She has a mental scrap book solely dedicated to him, all the little moments they spend together at work add up in her head, by the time she's alone in her apartment after shift, they're all too much and she finds herself touching places that she doubts Horatio Caine will ever touch himself.
Over the months she's been adding to it, little moments here and there, an occasional brush, the way "Miss Boa Vista" sounds when he says it, a handful of smiles, the image of him in a lab coat, the way he leans forward slightly towards her when they're talking, the feel of his shoulder when he gave her comfort.
But the best, the one she saves for that moment when she's right on the edge, the guaranteed "money shot" is him saying her name 'Natalia', it doesn't matter that he said it as her fingers were checking for a pulse on a corpse, it doesn't matter that he said it in a parking garage, all that matters is as soon as she replays it in her head she falls into oblivion, his own name a prayer on her lips.