I'm Wrong All The Time....

Author: KhiDax

Pairing: Gil/Catherine/Warrick

Rating: NC-17

Warning: This story contains m/m and f/m sex scenes if these might squick you out do not read any further, you have been duly warned!!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Mine no! CBS, Anthony Zuiker et al Yes! Pity :o(

Author's Note: Blame Billy and Marg for these little pieces. They keep Acting these out in my head! The title comes from a Grissom quote In the first season episode "Justice is Served." 'I'm wrong all the Time, it's how I eventually get to right.'

Parts between **** are Flashbacks and >>>> Represents new scene.

Feedback: Please it's what keeps me writing and please be kind, this is my first Attempt at a 3some with a guy being the meat in the sandwich! <g>

Archive: If anyone could possibly want one of mine they can take it! Just let me Know where you put it so I can visit.

Dedication: To Aby as always and you certainly know why girl! To VividlyBlue for For being my inspiration and to Erin for doing such a quick and thorough Beta for me when I was so unsure of this story

I'm Wrong All The Time....
by KhiDax

Gil Grissom was sitting in his darkened office, his forearms on his desk and his head on his arms. Okay, so he was hiding. He'd had a terrible night and he thought if one more thing went wrong he might just start to cry and that was an outburst he didn't think any of his subordinates could handle.

The evening has started out well enough, Nick and Sara were finishing up a case they'd been assigned the night before, and the Sheriff was bemoaning overtime expenses again on everything bar homicide cases. Catherine was going over a case she'd to testify in court about later in the week so that left Warrick and him to travel to the new crime scene. A 406-house burglary.

Warrick was driving and for once Grissom actually felt relaxed enough to fall asleep during the drive. He didn't sleep well at the best of times and of late it had been worse. He was rudely awakened by a bang, and then he was thrown forward; only to be brought up abruptly by the seatbelt with a searing pain in his neck and shoulders.

"Warrick, what the hell..." he growled, his right hand rubbing his neck.

"You okay, Griss?" Warrick asked almost drowning his boss out, and concern ringing in his voice. He'd seen Grissom started to nod off and had decided to leave him, he knew the man suffered from frequent bouts of insomnia so like most of his team he let Grissom grab forty winks when ever the opportunity arose. "Some idiot just ran into the back of us," Warrick looked into his rear view mirror and saw the other driver getting out of his car, "you stay here, I'll sort this out." Taking the younger man's advice Grissom stayed in the car, fingers working on his tense neck and shoulders.

After a while, he noticed the time on the clock and listening to the voices getting louder he realised that they were going to be here for longer than they had expected so he reached for his cell phone and dialled Nick Stokes.

"Yeah, it's Grissom, you and Sara are going to have to cover for Warrick and I," there was a pause while Nick assimilated the information and then for his reply. "No, we're fine," Grissom assured him, "just had a bit of a fender bender, but the other driver's being a pain in the ass." Another pause, "Right, good, the copy of the assignment slip is on the desk in my office. You can get the particulars from that."

Half an hour later they were on their way back to base, thankfully an eyewitness had stepped forward and everything had been resolved in the criminalists' favour. They were only minutes away when Grissom's cell rang.

"Grissom," he answered as usual, it was a habit they'd all fallen into, answering their cells by their last names. "Yeah, Jim, okay. No we handed over to Nick and Sara on that one." Warrick could vaguely hear a voice but couldn't have identified it as Brass or tell what he was saying. "I'll explain when we see you. Okay, we'll be there in fifteen."

Glancing away from the road Warrick asked, "New case?"

Sighing and rubbing his neck again with his right hand, Grissom replied, "Yes, 419 at 3176 White Castle Street. So we're up."

"Okay," Warrick replied, adding, "but when we get back to the lab I'm giving you a neck and shoulder massage and no arguments." His boss looked at him in surprise, "You won't let me take you to the Emergency Room to get you checked out and I'm sure you've got what could be a whiplash."

"I'm fine, Warrick, really," Grissom protested, unless it was to visit someone else, question a witness or something else to do with a case there was no way anyone was going to get Gil Grissom to step inside a hospital.

"Fine my ass," the green-eyed man shot back angrily, "you've been favouring your neck since it happened, and - " he continued not allowing the other man to protest, "-I happen to be an excellent masseuse." He could see his boss staring at him out of the corner of his eye. "I learned when my Grandma took ill, it was one of the few things that helped her relax enough to get some sleep."

Grissom knew he wasn't going to get anywhere arguing the point so he let it go. He had a feeling it was going to be a busy night and he doubted that Warrick would get the chance to make good on his threat, so he just keep his mouth shut.

Arriving at the scene, Brass filled them in on all the pertinent details and the two criminalists entered the house.

"Looks like it started in here," Warrick said pointing to a pool of blood on the carpet, "And then headed toward the hall," There were droplets of blood heading to another room.

"You do in here," Grissom instructed, "I'll process next door," he pointed to the other room which turned out to be the kitchen and both men separated to begin their work.

Having completed his analysis of most of the room, Grissom saw what he thought looked like a smudge of blood on the closet door. He took a sample, bagged it and put it in his pocket. Then he opened the door to check inside.

A man in his twenties sprang at him, punching him once in the stomach and once in the face. As the grey haired man staggered backwards, blocking the youth's path, the perp lashed out kicking Grissom three times in quick succession between the legs. Giving a strangled cry of pain Grissom collapsed to the floor trying not to throw up as he curled up into a foetal position, moaning and tears streaming down his face as the youth leapt over him. This just wasn't his night!

Hearing the disturbance Warrick came rushing into the room gun drawn. He saw his boss on the floor, obviously in pain, and a blond haired man making for the back door. "Stop!" Warrick yelled, "Perp on the premises!" He cried over his should loud enough for the officers to hear. Seconds later the youth was in custody and Warrick and Brass were crouched over Grissom.

"You okay Gil?" Brass asked. It was a stupid question, he knew, but it was automatic.

Raising a hand in acknowledgement Grissom managed to wheeze, "I'll be fine, just give me a minute," it was an outright lie of course, but he was going to deal with this himself.

