CSI: Shark-Infested Waters

Catherine found herself giggling childishly at his slightest attempt at humor, and when she heard herself she was almost embarrassed. But she couldn't help the giddy feeling, and when it was aided by several glasses of vintage Dom Perignon she couldn't stop herself. Jason appeared pleased by her reaction to him, and after consuming most of a platter of French food that she couldn't identify but fully enjoyed, he swept her into his black Mercedes Benz S600 sedan and left the parking lot.

After helping her into the passenger seat, he sat behind the wheel. After sliding the key into the ignition but before turning it, he looked over at his lovely companion. She sat back and returned the look. Her beautiful face was absolutely beaming. Her luscious lips glistened in the light of an overhead mercury vapor bulb. His eyes strayed to the swell of her breasts. They pushed up and together and formed alluring cleavage.

She saw his eyes as they perused her body, and it aroused her. There was undeniable warmth in her loins, a sensation she hadn't felt for so long. With Lindsay taken care of, there was nothing stopping her from deciding to spend the night with him if she chose to do so. And in her mind, she was leaning heavily in that direction.

"Thank you so much for a wonderful dinner," she expressed her heartfelt appreciation for the meal but mostly for his charming and sincere companionship. "I hope I didn't sound too much like a love-struck teenager in there."

"You were hopelessly adorable," he assured her as he grasped her right hand and lifted the palm to his lips. "You made me feel like a teenager as well, and the return trip was especially enjoyable. And it is I that should be thanking you for your elegance and grace. You are more beautiful than I ever could have hoped."

Catherine's smile widened and her gaze dropped. She felt undeserving of his generous compliments. Her aroused body quivered excitedly, and when his lips lightly kissed her palm she softly moaned. She hated herself for doing it, for sounding so desperate for his attention. After several kisses his lips blazed a trail along her lower arm. When his mouth reached the elbow, he gently pulled her towards him. Catherine's eyes fluttered and closed, and she moved closer.

He took his time as his lips kissed all the way up her arm to the shoulder. When his mouth encountered a dress strap, he slowly slipped it off her shoulder and revealed the skin that it had kept from his mouth. Both hands tenderly held her face and stroked her soft cheeks. He savored the perfume that graced her neck as his mouth kissed and nibbled at the base. 

When his lips moved up to her left ear, she groaned in pleasure as hot breath blew over the skin. She twitched and shuddered. Wetness developed between her thighs and the warmth in her belly grew into a fire of desire. He kissed and licked her ear for several moments. That was all he needed to gain her willing cooperation. She was his for the taking. The decision had been made.

"Will you join me for the night, Catherine?" he whispered.

"I will," she agreed. "Take me home."

"Shortly," he replied.

His left hand slid her right dress strap the shoulder and he anxiously pushed the top of the dress down until her breasts were exposed. He saw the catch between the cups and deftly released the mechanism. The red cups sank and pulled away, but still contained the silky mounds. He lifted them away and revealed the swells of flesh that had tempted him all evening. The nipples were swollen and throbbed invitingly. 

Jason's left hand cupped and squeezed a bare breast as his lips pressed to her mouth. His right hand embraced her body and held her tightly against him. Catherine moaned, for she had longed to be kissed and fondled in such a manner for so many sleepless nights. And now that the time had arrived she was nervous and scared. Her body was awakened, and ached for stimulation. When his fingers tenderly pinched a nipple her pussy oozed with more essence, and the valley between her folded lips was moistened in anticipation.

"Now I'll take you home," he whispered, kissed her sweet lips a final time, and started the car.

His hands reached down, and when they did Catherine watched as he unzipped his pants and guided his erection into the open. A hand reached over and grasped the back of her neck. He firmly guided her head down to his crotch. She leaned over the console that separated them and felt as the round tip pushed between her lips and filled her mouth.

Warning bells sounded. It was like being with Big Lou all over again. She didn't know why her mind returned to that life she'd left behind, or why she felt that way. It just didn't seem right to her confused mind, numbed with expensive wine. As her mouth slid down his vibrating shaft and the head moved to the back of her throat, the car was slipped into gear and he drove them away. 

With the sound of traffic in the background and his soft groaning of approval in the foreground, she relived the fear and shame of being with Big Lou. The hand on the back of her neck constantly applied downward pressure and she really had no choice. Catherine was a resourceful woman but was filled with conflicting emotions. Was her mind overreacting? Was it the wine? It was the indecision that prevented her from acting, and so her skilled mouth consumed him.

The car stopped and started in traffic. She was in an uncomfortable position so she moved and placed her knees on the seat and leaned over the center console and his lap. Her mouth sucked and licked on his penis. Her soft fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft and as her mouth retreated, they moved up. Her lips and tongue briefly concentrated on the round smooth head as her hands stroked him fast and hard. A drop of semen leaked, and the taste and smell overwhelmed her senses.

"Don't get any on my suit," he warned in a stern tone that should have frightened her but for some reason didn't. "Swallow everything."

