Warrick

Warrick had his own fantasies just like anybody else. This particular one wasn't one of his favorite ones, and wasn't even one he often considered. Yet there was something thrilling about it: He never expected it to come true. ­Not this one, out of all those juicy dreams.

It all started with Tina. She never came to terms with him carrying a gun. Rearranging his diet was the next step. It should have been the first sign, but Warrick wanted things to work. After Catherine's confession he realized his mistake; but instead of doing what would have been right for all three of them, he tried to make the best of the situation. He tried to make the marriage work. But soon his gun or lack of jelly in his sandwiches were no where near as significant as the new problems.

Her ongoing naggings about his job were the first that got to him. Soon she complained about the seldom occasions he went out with Nick and finally he couldn't even mention Catherine's name without a fight breaking out. This all made him try harder, yet Tina wasn't co-operative. The more effort he put into his marriage, the more underlying stress Warrick had pent up. He knew he was yearning for Catherine: To talk to her, to see the understanding in her eyes, to hear her comforting words, or just breathe in her unique scent that filled his senses each time she was around. ­A scent that gave him the feeling of familiarity and proximity.

Warrick put up with his wife who slowly turned into more of a stranger than what she was originally. He tried his best and reminded himself of what his grandmother always taught him: respect women. It took all his strength but he did so. Until earlier today.

He left to work after another shouting match. He tried to find Catherine but she had been out in the field by the time he got there. Apparently she got an early call so his hopes to work with her were crushed yet again. Grissom paired him up with Sara and it resulted in disaster. Frustration was oozing out of Warrick during the entire shift. Already stressed out by his wife, Warrick couldn't handle Sara this time. Instead of ignoring her remarks and complaints, he didn't hold back and gave her a piece of his mind. Everyone avoided him for the rest of the shift.

At the end of the workday, Warrick decided to end things with Tina for good. When Grissom found him in the locker room ­ready to leave to home, Warrick was startled. He expected a true `Grissomesque' telling off, maybe even some haikus thrown in here and there, but the older man had an entirely different approach: He suggested a few drinks. Warrick couldn't deny the fact that he was rather puzzled by the setting, but he didn't complain. Catherine was nowhere to be found and he had absolutely no desire to go home just yet.

Warrick had no clue as to what Grissom had in mind. He just followed him with his own car, all the while trying to control his temper. When Grissom stuck a drink into his hand at his townhouse 30 minutes later, Warrick couldn't help but lighten up a bit. Grissom had always been his mentor. He gave him what he needed; the opportunity to let it all out. It all seemed surreal yet great.

He reluctantly told him about Tina and his firm decision to separate. But soon the conversation turned to elsewhere, and Warrick found himself enjoying this side of Grissom. He didn't seem any different from what he always was, yet the environment made all the difference. When the conversation turned to Catherine, things did take an entirely new turn though.

To his greatest surprise ­as if a spell had been cast, Catherine suddenly appeared. She was surprised at Warrick's presence, and offered to leave; but the gentlemen insisted that she stayed. All his memories became a blur from that point and there were only a few things that he could recall from that moment after.

He did clearly remember the disturbing proximity that Catherine and Grissom shared. Something crept into his mind when he watched how easily she found her way around at his place. ­How she fixed herself a screwdriver, knowing everything's location. But most of all, that Grissom was way too at ease with it: Way too comfortable for Warrick's liking. They never shut him out of the conversation, but there was clearly something about the two of them.

He knew they were tight; and in that moment, Warrick realized he wasn't too fond of that fact. ­Especially not when he needed Catherine so badly in every aspect. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help the tiny spark of jealousy running through him. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe the new possibility of obtaining her. Or maybe that ever since he had found out about her attraction to him, he hadn't seen her sharing anything special with another man… Until now.

He remembered gulping down another drink, watching as Grissom did the same. Yet another surprise for Warrick. He then decided to make his first move… He moved the topic of conversation to sex. Catherine was immediately into it, but what he didn't anticipate was Grissom's participation.

An hour and quite a few drinks later, the events took a surprising turn. It wasn't just talk anymore. All Warrick could recollect was that he couldn't keep his hands off her. A little touch here, a gentle caress there. She never objected, in fact she responded well. She obviously eased up in the moment he disclosed his intent to file for divorce. But what Warrick never expected was Grissom's actions.

He was unlike the Gil Grissom he had known before. His conversation with Catherine changed, and if he hadn't known better; he would have thought Grissom was flirting with her. But soon he had to realize he wasn't ­It was more than that. Grissom frequently brushed past her, making sure he touched her in the process. Whenever Warrick laid hands on her, Grissom's eyes were on him.

Not long after, it became clear to Warrick that it was a competition. Well for him it was anyway. Warrick joined her at the counter, wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, and pulled her close then gently caressed her side. He felt her relax into his embrace and lean against him. He raised his glass and looked into Grissom's eyes as he took a sip before placing it aside.

The discussion went on. Warrick asked how far she was willing to go sexually and silence filled the room. He sensed the uncertainty and though he couldn't see her eyes, he knew she held Grissom's gaze. Warrick lowered his head to her ear while looking up at Grissom and asked if she could handle a threesome, or was she more conventional. But both he and Grissom knew the question was more for the senior supervisor.

Warrick saw the smirk appear on his face before Grissom emptied his glass. When he saw the older man approach them, his hand started slipping upward. He felt Catherine stiffen. He brought his other hand to her torso but stopped just under her breasts. Warrick held Grissom's gaze all along.