Warrick finished processing the scene, giving his boss the time he needed to recover from the initial shock and pain, then at Grissom's behest he drove them back to their H.Q.

And that was why the graveyard shift supervisor was now hiding in his office.

He heard people talking outside the door but didn't pay any attention to them. The door was locked and no one knew he was in here but Warrick he was safe. Or at least he thought he was.

A key rattled in the lock and the door opened allowing Catherine and Warrick to enter. 'Damn,' he thought, he'd known there would come a time when he regret giving Catherine free access to his sanctuary.

"Whatever is it, it can wait," Grissom growled angrily, couldn't he even suffer in private?

"Warrick filled me in on your night's events," Catherine told him, she sounded upset and he didn't really want to deal with her right now," and Brass just called from county lock up, that guy was wearing steel toe caps..." she left the sentence hanging waiting for him to make some comment. When he didn't she signalled to Warrick and they both walked over to the seated man and circled
behind the desk.

"You were too stubborn to let anyone check you over at the scene, much as the paramedics wanted to," Catherine all but snapped at him since she was angry, "So we're going to take care of it now," and she held up two items he could vaguely make out in the dim light as a packet of wipes and a jar of cream.

This was the last thing Grissom wanted, couldn't they just leave him alone for one night? "Look," he said raising both hands in an attempt to ward off the couple, "I'll be fi...."

The younger man had moved behind Grissom and startled the older man by pulling his chair away from the desk. Before he had time to react, Warrick had placed his arms under his boss' bringing them up inside the older man's grasp he took a hold of the Grissom's wrists.

Catherine managed to duck in front of the chair just as Warrick effortlessly lifted Grissom out of the chair enough for her to unfasten the blue-eyed man's pants. As she descended to the floor, she drew his pants and shorts with her pulling them down to his ankles.

Warrick then sat his boss back on his seat and pushed the chair far enough forward that it was covered by the desk and shielded his nudity, leaving him with some vestige of dignity.

Grissom was stunned, his first rational thought was to get out of there as quickly as he could but that wasn't feasible with his clothes at his ankles. He sat there staring straight ahead until a clicking noise drew his eyes down to his desk and he saw a glimmer of light blossoming from underneath it. Apparently Catherine had her mini maglite with her and was using it to inspect
the damage.

"Dammit, Gil," she snapped, "You had to know just how bad this was, why wait to get it seen to?"

Starting to massage the tender spots on the older man's neck and hearing him wince as he did so, Warrick asked, "How bad is it?"

They both heard Catherine sigh the sound of her ripping something open, and then Grissom felt a cold moist cloth rub against his inner right thigh. "Extensive abrasions to both inner thighs and the scrotum," she informed them, "As well as two or three cuts that are still weeping on the scrotum itself."

This was embarrassing, sitting here listening to two of his subordinates discussing him, so Grissom tried to treat it like any other crime scene report and ignore the personal implications.

"You should really have the professionals check this out, Gil," Catherine muttered from under the desk. She felt him stiffen and knew only too well what his answer would be to that, what was it with him and hospitals anyway? "But I know there's not a hope in hell of you ever doing that so I'll do the best I can."

Catherine finished cleaning the area and applied the cream she brought with her. It must have had anaesthetic properties because in a few moments the pain had diminished to a dull ache, something Grissom was extremely thankful for. "I'm going to rub the muscles on your inner thighs, Gil," Catherine warned him, "So don't have a fit." She gave a chuckle knowing just how sensitive he was there. "If I don't you probably won't be able to walk to your car tonight never mind drive it home."

It wasn't what Grissom wanted, he wasn't sure he could trust Catherine to play nice, but surely she wouldn't start anything with Warrick there?

As the younger man worked on his tired neck and shoulders and Catherine manipulated his painful thigh muscles, Grissom felt himself begin to relax and unwind. After such a rotten night it was nice to just take his ease, slowly he began to drift and finally fell asleep. It didn't surprise Catherine when this happened, she knew that Gil hadn't slept for the last four nights no matter what they'd tried to do to induce sleep and she explained this to Warrick when he voiced his surprise.

As they worked Catherine thought of the drunken evening she had spent with Grissom two or three weeks ago.

Catherine and Grissom found themselves with the night off, she officially on leave, he after an unexpected migraine attack. Gil had wanted to go straight into work the minute it had cleared but Cath had insisted he play it safe. The stress of a new case could quite easily make it return.

Although it wasn't the smartest of choices, drinking so soon after a migraine, one glass of wine with dinner had led to another and soon they were on the second bottle without realising it. Neither really got the chance to indulge with alcohol anymore the pressures of work and the need to remain fit enough to drive even when they were off duty in case they were urgently required saw to that, so it wasn't surprising that the wine got the better of them relatively quickly.

That was when Catherine had the sudden bright idea to play truth or dare, spin the bottle style. She hastily wrote out almost legible notes of strips of paper only using truth and dare, she didn't feel either of them was fit enough to indulge in the other categories. She placed the strips of paper in a rough circle and put the empty wine bottle in the middle.

To begin with the questions were rather tame but as the evening progressed they got more intimate and involved. When Gil got stuck with truth again he groaned mentally, wondering what secret Catherine would extract from him this time?

"Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about Nick or Warrick?" She asked pure devilment shining in her eyes and a wicked grin on her face.

Grissom was dumbstruck; this was exactly the sort of thing he had feared. Catherine could always come up with the most amazing and unusual questions he'd ever heard of, but this was one he definitely didn't want to answer. He could feel his face colour and his ears burning as he hastily tried to think of a way to divert her from the question.

"Catherine!" He gasped in shock," his mind drawing a complete blank, "what sort of question is that to ask anyone?" He knew she'd persist and tried to think how to lie to her without her knowing it but knew that was futile. Somehow she always knew when he wasn't telling the truth, he didn't know how she did it and it unnerved him that she could read him so well.