Catherine returned to a mode that she wasn't consciously aware of, and in so doing her mouth sucked harder. It was the old days again, precisely as her companion had intended.

"Yes, your mouth feels wonderful," he applauded her efforts as his penis pulsated in her hot mouth and against the erotically moving tongue. "I'm close, suck it faster."

She renewed her efforts to please him. Her lips tightened more firmly around the shaft, her head bobbed up and down more swiftly, and her fingers wildly jerked the length of him in rhythm with her moving mouth. Catherine felt his legs as they tensed and she could almost see the semen as it rose from his hairy balls. 

“Splendid,” he quietly remarked as he struggled to control his composure and maintain control of the moving vehicle.

Her mouth withdrew until only the round head throbbed on the tip of her tongue. It playfully danced over the smooth flesh, and as it did he softly grunted and twitched. A brief stream of thick, warm semen was discharged into her awaiting mouth. She swallowed the initial load and kept sucking, knowing he had more to offer. He twitched again, and another stream of seed filled her mouth. Her stroking fingers drew the last remaining drops from the tubing it had traveled through, and he was finished.

Wary of his cautionary statement about not getting anything on his suit, her fingers held his softening penis in a suspended position as her mouth thoroughly cleaned him of anything that may have dripped. When she was confident she'd eaten his entire load, her fingers gently pushed him back inside the pants and zipped him up.

“Delightful,” he complimented her. “Beauty is not your only charm.”

* * * * *

"Dr. Robbins," the medical examiner spoke into the phone.

"Doc?" a hesitant young female voice sounded.

"Dr. Robbins, Medical Examiner," he clarified. "May I help you?"

"Uncle Doc?" an uncertain voice questioned.

"Nancy?" he asked back.

The sweet voice broke into uncontrollable crying. As soon as he thought it might abate her sobbing continued. 

Her helpless, broken voice pleaded "Help."

"Are you home?" he desperately inquired as the hair on his neck arose. "Sweetie, please tell me you're okay."

The young woman on the other end collected herself enough to respond. "I'm fine. It's Susie, my best friend. I didn't know who else to call. Can you please come? Please? I don't know who else to call!" The sobbing that had been briefly contained erupted again in an emotional release that prevented any further communication.

"Call 9-1-1," he commanded in a stern voice.

"She won't let me," the sobbing voice continued.

"Call 9-1-1 or I will!" he repeated.

"Please, if you love me you won't, and when you see you'll understand."

"I'll coming, sweetheart!" Dr. Robbins promised.

Grissom had never seen Dr. Robbins so upset or so determined. When they brushed elbows in the hallway he sensed that Doc had problems of his own. When Doc failed to even acknowledge him Grissom knew that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

He walked past Greg who held an envelope in his hand and appeared to be looking for someone.

Dr. Robbins peeled off his latex gloves and rushed to the door that led to the parking lot. He withdrew the keychain from his pocket and when he couldn't successfully insert the ignition key after several attempts, he broke down into tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he apologized to the memory of his younger brother. "I promised that I'd care for her, and not let anything upset her. I can't be there 24/7 and have a life of my own. But she's fine; she told me she's fine. Whatever happened, it could have been her. This time it's not. Forgive me, Donnie."

The engine sprung to life and he eased the 2004 Ford Mustang into traffic. It's customized 350 horsepower turbo-charged engine roared to life. The sleek white pin-striped exterior attracted many glances as it cut through traffic like a surgeon's knife, dissecting the congestion as he headed cross-town to the apartment of his only niece.

* * * * *

"Grissom, this is addressed to you," Greg delivered the innocuous looking letter.

Grissom froze. There was a hint of recognition. There was something about the envelope that reminded him of a previous case. He reached into his pocket and slipped on a pair of latex gloves before carefully handling it. The flap of the envelope was unsealed and he slowly retrieved the letter inside.

'Justice must be served in light of your inopportune Blunder / Mary Beth has been lost so i have taken your Beloved Catherine / Gil Grissom Join the Search / better Rush or she will surely Perish / only Forensics Will Lead to her discovery'

"Where's Catherine?" he immediately asked.

"Not sure, she took the night off," Greg reminded him, and when he noted the look of distress on Grissom's face it alerted him of the danger. "What's going on?"

"The Alphabet killer is back, and he has Catherine."

* * * * *

"Don't be mad," Nancy pleaded with him.

He saw the fear and apprehension on her sweet face and knew that she was struggling with a huge burden. He smiled and lightly kissed her forehead in reassurance. 

"Where's Susie?" he calmly asked, hoping that his voice would soothe and relax her.

Nancy led him to her. He found an upset young brunette Nancy's age crying uncontrollably on the couch. Her slender, bronzed body was clad in a pair of denim shorts and a white pullover T-shirt. Her top was dotted with red along the neckline from nose trauma that had since stopped bleeding. He saw bruising on her face, although in her frenzied state he couldn't see her entire face as much of it was shamefully hidden behind her hands.