. I love him and I won't sit around and watch him be used and abused by the two men I used to call friends. I
need to get a handle on all that is going on and then I'll make each of those bastards leave
Warrick the fuck alone. It will probably hurt Ricky for a short time, but it will be the best
course of action in the long run.
But, I need to do this in a way that Warrick doesn't know it's me interfering or else I run the
risk of losing him as a friend. And that is a risk I am not willing to take. I may never have him
as a lover, but I won't lose Warrick as a friend. And when all the walls are tumbling down around
him, he'll need a friend more than ever. So I go to see the only man I know who can help me.
@@@@@@@
I admit I was somewhat surprised when they announced Gil Grissom was here to see me. But then
again, not so surprised. Not after hearing what occurred at the station today. I guess Gil's eyes
were
finally opened.
"Mr. Grissom, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Mr. Braun. Mind if I have a seat?"
After shaking hands, I motion for him to sit. "Drink?" I'm surprised when he accepts and I realize
then
this wasn't going to be like any previous visit.
I pour two shots of bourbon and hand him a glass. I watch as he takes a sip, while taking my seat.
I sip
my own drink, savoring the robust flavor as I give Gil time to gather his thoughts.
"I need a favor. Actually a couple of favors." He seems somewhat hesitant to make the next
statement, so I take him off the hook by making it for him.
"I take it you are aware of the situation Warrick is in."
"You know about Warrick?"
"I know a great many things about a great many people, Gil. In my line of business, you don't get
very
far if you don't."
"Why would you know anything about Warrick?"
"You mean besides the fact he's a former gambler and had been a possible suitor for my daughter?
I know a lot of things about Warrick. I know a lot of things about you too, Gil Grissom."
He looks at me shocked. "Shall I tell you what I know? I know that he and Doctor Robbins began
having sex five months ago. I know that Warrick has put his feelings out on the line but the good
doctor is just in it for the sex. I know that Detective Brass found out about them over a month
ago and has threatened to tell Robbins' wife if Warrick didn't give him a little sex on the side
as
well. I know Warrick's interaction with Brass has been limited to blowjobs in his car and that
probably the reason Brass laid into him today was because Warrick refused to let the prick fuck
him. I know you are one pissed off son of a bitch because those two are fucking over the man you
love. Yes, I know you love Warrick."
"But how... How could you know I love Warrick?" Gil looks at me, surprise apparent on his face.
"I watch, Gil, and I listen. And others watch for me. I know you are in love with Warrick and he
loves you too. But he thought you were unobtainable."
"Warrick is in love with me? How would you know that?"
"My daughter, remember? Warrick and Catherine were on the verge of getting hot and heavy. But
he never committed. Seems his eyes wandered to you and your ass more than they went to
Catherine's.
But you held your cards too close to the vest, Gil. It's a shame really. Had you let Warrick see
the
slightest bit of interest on your part, he probably wouldn't have turned to the Doc - who was
clearly
a substitute for you."
"You're saying Warrick is fucking Robbins because he couldn't be with me?"
"In so many words, yes. He was looking for someone to take care of him. You weren't available and
Robbins saw his need and took advantage of it."
"That fucking son of a bitch." Gil's voice holds a hard edge.
"Which is what brings you to me."
I could see Gil's anger rising by watching the pulse point in his neck. He was mad enough for
blood. Calming him, I continue. "You want my help to get Robbins and Brass off of Warrick's ass.
That I can help you with. The rest is up to you."
"Rest of what?"
"You and Warrick. Even an entomologist needs love, Gil. And as I said, Warrick loves you. You'll
have to show him you are available and interested, but give him some time to recover first."
"Why? Why are you doing this? What do I owe you?"
"I do this because I'm not the monster the media makes me out to be. I'm doing this because for
years before it came out that Catherine was my daughter, you looked out for her. You got her off
that pole and out from a marriage with Eddie. You helped her get a career she loves. You took
care of my little girl. I owe you for that. This, these favors, they make us even."
He rose from his chair and shook my hand. "Thank you, for myself and for Warrick."
"You're welcome."
"How will you take care ... I mean how will I know...?" Gil asked.
"Trust me. You'll know." I say as I walk him to the door.
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As I left Braun's office, I wondered briefly who his mole was inside the lab. But thinking back
over the cases that involved Braun, it was apparent that his mole - whoever it was - was there for
collecting information only, not to compromise evidence. At least it seemed that way up to this
point. I trust my team. But I vowed to be more watchful in the future. I appreciate any help Sam
would give me regarding Warrick, but we both understood that this favor would not interfere with
my duties as a crime scene investigator.
The following day, I keep Warrick with me at all times. I don't know what or when Sam is going to
say something to Brass. And until that time comes, I want Warrick in my line of sight.
I didn't have to wait very long for Braun to make his move. As Warrick and I were returning from a
scene, I saw Brass exit Sam's limo. He waited for us to get near him when he called Warrick over
to
the side. I watched them exchange words and then watched as Brass looked back at Sam's car, says
a few more words to Warrick, then turned and walked away.
When Warrick walks back over to me, I ask him what was that all about. He shrugs his shoulders
and mumbles something about hell freezing over. Warrick looks over at Sam's limo. The back
window rolls down and Braun peers out, speaking he says "Mr. Grissom. Mr. Brown. Give my
regards to Catherine." Then the car pulls off.
One down and one to go. I don't have a clue what Braun said to Jim, but from that moment on, the
detective has been noting but cordial to myself and Warrick.
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I awake in the arms of the man I have been in love with from the time I started working with him.
I can hardly believe how lucky I am. Gil and I have been together now for six months. I moved in
with him after three.
I think back to how we got together. He helped me through a rough patch when the Doc had suddenly
broken things off with me. At first, I wasn't going to tell Gil what my problem was. I had become
sullen
and despondent. But he kept pressing me, assuring me he was my friend and all he wanted to do was
help
me. It was as if he knew what was wrong with me. But the only one who ever knew about the Doc and
I
was Brass. And I had little contact with Brass after he apologized for using me as a fuck toy.
Finally, after much prompting, I told Gil about Doc and me and how that bastard had led me to
believe
he was leaving his wife for me. Gil had gotten pissed. I didn't dare tell him about Brass'
blackmailing me to have sex.
Gil asked me why I never considered him for a relationship. That knocked me for a loop. I told him
I
thought he was straight. He told me he had wanted me from the moment he met me. I told him I
wanted
to be with him as well. I asked him to make love to me right then, but he told me he wanted us to
wait
- to give me time to get over Robbins. I told him I was already over that bastard, - but Gil
insisted that
we wait.
In the meantime, we dated and became closer as friends. Finally, after what seemed like forever,
he made love to me - love, not sex, not fucking like I had with Robbins or Brass. Gil loved me and it was like heaven.
Gil's touch was warm, tender, loving and I came so hard the first time we were together that I
cried. He held me tightly in his arms and has been holding onto me ever since, and I cling to him
as well. But, it's not that co-dependency clinging shit like I did with Robbins. No, this is
different. This is love. I am in love with Gil Grissom and he is in love with me. I realized that
sex on steel, as Robbins used to call it, was cold and impersonal. But being loved by Gil was
perfect.
~~end~~