"One you have to answer," she replied chuckling at his embarrassment, he looked so cute when he was flustered that she couldn't help doing it to him as often as she could, "And from your attempt at evasion, I'd say the answer was yes."

His face darkened to an even deeper colour of red and he couldn't look her in the eye. How did she do it? Eventually he gave a small nod and whisper quietly, "One drunken wet dream hardly constitutes a fantasy," he reached for his wine glass putting it up to his lips as he added, "And don't bother digging for anything more because I've said all I'm going to." And he took a large gulp of his wine.

Catherine smothered a laugh, 'Only if you don't land on truth again,' she thought mischievously. This was a useful piece of information, she'd never seen this particular side of her lover before and she found it exciting. For what ever Grissom may tell himself she could see that the thought still held some power over him. They'd been intimate for too long now for her to miss the signs of his budding arousal.

It took another three glasses of wine and ten turns of the bottle but eventually Catherine got all the information she needed. The alcohol had sufficiently loosened Grissom's tongue and she now knew what she wanted to do. She looked down at the sleeping form of her lover as they lay in bed that night, 'So,' she thought a plan hatching in her mind, 'Gil has a fascination with Warrick does he?' She chuckled quietly not wanting to risk waking him.

Knowing that left to his own devices Gil Grissom would never act on this fantasy Catherine was spurred to new heights of creativity. Gil always maintained he was strictly het and this curiosity didn't mean anything different but she'd finally managed to get him to admit that he hadn't been drunk merely exhausted when he dreamt of the three of them together and she felt a certain thrill
travel through her own body at the thought. As she fell asleep she wondered if there was any way to persuade the young African American to take part in her plan?

Chapter two

Grissom came awake with a start, not believing what was happening; he must be dreaming. Taking in his surrounding he realised that somehow in the last few minutes he'd ended up sitting in his office chair completely naked. When had that happened? How had they managed it? He was sure he hadn't slept that long. His back, chest and neck were smothered with some type of oil, scentless thank God, and Warrick was doing an extremely good job of soothing his aching muscles.

At first he thought it was that which had awoken him, but as a shudder coursed through his body he swallowed a gasp and then in a shaky voice said, "Ah, Catherine.." he coughed to clear his throat, "What do you think you're doing?" The sensation of her running her tongue around the tip of his penis and then taking its full length into her mouth left him totally speechless. She couldn't be doing this not here and now with Warrick standing right behind him?

She flicked her tongue back and forth across the tip again and this time he couldn't contain the groan that slipped between his lips as he felt the familiar tightening in his groin and gut. 'Oh God!' he thought panic and a surprising thrill running through him, 'she's actually going to do this with someone else in the room.' He was startled to realise that he wasn't completely freaked
out by this fact. It added a certain buzz of excitement that he'd never experienced before.

Catherine wrapped her fingers around the base of her lover's shaft, she knew he was close but she didn't want this experience to end too quickly. She and Warrick had put a lot of thought into this trying to decide just how far the younger man could participate without Grissom realising just what was going on. She blew across his tip as he shuddered and tensed then she took him back into her mouth, pumping and suckling for all she was worth but still not allowing him any release.

Warrick felt the man under his hands shudder and the muscles under his fingers tense. That was his sign to turn the massage into caressing but not too lightly, they didn't want Grissom to realise that Warrick knew exactly what was going on. Catherine had told him where all the sensitive spots were on Grissom's neck and upper body where he liked to be touched the most. Although he couldn't kiss or suckle them as she did, however much he might like to, he could tease and nip them with his fingertips and that's just what he did.

The younger man had been embarrassed a year ago when Catherine had discovered what he'd always considered was his deep dark secret... that he was bisexual. It was something he had never discussed with anyone and wouldn't have to the day if it hadn't been for a chance encounter.

Catherine had been called by the owner of a local bar that catered to gays and bisexuals when Eddie had turned up looking for a fight with a fagot. Why Catherine's then husband had been in the bar in the first place or why they decided to call her when she was legally separated from the jerk, Warrick never found out. All he knew was that he had walked out of the mens room into the
commotion and found Catherine and Eddie at its heart. Busted! He'd wanted to die on the spot and had dreaded turning up for work later that evening, but Catherine had been great about the whole thing.

She'd got them both assigned to the same case and as they drove there and back again had literally pumped him for information on his secret existence, as she had jokingly put it. Once she was sure that he was happy and that he was being really careful she'd accepted him for who and what he was. It didn't change him in her eyes and she had promised she wouldn't say anything to the others. If he wanted them to know that was his call not hers.

One of their many late night discussions had led to this very moment in Grissom's office. Catherine had came right out and asked him how he felt about their supervisor. Warrick hadn't known how to answer at first. He was one of the very few people who knew at that time, that Gil and Cath were sleeping together and building a life with one another, one secret deserved another Catherine had stated when she'd told him. He'd taken a deep breath and tried to answer her as honestly as he could.

"There have only ever been two people in this department I have seriously considered asking out," he started knowing that she'd thought he was avoiding the question. "I never asked the guy for two reasons. One he was het and two he was in love with the woman I was interested in. She was in love with him too but neither of them had come to their senses back then."

Catherine had stared at him in confusion at first, not understanding what he meant and then she'd given him one of her dazzling smiles as she'd realised what he'd said. "You mean me and Gil?" There'd been joy and laughter in her voice and that had helped him relax. "That's very good to know because I may just have a proposition for you?" And that had led them trying to pick the right time to put their plan into action. Tonight had just been too perfect an opportunity to see how far they could go.

Grissom's groan brought him back to the here and now. Hearing his boss lost in his arousal, Warrick allowed his hands to trail down the naked chest before him, tweaking gently on the older man's nipples when they became accessible and smiling as they hardened and peaked.

"Oh God!" Grissom gasped in a strangled whisper, his hips coming up off the chair and then his back arching. Warrick kept up the erotic play allowing his hands to slip between Grissom's nipples and his navel as he listened to the man's breath becoming deep and ragged.

Sensing how far gone her lover was Catherine let go of his shaft and worked to push him over the edge into his orgasm, she could feel his muscles writhing and twitching as he gasped for air.

