A/N: Yet another random/short fic from me due to me being "too wordy" for my word limit for my Soup drabble series. By the way, this is my twenty-fifth story (I had to mention b/c I was excited about the fact)!
Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, then there would have been a storage closet scene. Enough said.
Meet me in the storage closet in ten.
Sara had brazenly walked right up to him while he had been talking to Warrick and handed him the handwritten note. If Warrick had suspected anything, then he didn't comment.
He was sure though that his cheeks had to have been flushed.
Meeting her would be risky. They were at work, after all, and there was the whole not getting caught thing.
Then he thought of the remaining hours until shift ended and groaned. He didn't know if he had the willpower to withstand the temptation of Sara Sidle, or if he even wanted to try to resist. Especially when she was wearing a t-shirt that kept riding up when she stretched or bent over to examine some case evidence, revealing a small but delectable expanse of her skin. Especially when he could smell the clean, fresh scent of his soap she had used when she showered at his place earlier. Those thoughts then led to him thinking about how he had surprised her in that shower…
There might be risks involved, but the rewards… the rewards were worth it, he thought, as he discreetly made his way to rendezvous with Sara.
A/N2: Yep, that's right… my little geek lovin' romantic heart is all like "storage closets are sexy" lol. Don't deny it. You know it's true, especially when one hunky entomologist is in there with you! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my little double drabble. Comments are appreciated.