CSI: Tick Tock
Nick observed two of the tightest, most perfectly shaped asses preceding him down the hallway of the apartment building. Both were packed inside tiny white denim shorts, and unintentionally swayed seductively.
As he drove them there he discovered that both were exotic dancers at two different clubs that kept the wealthy tourists entertained. That allowed them to attend classes at UNLV and feed their hunger for extravagance. Nick sensed that he was only a brief diversion, and that was fine with him. There was no way he was going to be denied the rest of the night with them, so he retrieved his cell phone from the holder and turned it off. It would be a decision he would later regret.
The girls stepped up to a door at the end of the hallway, unlocked it, and invited him inside. He was greeted with warm, sexy smiles. The two girls kissed as he slipped past them and entered the apartment. The place was roomy and nicer than most apartments he'd been in. The light tan carpet was spotless. All the furniture was perfect white and appeared untouched. Large windows along one wall revealed the city lights below.
Candy walked to the windows and twisted a lever. The blinds opened.
"Is he there?" Lisa asked.
"I'm looking..."
Curious, Nick stepped up to the window beside Candy and glanced down. He saw a man in a wheelchair rolling onto an outside patio of another apartment building only half as tall as theirs. When it stopped the man placed his eye to the eyepiece of a telescope.
"Yeah, he's there!" Candy said excitedly. Lisa rushed over and confirmed her observation.
Candy gently pushed Nick back and motioned him towards the couch. He retreated and took a seat several yards away. Lisa pulled on a string and raised the blinds completely, so that the stranger below had a clear view.
"We do this every Saturday night," Candy explained. "We caught him looking once and found it to be such a turn-on that we've made it a tradition. This is the show that I was referring to. Just sit back and enjoy."
Lisa stepped into the kitchen and out of view of the window. Candy paced back and forth in view of the window, arms crossed and a look of concern on her beautiful face. After she'd paced several times Lisa walked in.
"Where have you been?" Candy asked as Lisa appeared. She reached both hands out and roughly grabbed her shoulders like an older sister confronting a younger sibling that had been out too late and caused great worry.
"I was out and lost track of time, I'm sorry," Lisa defended herself.
Without warning Candy's hand loudly slapped across Lisa's face. Nick was surprised by the sudden act of violence. Tears welled up in Lisa's eyes seconds later as she thought sad things and mentally coaxed them into view. Candy pushed Lisa towards the window. Lisa leaned forward, outstretched her arms, and placed her palms against the glass in a submissive position.
Candy stepped up behind her friend, reached both hands around the slender waist, and loosened the shorts. She tugged the shorts and thong down her creamy slender thighs and over the knees. Gravity did the rest and the clothing sank to her ankles. Lisa pulled her feet free, kicked it away, and spread her legs apart. Candy left and returned with a thin brown leather belt and a red plastic hairbrush with a long, thin rounded handle that she placed on the window sill for the stranger below to see and anticipate.
She reached her right hand out and pointed a finger accusingly. Candy sternly announced "This is what your unacceptable behavior has earned you."
Candy doubled the belt over, placed herself on Lisa's left side, raised her right arm and swung harshly. It may have looked vicious from a distance but Nick saw that the thin, weak belt, even when swung hard, struck Lisa's fine ass with a decidedly limp sound and with little effect. Candy's arm swung two dozen or more times.
He saw the reflection of Lisa's face in the glass and watched as she acted as though each strike sent severe jolts of pain through her body. Tears streaked her face, which gave the performance even greater believability.
Nick was impressed by the impromptu show and aroused as well. His penis shifted restlessly inside his pants and he was ready for another round. Candy glanced over and verified the welfare of their guest, and saw that he was growing hard. A smile briefly crossed her lips and she purred excitedly.
Candy traded the belt for the hairbrush. She shook the brush in front of Lisa's face as she exclaimed "Is this what you were looking for tonight? For some guy to stick his dick into you?"
"Maybe," Lisa retorted defiantly.
Candy's tongue extended and she provocatively licked the red plastic handle until it glistened with saliva. As the fingertips of her left hand gently pushed Lisa's moist pink outer lips apart, the other carefully pressed the plastic tip against her canal opening. Lisa's face contorted in pleasure as the thin round handle was delicately worked into the tight orifice.
"Oh yeah, fuck my hot pussy with it," Lisa moaned in a sexy voice that made Nick's hard-on twitch. "Push it deeper."
"I will if you promise you'll fuck Nick tonight," Candy countered. "It's time you try it with a guy."
"Make me cum and I will," she promised.
Candy eased the handle in until the white bristles touched the juicy lips. She left it in place, reached around her friend, and loosened the knotted blouse. When the fabric fell away her firm, perky breasts and hard nipples were revealed. As Candy's right hand resumed a fucking motion with the brush, her left fondled a bare mound and playfully tweaked on the nipple.