Seeing his friend raise his right had to his mouth no doubt in an attempt to smother his cry of climax, Warrick smiled, and leaning around the man, he grabbed his wrist and placed it back on the arm rest. As he did so he put his mouth to Grissom's ear. "Relax, Gil," he said in a breathy whisper knowing the effect his breath would have on the other man, he accented the L heavily
allowing himself to actually lick the outer rim of the blue-eyed man's ear.

Grissom's gasp was ragged and involuntary, he no longer had any control over his body the others had seen to that. He gave a strangled cry and shuddered convulsively as his orgasm peeked. There was only one tiny part of his mind that was still capable of subconscious, rational thought and he couldn't believe this had really happened. He couldn't accept that Warrick had not only known what was going on but also taken an active part in it; it must just have been his imagination. The man was only giving him a massage. But his body had definitely felt as though it was under a dual attack. It had been a very rewarding and different experience.

As her lover's body stilled in the aftermath, Catherine felt him slump sated and relaxed it was nice to see he had been so worked up for the last week. She took out a fresh wipe and began to clean him up, making sure she didn't rub off any of the cream she had so carefully applied. She felt that had been an acceptable if covert introduction for Gil Grissom into the joys of sex with multiple partners and hoped it would make the rest of their plan easier to implement.

'Well,' she thought, sighing to herself as she pushed back the chair and started pulling his clothes up to his knees, 'I guess we'll find out for sure in two day time.'

Between them, Warrick and Catherine managed to get Grissom dressed and onto the sofa. The culmination of four days insomnia, the accident, the attack and what had turned into mind blowing sex had exhausted him to the point that his body just shut down on him and he fell asleep. So covering him with a blanket they left him to recover and went to see what the rest of the team was up to.

Warrick's only regret about the night had been the fact that he hadn't been able to see Grissom's face during their exploits. He would have liked to but he and Cath had agreed that Gil would handle this better if he still had some degree of anonymity, and Warrick was willing to wait.

Chapter three

Two days later, it was Grissom's birthday. He and Catherine enjoyed a lovely meal that she had prepared the day before in her own kitchen and had added the finishing touches to at his townhouse.

The bottle of wine she'd brought with her was quite an expensive one and had a rather good kick to it, so it wasn't surprising that Grissom didn't notice how much he'd consumed. Catherine was being careful; she wanted him relaxed, not unresponsive. Besides they both had to work that night, though she'd let it be known that Gil was to be left with his paperwork or lab experiments and only called out into the field if it was an emergency. It was the sort of thing they did for all the team members if they had to work on a private special occasion.

As he returned from the kitchen and clearing up, he'd insisted despite her rebuke because of all the hard work she'd put into the meal, they moved to the sofa and a cup of coffee. That was the signal for Catherine to begin the next phase of their plan.

"Gil," she said leaning forward cradling her coffee in both hands and hoping he couldn't see how nervous she was, "Do you remember that drunken conversation we had a few weeks ago?"

Grissom frowned studying her. He'd spent a panicked day after that conversation trying to remember just exactly what he'd said to her. It taken most of the day but eventually he'd remembered most of it, to his chagrin, and knew that some day it would come back to haunt him, but not in what form. He had a sneaking suspicion he was just about to find out. "What about it?" He asked trying to remain calm and not sure he was succeeding.

"Well," she answered hesitantly, "Seeing as it's your birthday, I decided to do something special for you as a present."

He had a very uneasy feeling about this, but also had to acknowledge a fluttering of excitement in his stomach. What was going on with him? "You've already given me my present, Cath," he told her his voice shaking ever so slightly much to his dismay.

"Ah, but this is special," she countered and she had a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

His face turned scarlet and Grissom whispered, "You didn't?" His throat tightened and his stomach tingled, she couldn't have done what he thought she had, even she wouldn't have the nerve for that would she?

Catherine tried not to smile; it would ruin her attempt at innocence, "I didn't what, Gil?" She asked in a meek, almost childish voice.

Gulping Grissom asked her, "Please tell me you didn't tell Warrick about that ridiculous fantasy we talked about?" Although he was horrified at the thought of the younger man knowing, he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him just at the prospect. This was all just too confusing for him. Catherine merely nodded, a grin spreading across her face. She could see how flushed he
was becoming.

"Oh my God!" Grissom gasped his hands coming up to cover his round wide eyes, "I'm never going to be able to look that man in the eye again," he exhaled not believing she'd done this, even though part of him was secretly pleased.

"Now that would be a real shame, Gil," a masculine voice said behind him.

Gil froze in shock. He didn't, couldn't turn to face his new visitor. Much as he was thrilled that Warrick would want to take part in this he didn't know how to react. Yet part of him wanted this experience had for a long time now, another part of him was absolutely terrified at the prospect.

Warrick walked up behind the sofa and rested his right hand on Grissom's shoulder. He felt the blue-eyed man's shoulders stiffen at the contact. Disappointed at the reaction he looked at Cath and stated, "I've never forced myself on anyone and I'm not going to start now," giving Grissom's shoulder a reassuring squeeze he turned to leave saying, "I guess I better leave you two alone now."

Grissom's shoulders slumped, he rested his chin on his chest and he closed his eyes trying to marshal his roiling thoughts. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He could tell both Catherine and Warrick were disappointed, that they had both wanted to give him this special gift, but it was an even bigger surprise to him that he was disappointed as well.

"Don't go, Warrick," he said in a tight small voice that Warrick barely heard, "I think we need to talk about this first."

Turning to face back into the room, Warrick saw Catherine beckoning him to join them on the sofa, a small light of hope sparkling in her eyes. He willingly walked back to them and sat down on Grissom's other side.

Clearing his throat, Grissom tried to explain. "I've never thought of doing anything like this with a man before," he said, "Not until I met you," and he glanced sheepishly up at the younger man. He knew to get through this and get what he ultimately wanted he was going to have to be more open and honest with them than he had ever been with anyone in his life, and that wasn't going to be easy.

