The Consequences of Swimming

Rated: M

Summery: What does a pool, Catherine Willows, and black panties have in common? That is what Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders are about to find out.

Chapter One: Greg Get Out Of That Pool!


"Greg! Wait for me!" Sara Sidle hissed after her blond friend.

The moon was full, shining its soft, warm rays down upon the two as they ran through the yard outside of the relatively large home on all fours. Sara, dressed in a low cut, light blue halter top, low rise jeans, and high heals, was not exactly dressed for the situation at hand. Strings of her wavy brown hair fell in her face and her pony tail lay over her shoulders, making it even harder to see in the night. Children with creative costumes and light up pumpkins ran about the streets, parents at hand, going door to door screaming for candy, making it almost impossible to hear her friend as well.

"Sara we are on a time limit," he hissed seriously

"It's Halloween Greg, we are off duty and we are running around in somebody's yard!"

"And?"

"And what are we doing here?"

Sara glared out at him for a moment. She was crawling through a yard, probably going to get shot by some stranger for trespassing, and what were her friends doing? Dancing and enjoying the last day together before they all separated on their two week vacations. They were at the hottest club in Las Vegas and Sara was ruining her favorite jeans as she chased down her rambunctious co-worker.

When he had asked if she would like to have fun with him, she thought he meant a night at the strip, having sex in the hot tub, not that Sara would ever admit she thought about that; but she never expected to be crawling in a yard.

"Greg answer the question!"

"You will see Poohbear," he teased.

"I wanna see now Gregory."

"Poohbear you know how much it turns me on when you call me by my first name!"

Sara rolled here eyes as the continued through the front yard, toward the gate that headed to the back yard. She still didn't understand why she let Greg call her 'Poohbear'. Of all nicknames he could have thought of, the decided 'Poohbear' is the best option. If anyone else called her Poohbear, she would slaughter them, but when Greg said it, she simply ignored it. She had been teased about this many times, and the action didn't go unnoticed by most of the lab. She told the lab, she included, that it was because how close they were, her excuse for most things she let Greg Sanders slip by with.

Sara stood up as they reached the gate and rubbed at her jeans, trying to get the grass off, silently praying the stains would come out.

"If your jeans don't come clean, I will buy you a new pair," he whispered, inserting a key into the gate.

"Good. Greg, how did you get a key?"

"Shhhh, come on," he whispered, a mischievous smile on his face. He glanced back at her, holding out his hand for her to take it.

For a moment, she blinked at the hand and before she knew it, she had given her hand over. Greg threaded his fingers with hers, obviously getting the most out of the moment with her. Sara wasn't completely oblivious about her friends feelings, although that he was actually head over heals about her; all she seemed to see was a close friendship. Everyone in the lab knew that the new csi was in love with Sara Sidle, everyone except Sara Sidle. She insisted that it was just friendly feelings because how they were best friends.

Sara looked around the back yard of the two story home in silence. It wasn't exceptionally large; most of it was shrubbery and rocks, which the city had replaced the stripped out grass with during the drought. Near the home, gated off from the rest of the yard, was a cobblestone area with picnic chairs, a large pool and a hot tub. Who ever owned this home was obviously wealthy, but not to stuck up to gloat it and spend every bit on the finest things.

She didn't even notice until a few minutes later that the blond was shedding his shirt and unbuckling his pants.

"Greg! What are you doing?" she hissed as he pulled off his socks and shoes.

Sara began to blush as she caught sight of his body. It was plain, that her friend had been working out since the mold infestation incident. His abs, not quiet the six pack Nick or Warrick had developed, was a six pack none the less. Her eyes skimmed his tanned, slightly freckled body before her eyes became stuck on his dark blue, plain boxers, which had the words Abercrombie and Fitch outlined on the rim.

"Like what you see Sar'" he asked amused.

Sara blushed and looked off muttering about how she had seen it before. As he chuckled, she became an even darker shade of red.

"Sara, Sara, Sara. But it had gotten better since the shower hasn't it?"

"I plead the fifth," she whispered before she was drenched head to toe in water.

"Greg! Get out of the pool!"

"Come and get me and make Sara!" he teased.

"No! Greg get out of the pool now!"

"No."

"Fine if you get arrested I will testify against you," she mumbled and sat down at the edge of the pool.

She made no notice at first as her friend slowly swam toward her.

"Sara," he said slowly.

"What Greggo?"

"Take off your clothes now," he commanded as he grasped her ankles.

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Sara take off the clothes if you want anything left that is dry to wear."

"Greg no," she pleaded.

"Yes Sara. I will drag you in. Or you can come willingly."

"Greg please no. I don't like getting in pools."

"Why?"

"I-I- I can't swim in deep water," She stuttered

"Sara, I swear I wont let you drown. Please trust me," he whined

"Fine, but if I die I hope someone sues you Greg Sanders."

Sara stood up slowly after he let go of her legs and untied her halter top. She felt his eyes bore into her back and she hoped that he hadn't done this just to get her naked in some way.

She mentally slapped herself for thinking it. Greg wasn't that desperate and he would never do that to her. She pulled the blue material over her head and laid it neatly on the ground. After removing off her shoes and socks, she fiddled with the button of her jeans. She unzipped them slowly, her hands shaking as she pulled the denim over her hips and past her feet.

She at that point thanked herself gratefully for not wearing the red thongs she had laid out. She folded her clothes carefully and slid them away from the pool. She looked down at herself and immediately blushed. She still felt his eyes boring into her back and she could see why. She was fit, and if she did say so herself, didn't look too bad in her black lingerie.

"Didn't look to bad?" Sara thought miserably. "Greg's ego is starting to rub off on me."

Sara turned around as Greg let out a dog call. She smirked tilting her head as he stood at the edge, unable to take his eyes off her.

"Like what you see Greggo?" she said repeating his earlier words.

"Nothing I haven't seen before Poohbear."

"Greg, Greg, but it's gotten better, hasn't it?"

"Not really," he teased.

Sara let her mouth fall in surprise "Excuse me?"

Greg cracked up in laughter, looking up at her, his eyes glittering. "Caught you in surprise there?"

"No," she said sitting at the edge.

"Come on Poohbear, get in the pool."

"No," she whispered a smile forming on her lips.

"Sar' get in the pool," he whispered back, holding on to her ankles.

"Make me," she said daringly.

"Fine, I didn't want to go skinny dipping with you anyway."

"We aren't going skinny dipping Greg," She started "Yet."

"Does that mean you're getting pool?" he asked in high hopes.

"No."

"Fine, you leave me no choice."

And he pulled her into the water, unaware that the a small group of friends stood inside smiling and giving high-fives to each other in triumph.


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