Lisa's eyes fixed on the handicapped observer below as her luscious form visibly shuddered in delight. Her pussy oozed with creamy wetness and it bathed the plastic handle with traces of white. Once the tight walls loosened up Candy's pace quickened. The brush rapidly moved in and out of her lubricated canal as Lisa's hips thrust backwards against each forward motion. Her lovely smooth body vibrated in pleasure against the glass window. Her bare swells jiggled temptingly as a prying eye observed the erotic display.
Far below, their appreciative neighbor unzipped his pants and released the snake from its cage. The eye already seeped with seed as his right hand embraced the erection. He peered through the telescope and watched as he anxiously stroked himself.
"You like that? Huh?" Candy teased her best friend and roommate. "You want it harder?"
"Oh, yeah...harder!"
"You do the work," Candy decided as she held the brush in a static state.
Lisa loved their weekly show. As she glanced down at their audience of one she moved her hips back and forth, moving the brush handle in and out of her juicy canal. It generated strong waves of joyful pleasure. Fiery passion filled her loins as wetness coated the pink canyon and lips. Her moaning announced the rapidly approaching climax she desired.
Lisa's writhing form momentarily tensed as she reached the brink of release, and then erupted in an explosion of twitching spasms and groaning delight. Her flowing nectar coated the thrusting brush as her tight canal walls gripped around it in orgasm. All of the pent-up desire and excitement was released in just seconds, and as it dissipated her body was left breathless and spent.
Candy looked out the window and down at their intended audience. She watched as he wheeled himself back inside, which brought the show to its natural conclusion. Once Nick realized it was over, he applauded.
"A stimulating performance," he commented.
Candy whispered into Lisa's ear and that caused a naughty grin to form on Lisa's lovely face. It lit up with excitement. As Candy lowered and closed the blinds Lisa shed the loosened blouse and approached him wearing only a mischievous smile. She pushed his knees apart and settled onto the carpet between them. Nick watched Candy as she shed her shorts and blouse and sat down alongside him.
Lisa unsnapped and unzipped his slacks as Candy popped the buttons of his dress shirt open. Candy purred when she smelled his cologne. The two quickly undressed Nick as he assisted them with various movements that facilitated their removal. Nick's left arm reached out and slipped around Candy's slender waist and pulled her closer. His right hand cupped the back of Lisa's head as her hot, wet mouth descended and took his swollen penis deeply inside.
As Lisa's mouth engulfed his pulsating manhood, Candy pushed a breast to his face. He glanced up and smiled as his mouth opened. He licked and playfully nibbled on the smooth swell, teasing the pink nipple into an erect state. He knew she liked it rough and he bit and pulled on the rubbery nub.
Candy gasped and groaned approvingly as her left hand caressed his chest and harshly pinched on his nipple. His body twitched each time her fingers painfully tightened on the brown nub. It sent a jolt of stinging pain through his body and swelled his penis even larger.
"You'll love fucking Lisa," Candy whispered into his ear. "She's real tight and nobody's ever been inside of her before. Her pussy will make you cum so hard it'll rattle your back teeth."
The thought of being the first to nail the gorgeous hard body added to the desire he experienced. Lisa's mouth skillfully took him to the back of her throat as she licked and sucked on the steel-hard prick. His semen-laden balls ached for release. Just as his head grew more sensitive and Nick's semen started rising, her mouth backed away.
"He is so ready," Lisa announced.
Candy backed off. "He's all yours."
Lisa hesitated. She'd only been with other women, although she'd always been attracted to men as well. She just had bad experiences with overly aggressive guys that steered her away from them. The thought of finally being with one sexually was frightening in a way.
Candy sensed what Lisa was feeling. "It's okay, Lisa, you're ready for this."
Lisa stood and straddled Nick's lap facing him. Her eyes looked down as both of her soft hands steadied his penis. Her body pivoted at the knees and descended. She shuddered with nervous excitement as she pressed the round head upon the outer lips. It speared between the folds and entered the valley within. Warm wetness greeted the welcome intruder and coated his pulsating stem with lubrication. Lisa gently guided it to the tiny opening and placed her full weight on him.
The weight of her slender form on the mushroom-shaped tip stretched the opening but not enough to force him inside. As her hips vibrated in an effort to work his penis through the entrance, Nick moved his hands up underneath her arms and grasped her shoulders from behind. As he pulled down his hips slowly pushed up. More of his head peeked through as the canal stretched to accommodate him.
"Oh, my!" Lisa groaned as his entry inflicted stinging pain. "Go easy, that hurts. Please, go easy."
Nick knew he was being as gentle as he could. She was the tightest woman he'd ever been with, and he knew that the discomfort caused by stretching her out was unavoidable. Finally his head pushed inside and he began moving deeper. Her hips writhed in movements that facilitated his entry as the slippery walls reluctantly yielded and embraced him.