"Catherine knows that I'm not very experienced in these matters, even het wise, but she doesn't know why," he gulped nervously looking nervously from his lover to his friend, "Maybe if I try to explain it will make things simpler."

They both knew how much it must be costing him to open up to them like this and were stunned into silence when he was willing to go this far. 'This must really be important to him,' Catherine thought privately. She began to get very anxious over just what type of can of worms she had opened with this suggestion.

"I've had my fair share of girlfriends," Grissom began smiling ruefully, "Contrary to public opinion, I haven't exactly led the monastic life," Warrick and Catherine both smiled at that but said nothing allowing him to continue at his own pace. "I'll admit not all of them led to sexual encounters but I suppose that's the same for everybody," he paused his tongue darting out nervously to lick his dry lips, "The difference is that I chose not to go there on those occasions not my partner."

'God,' he thought feeling his chest tightening in panic, 'can I really go through with this. I've never told anyone about it, but if anyone deserves the truth I suppose it's these two.'

"When I was a teenager fresh out of high school and preparing to go to college, I was jumped by a gang o f youths one night." He could see the tension growing in his two companions and shock seeping onto their faces at his admission, he couldn't look at them so he got up and started pacing the floor.

"It was a mixed crowd, many of whom had made my life hell all the way through school and whom I was dying to get away from," he didn't even seem to realise he was wringing his hands as he continued, "One of the girls decided it would be fun to give the ghost a going away present, just one last humiliation among friends is how I think she put it." He licked his lips again and
swallowed, "I don't know if my reaction gave it away or not but she quickly realised that I was still a virgin, that seemed to fascinate her and nothing would do but she had to be my first." He closed his eyes trying to will back the tears that the memory brought forth. "Despite my attempts to get free two of her male buddies held me immobile and it didn't take much effort on her part to get my clothes out of the way and manipulate me," then he almost whispered, "she took me right there and then in the alley with all her friends cheering her on." His face coloured with his distress and sense of humiliation, but he knew now that he'd started he had to tell it all.

"As if that wasn't enough, one of the guys, who was accepted for his families power and social position despite the fact he was gay, decided to make it a double deflowering," an uncontrollable sob caught briefly in his throat but he swallowed it and continued, "luckily for me before he could put his plan into action a police car drew up to the end of the alley to see what all the fuss
was about and they all split, leaving me to face the music." He shook his head in dejection, "I made some feeble excuse and ran, I didn't even stop to pick up my bike."

Warrick and Catherine were stunned, shocked, they'd both known from casual throw away remarks that Grissom had made over the years that his school life hadn't been the most pleasant but neither had suspected anything like this. Even Warrick felt it was beyond cruel and he had been picked on, bullied and beaten right up until he took on his sudden spurt of growth when he was sixteen.

"How far did that guy get?" Warrick asked his voice hoarse and thick with emotion. Maybe this plan had been a bad idea, why would Grissom want to go through with it after what had been done to him, fantasy or not. All the green-eyed man wanted to do was wrap his arms around his friend and reassure him but he knew that was the last thing he needed in his present frame of mind.

"If the police had been two seconds slower it would have been rape." Grissom answered his careful detachment crumbling, as tears spilled down his face. He thought he'd dealt with all the emotion and pain that event had cause him and it annoyed him that it was coming out now, that was not what he wanted.

Catherine ran over to him and cuddled him, tears trailing down her own cheeks. Warrick stood right beside them not knowing what to do.

"It was rape, Gil," Warrick said in a quiet voice placing his hand gently on the other man's shoulder and prepared to remove it quickly if it upset him, "It doesn't matter if it's a man doing it to a woman or a woman doing it to a man, as long as it's non-consensual it's rape."

Grissom shook his head, a rueful smile appearing on his face, "Not where I came from, that's why I ran. The police would never have accepted that I didn't ask for it especially with the crowd involved."

"Listen," Warrick said quietly, "Maybe I should just leave and let you two celebrate in private," he was sure that after such a revelation Grissom would need Cath's help and love to come to terms with the memories that had been dredged up.

"No!" Grissom exclaimed, almost shouting, and he reached out a hand to Warrick grabbing the other man's wrist, though he kept a tight grip on Catherine's hand. "No," he said more quietly, "I don't want you to go," he looked at the floor, shaking his head as he tried to find the right words. "I told you both about that not because I was looking for pity but because I wanted you both to
understand why I'm so nervous."

Confusion, fear and desire warred for predominance on his face as he tried to put his feelings into words. "I dealt with the worst of the fallout from that years ago, I don't want it to get in the way of what I want now, but," He felt so stupid maybe Warrick wouldn't want to be apart of this after all he'd said, "What I mean is I'd really like to try this if you're both willing but there's still apart of me that's scared." Why did he have to pick now to reveal his insecurities? Why couldn't he have just kept his mouth shut and accepted their gift? That was the trouble when you didn't know how to relate to people very well.

"Gil, honey," Catherine said running her free hand down his arm, "You have every right to be scared, after what those bastards did to you I'm surprised you're as sexually healthy and talented as you are."

He blushed, shaking his head knowing she was complimenting him but knowing how to take it. "All I ask is that you have patience with me and that we can take this slowly?" Catherine recognised the fear and lust in his voice; it was a confusing mixture.

"If you're sure this is what you really want, I have no objections to taking time and achieving it," Catherine said smiling at him amazed at his courage, "it would be a brand new experience for me as well."

Warrick shook his head, he couldn't get over how strong Grissom was. He didn't know if he could go through with a plan like this if it had been him in that alley no matter how many years ago it was. "Slow is the only way to take something like this, Gil," he assured his friend, "And don't forget I've never been in a threesome before either though I have heard many discussions on the
best way to do things," and he smiled.

"Well," Cath asked, "What's the best way to start?"

"In the bathroom," Warrick informed them, "I'd say a shower is the first order of business." 'Well for Cath at least,' he thought, thinking of the other procedures he'd have to put Grissom through first so that neither man would suffer any pain or risk of infection.