Grissom placed his now empty glass on the counter next to them, and stopped right in front of them. Catherine's reply didn't surprise Warrick; she'd tried it before. But not with the right people and hadn't done it ever since. Right after that, Catherine directed the question at Gil but being tactful with her friend, she modified it enough to let him escape it if he felt uncomfortable. She asked if he'd ever be willing to be present. It was a wonder that Grissom was still even with them. His response surprised them both.

"I like to watch."

His voice was husky and Warrick could feel Catherine reacting to it: A fact he hated. Now the question was if Grissom liked what he saw. Making sure Catherine showed no objection, his hands started sliding even higher. When Catherine didn't stop him, his hands covered her breasts. She felt wonderful in his hands and he gave in to the urge; he gripped her.

He sensed she liked it, but she was far from fully relaxed. Warrick knew she was distracted by Grissom's gaze so he went further. His hands moved and started kneading her. She let out a moan and Warrick was finally satisfied. He knew the situation was extraordinary. And he should have already put on the breaks, but his need, yearning, and alcohol consumption didn't allow him stop. He wanted her right then and there. ­Even if it took Grissom to watch.

When Grissom stepped forward, holding Warrick's gaze; the younger man realized that he wasn't the only one affected by the liquor. Grissom's boundaries seemed to have disappeared in the moment he touched her. Warrick saw him place his hands on her hips, an action that made her eyes snap open. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Catherine's silent gasp when the other man touched her. Warrick had to correct himself; at this point he knew he wanted her right then and there ­even if it took Grissom to participate. There was just no way in hell he'd let go of her after coming so close to getting her.

He'd just prove what kind of a lover he really was and let her choose. Grissom's hands slid downwards and when he cupped her through her pants, Catherine let out a moan. Warrick couldn't exactly identify the expression on Grissom's face, but he figured it was close to a triumphant gleam in his eyes. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Just only inches away from his face; Warrick could see Grissom's tongue entering her mouth, invading her with all his might.

Warrick felt Catherine's head pressing against his shoulder as he kissed her. Not letting the other man outdo him, Warrick's hands left her breasts as he slid them under her top. He pushed it up and slipped his hands under her bra. Her hand shot up and she grabbed the back of Warrick's neck. When Warrick pinched her right nipple, she let out a strangled cry into Grissom's mouth.

Warrick topped it with capturing her earlobe between his teeth. It had the ultimate effect, she grasped his neck tighter. But soon he noted with slight annoyance that Grissom didn't remain too inactive either. Leaving her earlobe, Warrick glanced down in time to see Grissom's hand slide into her pants. A few seconds later Catherine squirmed and tore her mouth away. She turned her head to the crook of Warrick's neck and sucked in a sharp breath as Grissom's hand worked her.

Grissom's suggestion to take it to the bedroom was the point where they all knew there was no turning back: The point where it all became real. When Grissom removed his hand from her pants, Warrick bent down and picked her up. He effortlessly lifted her and waited for Grissom's to show the way to the room.

Once there, he put her down. Warrick didn't waste a minute and reached for her again, but one major thing yet had to be decided. Catherine suggested both men; to please them simultaneously, but Grissom solved the problem. Without a word and drink in hand, he motioned them to the bed then walked further into the room. The decision was made and no more dialogue occurred.

Catherine's gasp brought Warrick back to the present. Opening his eyes, he realized his thoughts wandered. He still couldn't fully grasp how they ended up like this but he didn't mind anymore. The sight in front of him was one of the most beautiful he'd ever seen. Pushing upwards with his hips to meet hers, he watched as Catherine rode him in a moderate rhythm. The way her hips swayed above him, the forces of his thrust making her breasts bounce; drove him crazy. For a few moments he absolutely forgot that they had an audience.

But soon enough he remembered that Grissom was sitting on the couch next to the bed. He brought them to his guest room ­ a fact that Warrick appreciated. Despite the alcohol causing them to lose their inhibitions, they were still sober enough to fully grasp what was happening. Catherine had shut the curtains and the room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp. The mood was perfect.

Suddenly his competing self awoke again, and he was determined to give Catherine the best sex ever. ­Not to mention, show Grissom what he could give her. Warrick saw on her face that she was close. Her brows were furrowed, her lips slightly parted and she was awfully wet. His hand left her hip and slid between her legs. When he pressed his thumb across her clit, she threw her head back. He began massaging her gently, pushing her closer to climax. She gripped his wrist and seconds later Warrick could feel her inner muscles tightening around his shaft.

Her back arched, pushing her breasts forward and Warrick could feel her strength leaving her. Her orgasm shook her and she trembled, her pace faltering as she got distracted. Warrick took advantage of the situation and flipped her over. His lips immediately found their way to her skin and gently bit one of her nipples. She was in mid orgasm: the new angle, and his ministrations at one of her erogenous zones, made it last even longer.

Grissom suddenly stopped existing to Warrick. So did the room, and the world around him. All he could feel was Catherine: Her soft body under him, and her wetness all around his member. She was so tight and warm that he lost all self control. He supported himself on his left elbow as he grabbed the sheets next to her head with his right palm before he pushed into her with all his might. Her eyelids had been half closed as she was still recovering. Her breathing was still not back to normal, she just lazily grasped his left shoulder. But when he thrust into her, her mouth opened for a silent gasp again.

His lips crashed down on hers, his tongue claiming her mouth just as his hips claimed her body. His speed increased and he could feel her grip tightening on his shoulder. He knew he was literally taking her breath away.

TBC