"Yeah, that feels wonderful," Lisa confirmed as she softly groaned in acknowledged delight. "It still stings, but in a good way now."
"I knew it would," Candy responded as she observed her close friend's loss of innocence. "Fuck him real good."
Once his penis pushed more than halfway into her hot, juicy canal Nick removed his hands from her shoulders and filled them with her incredibly soft, bouncing breasts. He tenderly squeezed the firm swells as his hips slowly pushed his swollen prick slightly deeper into the wet pussy.
Her body slid down on the shaft as she softly moaned. Candy was anxious to see her friend have a grand time and as she stood behind Lisa her mouth kissed and nibbled on her right ear. She knew how sensitive it was and how kissing it got her hot.
Lisa's breathless voice announced in joy "Oh, yeah...uh! Keep doing it!"
When Nick's full length thrust upwards into her body and he felt her entire canal wrapped around and pulsating against his penis, he found it to be an amazing sensation. The semen started rising again as her tight pussy coaxed the seed from his balls, but he successfully stalled his climax and kept moving his penis deeply inside of her. He wanted her first time with a guy to be memorable in a good way.
He reached out and grasped her firm, vibrating breasts. He cupped them in his palms and kneaded the soft flesh like dough. He trapped the large pink nipples between his fingers squeezed on them gently at first, and then with increasing roughness. He was waiting for her protests to stop him, but the slight stinging jolts only added to her excitement. Realizing this Nick abused her pink tips as she fucked him, and he enjoyed hearing her loud groans of delight.
Candy retreated from Lisa's ear and she knelt on the floor beside the erotically engaged couple at Nick's left side. She moved her head close to the action and observed close up. Candy watched Nick's shaft with interest, bathed in Lisa's juices and glistening with slippery wetness.
She observed Lisa's tight pink orifice, the opening stretched wide and sealed around his cock as it moved up and down. Several times a fresh release of Lisa's essence appeared on his thrusting penis as a creamy ring that quickly dissipated. Candy remained in position. She wanted to see the first time she climaxed with a guy. She didn't have much longer to wait.
An increase in the strength and frequency of Lisa's moaning indicated the approach of a climax. Her beautiful form tensed for a brief time as it took hold, followed by intense spasms that jerked her muscles. She twitched and writhed on Nick's lap as he thrust upwards into her pussy, burying himself inside of her. As Candy watched, a surge of creamy essence coated his shaft and smeared onto the curls of hair that cloaked his semen-laden balls. Lisa grunted in delight as her quaking flesh savored the brief pleasure of orgasm.
Lisa's pussy and nipples were so sore that she removed herself from Nick's embrace, happy with her first experience. Candy was already hot and wet from watching the action and she quickly climbed on for a ride. His penis was already slick with Lisa's essence, and with Candy's pussy already moist the large head easily pushed into the opening and moved right inside. Within just a few slow, gentle motions, his cock was buried.
Nick was close to ejaculation when Lisa got off, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last. But male pride gave him grim determination to satisfy both women before he'd allow himself the same pleasure. Having the opportunity to please two at once was rare in and of itself. So when Candy replaced Lisa, his hips worked rapidly up and down and moved his penis swiftly within her hot, juicy canal.
"Oh yeah, oh baby, do me deeper," Candy moaned in delight but wanted more of him. "Come on, I know you can do it, baby."
"You want it deeper? He questioned.
"Yeah, please, deeper," she verified in a breathless whisper.
Nick guided her off his lap and sat her on the large padded arm of the white couch. He reinserted himself back inside of her and grabbed onto her shoulders. With long, powerful strokes he pushed his throbbing, steel-hard penis so deeply into her juicy canal that his heavy balls rubbed against her ass and the skin on his cock stretched so tight that it hurt. He withdrew almost completely from her and repeated the long, hard pumping.
"Oh yeah, that's it," she groaned in delight as he gave her his all. "I'm getting close, don't stop."
Lisa joined in. She stood alongside the couple and kissed Candy's mouth while a hand squeezed on a breast. Nick felt his semen rising again. His balls and penis ached and he badly needed release. He knew he couldn't hold back, not any more. He was on the verge, and his seed was making the final march.
When his cock grew larger and the head became more sensitized he knew he had only a couple of thrusts remaining. He pounded into her hard and strained to get as deep as he could. Candy was close too, and just before he ejaculated her writhing form tensed and wildly twitched in orgasm. As her gorgeous hard body danced upon the couch Nick's toes curled and he grunted aloud in pleasure. He fired a long stream of thick cum into her belly as she simultaneously climaxed.
"That was really wild," Candy decided as he backed away from her. "I was afraid you wouldn't last. You got us both off."