Chapter four

Realising this was something Grissom really wanted to do; both Warrick and Catherine took one of his hands in theirs and led the bashful man to the bathroom.

'I want this,' He thought, but the thought of Warrick seeing him naked embarrassed him. He had at least fifteen years on the younger man and was well aware that he no longer had the toned muscular body of a man in his thirties. He had been shy enough the first time Catherine had seen him but this was different now there would be someone else there he could actually be compared to.

Then, thoughts of that day in his office began to percolate into his mind, "You knew exactly what was going on didn't you?" He asked almost accusingly but the smile on his face disarmed the situation, "The other day in my office, you did participate, it wasn't just my imagination?"

There was no use denying it and Warrick found that he didn't want to. If he were going to fulfil Grissom's fantasy the other man had to be able to trust him and lying to him now would defeat any hope of that. "Yes I did," Warrick answered, "You're right on both accounts, does that bother you?"

Gil stood very still for a moment and thought about it, "No it doesn't but..." he saw the doubt in Warrick's eyes and continued quickly, "Why would you want to be involved with me?"

Catherine rolled her eyes, she knew he was being honest; he'd had the same doubts at the start of their relationship. Why would Cath want to be in a relationship with an old man? "God Gil not that again," she muttered, "There is nothing wrong with you and you're as sexy as hell, why won't you believe me?"

Warrick chuckled, "You think I should be out with a younger man, someone with an Adonis like physique?"

Even Grissom blushed at that but he couldn't help being insecure and both of them realised it was not an act. Not some attempt at getting a compliment or his ego stroked. He really believed what he was saying.

"Gil Grissom you are one of the sexiest, most fascinating people I have ever encountered in my life," Warrick told him, seeing the disbelief in the other man's eyes he continued, "You're hero worshiped by just about everyone on the graveyard shift CSIs, lab techs, you name it. You are the man to be seen with," he chuckled at the abashed look that came on the older man's face, "I know
any number of the younger females in the department and those we interact with who would kill to be in my position. So don't you stand there worrying I'm not gonna like what I see, I've spent the last five years dreaming about this."

Before anything else could be said Catherine reached for her lover's shirt and slowly unbuttoned it kissing each area of naked skin as it appeared. As she pushed it off of his shoulders Warrick began to kiss along his neck and back. They then took turns, each removing a single piece of clothing from the other until all three of them were naked.

When they were in the shower and the others started soaping his body, Grissom couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure, they traversed everywhere ensuring they found all the nooks, crannies and hotspots. His skin was humming and his nerves were on fire, Catherine working down his front and Warrick down his back, neither missing an inch of exposed flesh.

As Catherine ran her soapy hands along his shaft, Grissom felt Warrick slip an equally lathered finger between the cheeks of his ass, rubbing the tip over and through the puckered hole. Grissom gave a murmured groan at the sensations this inspired and held his breath. This was incredible.

"I don't suppose you've given it much thought?" Warrick asked, "But with this being your first time I think you should decide whether you will give or receive?"

Confused for a moment, Grissom gave a startled "Oh," of surprise. He hadn't thought that far ahead yet and with what they were doing to him at the moment it took a few minutes for him to collect his thoughts and decide.

His face growing redder at the prospect, if that were actually possible, he said, "Given that you've had previous experience, I think it would be safer if I were to receive. You know what you're doing after all," he smiled at the surprise that spread across his soon to be two lovers' faces. Neither of them had believed he could be so open and trusting.

"Are you sure about that, Gil?" Warrick asked sincerely. It was what the green-eyed man had always wanted but it took a lot of courage and trust to be the bottom and he hadn't really expected Grissom to have that sort of resolve in this situation.

"I'm sure, Warrick," came the steady reply, the older man looking over his shoulder and directly into his eyes, "I trust you not to take advantage of my naivety and I don't want to do anything that could hurt you and spoil all of this," he smiled beguilingly, "Besides I'm the novice here and it is my birthday present."

Chuckling, Warrick and Catherine got back to the business at hand. Although all three were feeling the heat of the moment they both wanted this to be really special for Gil. Catherine moved down the front of her lover's body paying special attention to his neck at the collarbone, his nipples, his navel and his inner thighs. All the places he was especially sensitive in and that she had told Warrick all about. Hearing about them had been one thing but watching Catherine at work was another.

Warrick in turn concentrated on the man's earlobes, suckling and biting on them, then biting his neck where it joined his shoulders, before making his way down his spine, licking and kissing as he went. When he got to Grissom's ass he nipped, kissed and licked all over it, extorting a few gasps of surprise and moans of pleasure from his friend. He hadn't realised Grissom could be so
vocal after the near silence in his office; the man must have good control.

When Catherine moved to her lover's inner thighs, parting his legs more to get better access, Warrick reached his hands between, gently stroking the length of the other man's penis and massaging his balls.

Grissom's arms shot out to the walls of the shower in a bid to keep him upright and he rose up on his toes, "Oh God," he groaned, reeling at the attention he was receiving, "Are you trying to kill me?" He asked his voice thick and husky with desire and arousal. If they kept this up much longer he would explode and it more than made up for the necessary embarrassing details he'd been put through before the shower. He chuckled quietly to himself as the song 'I'm forever blowing bubbles' echoed through his mind. The laugh turned into a gasp and then a moan when Catherine took him into her mouth, chuckling as she did so. Those vibrations all but killed him every time and she knew it, taking maximum advantage of it whenever she could.

"I… ah," Grissom gasped again, "I think we'd better move this to the bedroom," he suggested.

Standing in front of him, Warrick asked, "Why, Gil isn't this fun?" And he moved down to attack the man's nipples.

'Jesus!' Grissom mentally screamed, Catherine at his shaft and Warrick at his chest, he'd died and gone to heaven! "This is... oh God," he groaned, "This is great," he tried again hoping to finish the sentence, "But if you.. aaaah," they were deliberately torturing him, "if you keep this up I'm not going to be able to participate."

He heard Catherine give a sigh of disappointment; she enjoyed foreplay way too much when she had him to play with. "We definitely don't want that now, do we Warrick?" She said standing up and shutting off the water.