Nick's chest swelled as her words bolstered his self esteem. Warrick wouldn't have lasted, he thought to himself. "Well, some guys got it, and some guys don't."
"I'll get us some ice water, and then we can take it to bed," Candy suggested with a coy smile as she hinted that the evening was far from over.
* * * * *
"Any luck?" Grissom asked as Sara returned.
"Warrick's on his way in. I think I caught him at a bad time," Sara answered. "I tried Nick at home and on the cell but couldn't reach him. I left messages at both numbers. I went ahead and called Dr. Robbins to give him a heads-up about the situation. He wasn't home so I left him a message also."
"Did you try his cell?"
"Yeah, and it rang in his office exactly where he left it on his desk," she replied.
"Let's look at the note he sent. Trace has the original, so we're dealing with a copy here," Grissom explained. He read the note aloud.
'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'
"He uses a careful mixture of uppercase and lowercase letters. He's differentiating between them for a reason," he thought aloud.
"An anagram?" Sara suggested.
"Could be," he acknowledged. "I already sent a copy to Quantico to see if the FBI can come up with anything. They're better suited for dealing with hidden codes than we are. Let's go back to what he says and see if we can find any clues in this.
"'Justice must be served in light of your inopportune Blunder'. Someone came close to catching him but a critical clue was overlooked. We need to research all the case files on this guy and pin down how he managed to squirm free."
Sara started a list of tasks that needed to be accomplished. "Got it."
"Mary Beth has been lost so I have taken your Beloved Catherine," he continued.
"A wife or girlfriend died or left him?" Sara mentioned aloud.
"He took Catherine to replace Mary Beth, but what is Catherine to him?" Grissom asked as he led her towards the conclusion he was thinking of in a mentoring fashion.
"A victim."
"I think you're right," Grissom agreed with her decision.. "This guy is a high profile killer. He goes for high society women. He arranged for a meeting and for Mary's demise, but something unexpected prevented it so he switched gears and instead locked in on Catherine. It shouldn't be hard to find Mary, and we need to do it fast. She may be our best lead in this case."
Sara updated the list which would soon prove to be lengthy.
"Gil Grissom Join the Search," he read the third line.
"He knows you, or knows of you," she said. "I'll get a run-down of any unsolved cases you were associated with."
"This guy may know of me, but I don't think it's about a previous case," Grissom expressed his doubt. "He wants me in on Catherine's search. This ties in to the inopportune blunder remark. Another CSI team overlooked something and let him go. He's personally challenging me to join this case to prove that he's better than me."
Sara caught on to his line of thinking. "He wants confirmation that he's more brilliant than the sharpest CSI division in the country. I'll research previous forensics cases in other parts of the country and see if I can find any correlation."
"'better Rush or she will surely Perish'. He has her stashed at a location, and he's betting we're not smart enough to find her in time," Grissom deduced.
"But there's no indication of any timeline," Sara responded.
"There is one, and when we begin to unravel this mystery I'm sure we'll come to realize that," he assured her. "And the final line reads 'only Forensics Will Lead to her discovery'."
"So there must be clues hidden in the note he sent," she suggested.
"I'm going to see what trace evidence has been found. You get started on that list and grab whatever help you need," Grissom instructed. "I'll talk with Jim Brass and Sgt. O'Riley and see if they can help us find Catherine's SUV. That may give us a good starting point."
* * * * *
O'Riley responded to the call and eased his sedan into the parking lot of a new upscale French restaurant. He parked a short distance from Catherine's SUV. Several other cars were in the area as well. He ran the plates a second time and verified it was hers. After a quick inspection of her vehicle he approached the establishment, hoping that somebody might still be around.
A cleaning crew was there, as was the manager. O'Riley fished a wallet sized color photo of Catherine from his shirt pocket and showed it to him.
"Yes, she was here with a man for dinner earlier this evening," he informed O'Riley. "He was very well dressed. He had impeccable tastes. He wore an expensive dark blue Armani silk suit and he smelled of money. He paid in cash, and tipped well."
"Can I see his receipt?" O'Riley asked.
"Certainly. Come with me."
On the way to his office O'Riley continued the questioning. "Why is it you remember him so well?"
"We're new and I try to establish a good rapport with our customers," the manager explained. "I have a lot of contact time with them. He just struck me as a jet-set type. You know, world traveler and all. We haven't seen much of that here yet. We mainly draw in wealthy tourists."
He showed the officer a carefully arranged pile of cash receipts on his desk. O'Riley stopped the man as he reached for them. He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and looked through them until the manager pointed to the right one.
"Could you come down to the lab and help us develop a composite sketch?"
"I'll be closing soon. I could do that," he agreed.
O'Riley handed him a card with the address and phone number, thanked him, and headed for the lab.
* * * * *
Nobody took any notice of the non-descript man in a red baseball cap and blue overalls moving a large crate on a dolly. Another passing patron politely held the outside door open as he wheeled the crate past the threshold and down the hall to a climate-controlled storage unit.
He was alone in the hall as he removed a heavy padlock and rolled open the steel door of his recently rented unit. It was pre-paid in cash for a year. Inside was a 9' by 12' concrete floor. He placed the crate at the back of the room, flipped on a light switch that illuminated an overhead bulb, and pulled the door closed from the inside.
A crowbar was used to pry the top off of the crate. Inside, Catherine lay curled up in a fetal position dressed in a black negligee that he'd bought for her at a horribly expensive boutique in the south of France. The drug was keeping her sedated, quiet, and free from any duress her abduction would have otherwise caused. She would sleep through the last hours of her life.
He reached down and rubbed on his crotch. His penis stirred and partially hardened as he thought about her incredible mouth. Her silky soft lips, warm flicking tongue...she was good in bed, better than most, but it was her mouth that was undeniably exquisite. He ejaculated into her mouth in the car after dinner, and it was wonderful. At his rented exclusive home he loved the rest of her. Afterwards he insisted on more fellatio and she reluctantly consented. He would have enjoyed even more, but she was already growing suspicious. He had no choice, or else he might have lost her as he did Mary Beth.
He pulled a cell phone from his overalls pocket and selected a number from the pre-programmed directory. After several seconds it rang at the other end. After five rings an electronic voice offered an opportunity to leave a message. He accepted. "Tick tock, Gil. Time's running out."
He returned the phone to his pocket and glanced at Catherine. "I'll be back in six hours to administer another injection. Sweet dreams, my love."
* * * * *
"We found a strand of blonde hair on the back of the note. I'm running a DNA test on it now. There were some smudges but no useable fingerprints."
He turned to Greg. "The second you have a DNA match, find me."
Gil passed Warrick in the hallway. He appeared stunned by the news Sara had just shared with him. Grissom turned the corner and headed to his office. A red message light blinked at him. He punched in the numbers necessary to retrieve the message.
"Warrick?" he shouted after listening to the eerie warning.
Warrick just happened to be within earshot and hurried to Grissom's office. As soon as he appeared in the doorway Gil rattled off his instructions. "The cocky bastard left me voicemail. Get on it. We need a location."
Warrick shifted gears and headed towards the electronic analysis lab. The initial shock of Catherine's abduction had passed, and was replaced by a determination to save her. There was something he needed to tell her, and he had to have one last chance to do precisely that.
Greg was jogging down the hallway towards Warrick with a piece of paper in his hand. Without breaking his stride he shouted "Grissom?"
"Office," Warrick responded as he stepped aside and allowed Greg to pass.
Gil was just stepping through the doorway when Greg approached. "Got a match; Bridget Wilder, murder victim from Atlanta two years ago. It was unsolved."
"She's the inopportune blunder," Grissom muttered under his breath. "Good work, Greg. Thanks for the rush."
"Of course," he said with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile on his face and proudly thrust his chest forward.
The prideful look wasn't lost on Grissom. "Good work, Greg. Not great."
Gil barely had time to start downloading Bridget Wilder's case file when O'Riley showed up. "We found Catherine's vehicle. Looks clean, but if you want to check it out it's parked at a new French place called La Chateau or some crap like that. It's over on Henderson. I talked to the manager. He says the guy she was with was a rich jet-set type, paid in cash. I have the receipt. He's on his way in to work up a composite sketch."
Grissom accepted the plastic baggie with a paper receipt enclosed.
Grissom automatically asked "Did you..."
O'Riley held up a pair of latex gloves. Grissom stopped mid-sentence. "Thanks. I appreciate the assist. Could you..."
"I'll take it to trace."
"Thanks. You know, we might be adding a new position."
"Not my style, but thanks for the information." O'Riley turned and headed for the trace analysis lab.
For a brief moment his thoughts turned to Lizzy. He was attracted to the young woman and missed the way she made him feel. He promised her a lab tour and sincerely felt she had a knack for forensics. When they made it through this case he promised himself he'd look her up. He didn't acknowledge the feelings he had developed for her.
After the case file was downloaded he selected the print option. As each page printed he began to read. And then he saw the admission by detectives. They missed a videotape in the victim's VCR just as the killer had gambled they would. It was a tape that would have led them to the killer who, in a way, wanted to get caught. But through an inopportune blunder the Alphabet killer escaped and was back again.
Grissom rushed from the room and saw O'Riley on the verge of leaving. He shouted "O'Riley!"
The Sergeant stopped and turned.
"Get to Catherine's house. Look for a videotape, CD, or DVD, and be sure to check the players," Grissom requested. "This guy is giving us a fair chance at saving her, and I'll be damned if we don't expend every resource to do just that."
But Grissom kept thinking of the note. He sensed that was the key. He held out an unrealistic hope that Quantico could find it.