They quickly dried each other off with much stroking and kissing, especially of Grissom, who was biting his bottom lip in a bid to maintain control by the time they'd finished.

Once in the bedroom Warrick took control, it was a side of him the other two saw rarely and they both found it exciting. He lay Catherine across the bed, feet still almost able to reach the floor and told Grissom to approach things as he usually did.

Unaccountably shy, Grissom felt as if he was awkward and inefficient right up until he sank his shaft into Cath's warm accommodating wetness. She wriggled her hips and clenched her muscles with approval, smiling at the look that past over his face and his groaned, "God, Cath have some pity."

"I need you to try and relax now, Gil," Warrick warned him as he lubricated three of his fingers, "this bit can be uncomfortable, but let me know if it gets painful and I'll stop."

Trying to fight down some initial fear, Grissom fought for control of his body. This was what he wanted, this experience, so why was he frightened?

"You can always tell me to stop, Gil," the green-eyed man assured him, "No coercion and no pressure."

He took a deep breath and willed his muscles to relax, "Do it, Warrick," he told him in a soft whisper, "It's what I want, really, I'm just..." Grissom couldn't continue.

"I'm not the guy in the alley, Gil," his friend assured him, "You're the one in control here."

Grissom sighed, this was just silly, he knew what he wanted, "It's okay, go ahead." Even so he tensed as he felt Warrick insert his index finger.

"Relax, Gil," Warrick and Catherine said at the same time and all three of them laughed. It certainly broke the tension.

Once Warrick was able to breech the muscle, Grissom found things easier and when the younger man fingered his prostate Gil gasped and his hips bucked forward. Smiling Catherine tensed her muscles at the same time.

"Oh God!" Grissom exclaimed in a gasped whisper he hadn't believed it could feel anything like this.

Catherine smiled as she bit back a laugh at the expression on her lover's face, she'd never seen his eyes go so wide and round. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights and from what Warrick had explained to her this wasn't even the half of it. Boy was Gil in for a surprise!

Grissom gave a mild grunt of discomfort as Warrick added his middle finger and began stretching him. It wasn't exactly the most pleasant sensation he'd ever felt but when the younger man started playing with his spot again Gil didn't care.

Warrick thrusting his fingers into Grissom was also having a pleasant effect on Catherine for every time he pushed into the older man, Gil would plunge forward into her, setting up a pleasant rhythm. She knew the green-eyed man had to be careful so he didn't cause his partner an injury but she hoped he wouldn't be too long or she and Gil would be finished before he got the chance
to start.

"Jesus," the word slipped breathlessly from Grissom's mouth as Warrick added a third finger. He had never felt so full in life and had to do his best to squash a bud of panic at the thought of what would come next.

After a few more moments, once he'd felt the blue-eyed man's muscles relax once more, Warrick removed his fingers. He heard his partner give a sigh of what sounded like disappointment and just smiled. Slowly and carefully he pressed his penis into the older man. God! He was still so tight even after all the preparation and he prayed he wasn't causing any pain or damage.

Catherine watched her lover grimace and his face paled slightly. She knew that this would be the most uncomfortable part of the evening for Grissom until his muscles stretched and accommodated Warrick. In a bid to distract him, she tightened the muscle enclosing his shaft and raised herself up onto her elbows so she could clamp her mouth around his nipple. She licked and suckled for a few moments and then bit down hard.

"Aaaah!" Grissom exclaimed, just as Catherine had bitten him Warrick's tip had reached Gil's prostate. Grissom inhaled deeply and then promptly forgot to breath. The sensations were incredible, he felt on fire with pleasure.

As Warrick pumped into Grissom, he lifted the older man up and forward creating a much stronger contact between the blue-eyed man's shaft and the strawberry blonde's clit. Catherine gasped and writhed in pleasure, feeling her whole body tingling. It wouldn't take much more to tip her over the edge.

Each time Warrick moved, Gil felt a buzzing tingling sensation spread rapidly through out his body and each time he withdrew bringing the older man back with him, Catherine clamped her muscles around Grissom, milking him.

As she and Gil rushed toward their mutual climax, Catherine held her right hand up behind her lover's back where only Warrick could see it. The younger man eased off in his movements but Grissom didn't seem to notice, he was too caught up in his approaching release and Catherine had all his attention.

Grissom bucked once more into her body and then his body tensed for a moment as his seed spilled into her. Warrick felt the older man begin to buck once more, then tremble and finally begin to still as he came down from his orgasm. That was Warrick's cue. He thrust into Grissom with renewed vigour, brushing the other man's prostate with every buck of his hips.

Crying out and revelling in his own orgasm, Warrick heard Grissom cry, "I can't... Oh my God... I'm gonna... aaaah!" Pleasure and amazement coloured his voice. At the look on his face and by the way his eyes fluttered, Catherine thought for a moment that he was going to pass out, but he recovered.

They both held the older man till his body stilled and the trembling stopped. His first orgasm had been great in itself, one of the best he'd had in a long time, but the one that had followed? He had no frame of reference for that at all. He'd felt it start in his groin as usual but then it had ran along his nerves, spiralling out to every inch of his body. It had been incredible.

Feeling sated and replete, Grissom slumped forward trying not to fall on top of Catherine. Warrick helped him settle beside Cath lying on his side facing her; he had an almost beatific smile on his face.

"I..." Grissom tried to articulate, "I never..." Catherine had to swallow her laugh, 'Gil Grissom almost speechless,' she thought to herself, 'who'd a thunk.'

"I never understood what was so brilliant about anal sex," he whispered his voice still shaking, "I'd thought it was vastly overrated, I was wrong."

Even though it was at least the second time he'd heard Grissom make such an admission, Warrick found it no less disconcerting than the first.

His friend just smiled, "As I told you and Nick during the Hillridge case, I'm wrong all the time, it's how I eventually get to right."

Feeling more relaxed than he had in months; Grissom lay there trying to sort everything out in his head. This day had been far better than any fantasy could ever predict. He had almost fallen asleep when Warrick hauled him to his feet.

The green-eyed man and the strawberry blonde shared a mischievous grin as he said, "We've one more experience for your birthday," he chuckled at the stunned look on his friend's face.

"Now wait a minute," Grissom procrastinated, "I don't know..." he let the sentence hang. He was hesitant about doing anything else because of the gentle but insistent throb that was starting to make itself felt in his ass.

Catherine knelt down in front of him, her eyes sparkling, and Warrick behind him, "It's okay, Gil," she assured him her voice a throaty purr, "you'll really enjoy this and no pain in sight," and using her two hand she separated his legs.

A small gasp escaped him as they each attacked one of his inner thighs with their mouths, sending fire running up into his groin. It was an amazing feeling. When Warrick started massaging his balls and Catherine ran her hands along his shaft, Grissom thought he would melt, but that was nothing compared to the sensation that shot through him like a bullet when Catherine took his length into her mouth and Warrick dipped his tongue between the cheeks of his ass, running it across and around the puckered hole, dipping in with every other movement.

"Oh shit!" Grissom exclaimed his knees going weak, the only thing keeping him upright were the hands of the two people creating such pleasure. "Aaaah...aaaaahhh...oh fuck!" He cried out as he came, falling forward and catching onto the foot of the bed, barely managing to stop himself flattening Catherine.

He stood there shaking and vibrating as his friend and his lover milked him for every last drop.

"The ever articulate Gil Grissom reduced to cursing," Catherine smiled getting up and sitting on the bed, watching the astonished expression on the blue-eyed man's face turn sheepish.

"I..." Grissom spluttered breathlessly, "I..." he tried again hearing Warrick chuckle, "that was just incredible," he couldn't hide the smile that threatened to split his face and he didn't want to.

Warrick stood beside him, supporting him while his legs still shook. "That was the whole idea, Gil," he said smiling, laughter and delight sparkling in his eyes, "we thought we'd give you the whole package seeing as this was a special occasion."

Grissom shivered then yawned suddenly feeling really tired. Catherine climbed up the bed and lay on her side, beckoning Grissom to lie behind her. Once he did so Warrick lay at his back and each spooning the other, he pulled a cover over them.

"I think you both just about killed this old man," Grissom murmured with a sleepy chuckle, "But thank you for my birthday present."

"Old man my ass," Warrick muttered and Catherine agreed but then they both fell silent as they realised that he'd fallen asleep.

'Another first," thought Catherine, 'in bed and fast asleep in less than five minutes," and she smiled as sleep claimed her as well.

Six hours later Grissom awoke to find a fully clothed Catherine Willows sitting watching him and Warrick gone. For a few moments he lay there wondering if it had all been a dream, but when he stretched his muscles told him otherwise.

"Evening beautiful," Catherine greeted him and he blushed. "Will you ever learn to take a compliment, Gil?" she chuckled.

He shrugged his shoulders and then gave one of his pouty-lipped half smiles that melted her insides, "Think I'd better hit the shower and get ready," he said getting up and walking unashamedly naked to the bathroom. It was a nice sight and something Catherine had longed to see, Gil completely at ease with her and himself.

Once they were both clean, dressed and fed they headed to work in their separate cars. Subconsciously they both knew that they weren't fooling anyone, but it had become habit and this morning it was even practical. Catherine was picking Lindsey up from school and then taking her to Nancy's while Gil had to get in early to finish up on paperwork he was being hounded for.

Walking along the halls of Criminalistics, Grissom suddenly became rather paranoid and rushed to the safety of his office. He tried to bury his uneasiness in the forms but it wasn't working. The same thoughts kept chasing one another around in his mind. What if Warrick treated him differently now, would people notice and suspect something? He knew the younger man wouldn't say anything right out but slips happened didn't they?

He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there but he jumped when someone knocked on his door. It was Warrick.

"Hey, boss," the green-eyed man greeted him in his usual laconic manner, "everyone's waiting for their assignments," Grissom looked down at the slips on his desk and then back up at Warrick, a nervous half smile one his face.

"We drew lots to see who had to remind you," came the next piece of information, "and I lost."

That confused the entomologist, was he such an ogre that they didn't want to approach him now? "And why was that deemed necessary?" was all he asked though.

The taller man gave a half shrug with one shoulder and answered, "Greg saw you come in and thought you were angry. Catherine said you were doing paperwork and we all know how cranky that makes you."

"I don't get cranky," Grissom shot back indignantly but he was secretly relieved that Greg had missed read him. Then he sighed, smiled and said, "I'll be there directly, but, before we all split up for the night I think you, Cath and I need to have a few words."

Warrick could see the worry in his boss' eyes and had a feeling he knew what was wrong, but surely the man knew him better than that?

Fifteen minutes later the three of them were back in Grissom's office where it had all began. "Look," the older man said taking the lead, "I have no regrets about this afternoon, but how do we deal with it now?"

"As we normally do," Warrick countered continuing before either of the others could interrupt him, "I'm not naive and neither are you. You're a committed couple and for me to even try to make an arrangement with you spells only heartache for me," he knew they both understood what he meant, "This afternoon was fantastic, but it was all about fulfilling your fantasy," he smiled at the colour rising in Grissom's face, "The fact that it filled part of mine to is irrelevant. So let's just leave things as they are and continue as normal," nodding to both of them he left and went to find Sara, they had a crime scene to investigate.

Catherine looked at her lover closely, "Are you sorry it's over, just a one time thing?" She asked him.

Grissom looked confused, "Yes...no...I don't know," he answered sounding flustered, "I mean he's right, a mainage a trois never works and I don't want to do anything that might hurt or compromise our relationship, it's too important to me."

She was relieved by his answer and his honesty, "Well we could always keep it to special occasion, that is if Warrick is willing?" She watched him grow even more confused, "If we all agreed, I believe it's Warrick's birthday next and he did say it only fulfilled part of his fantasy.

Giving him food for thought, Catherine sashayed out of the room chuckling at the shocked and intrigued Gil Grissom she left in her wake.


The End