* * * * *
Nick reached into the glass and retrieved another large ice cube. Lisa's arms were outstretched with both wrists bound to the headboard by silk scarves that Candy had retrieved from the nightstand beside the king-sized bed. Candy lay on her left side with the blankets up to her waist and observed the action with a naughty grin on her face.
Lisa was on top of the blankets. Rivulets of water from a previously melted ice cube ran down from the pink tips of both breasts. The nipples glistened with wetness and throbbed excitedly. Her thighs tightened and released repeatedly, placing delightful pressure on her aroused pussy. It, too, was wet.
Nick's hand rubbed the ice on Lisa's flat lower belly. The slender body stiffened as her voice groaned. He moved the cube between her parted legs and pressed it against an inner thigh. He caressed both inner thighs with the cube, which left behind a trail of water. The cold cube warmed her tingling loins and sparked a release of essence that moistened her pink pussy lips. When he pressed the last remaining portion of the ice cube against the lips Lisa cried out. Her hips made a desperate fucking motion as she rubbed herself upon his wet fingertips.
"Enough," she complained as desire filled her form. "Take me now."
Nick ignored her pleas, realizing that she was in no position to make demands. He placed his hot mouth and both hands on her right breast, totally devouring it. Candy did the same to her left. Lisa's loud moaning filled the room. Her body tensed and back arched as pleasure rippled through her flesh. Teeth, lips, tongues, and squeezing fingers delighted and overwhelmed her senses. A squirt of nectar left her aroused, aching pussy dripping with lubrication and anxious to be filled with his penis. While she'd been happy with women to this point, her body now needed a man.
Lisa's sex tinged the air with her raw scent, capturing the attention of her lovers and drawing them both to her crotch. Nick licked and caressed her quaking inner thighs as Candy pushed the fragile folds apart and feasted on the wetness that coated the slick walls of her slit. A finger pushed inside of her orifice. Her bound body writhed as she loudly announced the pleasure that embraced her flesh. Her hands impatiently tugged on the scarves that tied them in place as her body demanded sexual release. She was eager for it and tried to escape and claim it herself, but the bindings defiantly denied her bid for freedom.
Candy was every bit as devious. Her tongue stimulated the enlarged clit until Lisa's body twitched in ecstasy and was close to climax, then moved away and kept her on edge but unable to achieve orgasm. It was torture of a different kind and left her best friend frustrated and even more desperate than before. The teasing continued for what seemed like hours as the sound and feel of lapping tongues on her juicy pussy sounded. Several times she was so close, but the cycle of building excitement and retreat was repeated. When Candy sensed Lisa could take no more, she backed away and encouraged Nick to enjoy her.
Nick kneeled between her legs and lifted her body up off the bed. Candy stuffed pillows underneath Lisa's lower back and raised up her crotch. Nick moved forward and guided his erect penis between the outer lips and into her steamy canyon. It slid into position at the tight opening and throbbed against the orifice. His hips moved slowly and the head stretched the walls apart over the round tip as Lisa gasped and winced in discomfort. After his head popped inside he moved deeper and gave her what she'd been begging for.
"Oh!" her voice cried out from the mixture of stinging pain and jolts of tingling delight. "Oh yeah, deeper. Give it to me, baby. Oh, you're so big. Uh!"
Encouraged by her response, Nick moved his hips faster, forcing the narrow canal open and reaching deeper. More and more of her pussy wrapped around him until he finally gave her his full length. Thick creamy wetness ringed his driving cock with lubricating warmth, and the smell of sex increased. She fucked him enthusiastically, moving her hips in a circular motion and bumping her hips against him.
Their bodies shimmered in the yellow light of the bedside lamp as beads of perspiration appeared on their skin and rolled away. His salty drops dripped onto her body, mixed with hers, and ran onto the bed. Her leaking essence stained the top pillow with wetness in a spot that started the size of a dime but quickly grew in dimension.
Nick grasped her hips and began fucking her with long, deep strokes and rabbit-like quickness. Their moist bodies loudly slapped together as her moaning grew faster and louder. When she stiffened he knew she was there. Her body erupted in powerful spasms of ecstasy as she climaxed.
The headboard protested as her flailing outstretched arms jerked on the scarves. The frame squeaked as her lithe body twitched and shuddered like never before. Her voice grunted and groaned in high-pitch wails that attracted an unappreciative thumping on the wall, but they persisted.
Nick was determined to cum in her this time, and he was getting close himself. After her exhausting orgasm ended he slowed the pace and made long penetrations that reached as deeply as possible inside of her glorious canal. The hot flesh grasped his full size and pulsated, eager to milk the seed from him. As he extended fully into her the skin that encased his throbbing cock stretched and caused additional stimulation. His heavy balls were ready, and the semen began its ascent.
He moved slowly with purposeful strokes and softly groaned as the pleasure of climax approached. When his seed advanced his body tensed and jerked as he ejaculated inside of her. Several more strokes extended the delightful relief as his balls anxiously released the remainder of the semen.
He removed himself and sat back. "That was great," he announced in a breathless voice.
"Yeah," Lisa agreed, her face flushed red in the afterglow of the intense pleasure he'd given her.
Candy leaned over and started untying the scarves. She hoped he would be up for another round before too long. Watching them had gotten her excited, and they had all night as far as she was concerned.
* * * * *
The minutes were ticking by and the passage of time brought Catherine closer to death. Grissom was so frustrated he could taste it. He knew the key was in the note, but he just didn't see it. Sara's arrival was a welcome distraction.
"Mary Beth Briscoe is a high society type. She plans and hosts a lot of charity fundraisers in the city. She met our suspect at a charity dinner and silent auction. He was very generous and she agreed to have dinner with him. As it turns out, her husband was in New York City on business and had a mild heart attack so she had to cancel her plans. I asked New York CSI for an assist on this. They'll be working up a sketch as soon as she makes it in. They'll send it to us as soon as they can."
"Maybe we can get somewhere with it," he hoped. "O'Riley has another witness coming in as well. Between the two we should end up with a good lead."
"Or two different faces altogether," Sara quipped as she knew that different witnesses of the same crime frequently had completely different interpretations.
"Check with Warrick and see if he's come up with anything on that recording. I have to get this note figured out," Grissom said in a frustrated tone that wasn't lost on Sara.
Several more minutes ticked by as Gil read it again and again, looking for some clue to the arrangement of letters and words that might lead to the discovery of its intent. He refused to give up, or even acknowledge the possibility that Catherine might not make it.
"Hey KC, wait up," an unrecognized voice shouted down the hallway.
"Initials," the thought suddenly popped into his mind. "His victims? His...what? What does a serial killer admire? The successes of his peers that he's trying to outdo!"
It was the fastest that Grissom ever moved in his life and he ran to Greg.
"Greg, they're initials!" he excitedly exclaimed with no time to lose. "Match them with a known serial killer's victims."
Greg hesitated. "Would this be considered great, by your standards, if I do?"
"Do it!" Gil angrily shouted.
He ran them as Grissom watched over his left shoulder. The computer began a search that was too slow for Gil's comfort. His hand slapped the desk impatiently. Seconds seemed like minutes, and each one brought Catherine's demise that much closer.
"John Wayne Gacy," Greg announced as the victim lost was narrowed to a single killer.
Grissom sighed in relief, confident they were on the right trail. "Get with the FBI. We need a contents listing of the house, particularly any videos."
Gil paced like a caged lion as he waited for his requests to be fulfilled. They were, painfully slowly. He didn't know where Catherine was and his imagination, fueled by the fearful crime scenes that haunted him, fed his mind images he preferred not to see.
"Got the contents list," Greg announced as words filled the screen. "Filtering..."
"Please, let me be right," Grissom whispered to himself.
"There's a list of recorded movies. The guy liked some sick stuff," Greg decided.
"Was there a video in the player?"
"Dillinger."
Grissom knew the movie. "He was killed just outside the Biograph Theater in Chicago on North Lincoln."
"There is no North Lincoln," Warrick announced as he walked in on the conversation with no helpful data from the message. "There's a Lincoln Road that leads out toward Nellis AFB and dead-ends at Cheyenne. They're building in that area."
Grissom was intrigued. "Check it out. Maybe there's a North Lincoln now, or perhaps he's telling us she's north of Lincoln. If you find something be sure to call for backup."
* * * * *
Warrick drove his SUV north on Lincoln. Along the way he saw a new, illuminated billboard that caught his attention. It advertised "North Lincoln Storage" in bold black letters, "New" in red, and in green it stated "Climate controlled units available with 24 hour access".
"No way," he said to himself as he took note of the address. It was just up ahead.
As he closed the remaining distance he called Grissom. "I may have something. There's a new place just up ahead that just opened, called North Lincoln Storage. It has climate controlled storage units. Do you think our suspect may have her stashed in one of those?"
"John Wayne Gacy reportedly murdered twenty seven men," Gil responded. "It's a long shot, but it's the best we have to go on right now. Let me get with Jim Brass and see what he can do to help. I'll let him know where you are. We may need a search warrant."
"I'll just take a peek."
"Warrick, be careful. This guy is clever and dangerous."
"I can be, too," Warrick said as the conversation ended.
He parked and walked to the steel-framed glass doors and entered. After passing through the lobby he entered a hallway. It connected to others. Roll-up steel doors were evenly spaced to his left and right. A few of them had locks in place, but many more appeared to be empty. Although the doors were closed, they weren't locked.
"Twenty seven," he whispered to himself as he observed the unit numbers. When he reached the end of one corridor he followed the signs and entered another. But when he arrived, this door had no lock either. His heart sank as the excitement of his discovery left him like air from a balloon.
He leaned back against the wall beside the storage unit door and shook his head in disbelief. Where did this leave them now? Would they be able to save her, or would another incredible woman be victimized by the mysterious killer?
The door noisily rolled open fast. Both men were stunned, and each reached for their weapon in a desperate attempt to save themselves. Neither was quicker than the other, and each had their respective handgun readied at the same time. It was a Mexican stand-off.
"I'm impressed," the Alphabet killer stated. "I really didn't think you'd find her. Not before it was too late."
"I'm smarter than I look," Warrick quipped. "Put the weapon down."
"No, I'm afraid I can't. And if you shoot me, we all die. There's still time to save her, if you hurry. I just injected her." He slowly backed up down the hall toward an exit, and freedom, holding his weapon aimed on Warrick's chest. "She's a beautiful woman, and very special. It'd be a waste to let her die here. Get her to the hospital. A quick blood test will show the doctors what they need to do to keep her alive. But time is getting short. Tick tock. Following me would be a mistake."
When the killer reached a connecting hallway he backed around the corner and disappeared.
"Freeze!" a voice commanded from the front of the building seconds later.
Explosions sounded as shots were exchanged. They were especially loud in the narrow corridors. Warrick ran to the hallway and carefully peered around the wall. Jim Brass was cautiously approaching the killer, who was lying motionless on the cement floor.
"Good timing," Warrick said, making his presence known. "Get an ambulance. She's in unit twenty seven."
Warrick rushed back to the closed door and lifted it open. He found her curled in a wood crate dressed in a sexy black negligee. He reached inside, lifted her out, and held her in his arms. He kissed her soft, dry lips several times before lowering her to the floor. He couldn't help but admire her sexy form, partially visible through the thin negligee.
"Is she okay?" Jim questioned.
"She's stable," Warrick confirmed. "Her pulse is steady. He told me before you shot him that he injected her with something but there was still time to save her. I'm not sure if we can believe him or not. But I do see a few needle marks on her arm."
"He's been keeping her sedated," Jim noticed. "Maybe that's all it is. Let's hope."
* * * * *
Warrick and Grissom both maintained a vigil in the hospital room. Blood tests confirmed Jim's suspicion. She was heavily sedated but would be fine.
"What happened with Nick?" Gil questioned, now that he had time to move on and think of other issues. "I agreed to let you both have the same night off but you guys knew you were on call."
"We went to a night club, hung out for an hour, and left," Warrick explained. "I had a woman on my arm, and he had his around two. That's when we parted company. I don't know any more than that."
Grissom raised an eyebrow. "Two? That's every man's fantasy. I could understand him being tempted to turn off his cell; tempted. But professional integrity should have prevented him from giving in to temptation. I'm very disappointed in him, if that was the case. Were you tempted, Warrick?"
He nervously glanced away and slowly shook his head yes. After a moment's hesitation he returned his gaze to Grissom and answered. "She was young and beautiful. The thought crossed my mind."
"You made the right choice. It may very well be the one that saved her life. I respect your integrity and professionalism."
Gil raised the entomology magazine he'd been pretending to read, but his mind was elsewhere. He mentally drafted a scathing letter of reprimand that would be written, signed by them both, and entered into Nick's official records later that day.
Warrick was content sitting quietly and admiring Catherine's beautiful sleeping face. He memorized the features and thought of how close he'd come to losing her without being able to reveal how he felt. That would change today.
When Catherine's eyes opened she was dazed and confused. She glanced around and saw Warrick asleep in a chair on her left, and Grissom reading an entomology magazine on her right. When she opened her mouth her lips stuck together and she could barely utter a sound. Grissom heard the change in her breathing pattern and looked up. When he realized she was awake he handed her a glass of water. She thankfully sipped the liquid and moistened her mouth and throat.
"What happened?" she immediately asked.
"You almost ended up on Doc's table," Gil answered truthfully.
A shocked expression appeared on her face. Warrick leaned forward and took her left hand into his and tenderly held it. She sensed that there was emotion behind the display, and that he had developed feelings for her that she felt as well. She was surprised by the physical contact and knew things between them had changed during her...whatever it was.
"It's a long story," Warrick started. "There are a lot of things you need to hear."
"Lindsay?" she next asked as her mind began to clear.
"With your mother," Warrick reassured her. "I'll call them after we talk."
"I'll let you catch her up," Grissom decided as he felt like a third wheel and suddenly uncomfortable. He looked at her lying form. "I'm glad you're back. Take all the time off you need."
After stepping off the elevator Gil observed reporters starting to assemble at the main entrance of the hospital. He found a different way out.