Author: Coolcatz
Disclaimer: Oh I wish they were mine
Rating: Trainee
The fishing poles lay scattered on the ground. The bait bucket was overturned and empty. The cooler was empty except for the ice. Ants were taking the remnants of the picnic lunch back to their hill as fast as their little legs would carry them. Rain was coming and there was no time to waste.
The gray sky opened up and rain began to fall softly at first. The leaves folded in anticipation, knowing it would be easier to catch the rain this way rather than being fully open. Birds took shelter within the trees in hopes of staying dry. Tiny drops making barely a splash as the hit the pond. The fish swam deeper knowing that the drops would be falling harder soon and secure in the knowledge that they would not be fried anytime soon.
Along the shoreline a lone raggedy truck remained with windows rolled all the way down. The rain was soaking the seats but no one noticed and even if they had they would not have cared. In the back of the truck two people lay covered with a blanket that was quickly being soaked by the downpour. Neither had noticed the rain. They were too wrapped up in the exploration of each other. Time had always been against them but today it had taken pity on them. One moment they were pulling gear out of the truck. The next she was falling only to be cushioned by his body before she hit the ground.
Their first touch was innocent. He only wanted to make sure she wasn't injured. She wanted to make sure his head wasn't cut. Both realized quickly that one touch would not be enough. They also realized that the ground was not as comfortable in their forties as it had been when they were young so the decision was made to move to the truck bed. The remaining contents were shoved out almost as quickly as their desire was increasing.
In spite of their urgency they both felt the need to take the time to touch, to feel, to taste, to smell. Time froze as they found each other only to unfreeze when they were completely joined, a cruel joke serving only to increase their desire to be together again.
They lay wrapped in each other under the small, wet blanket softly touching in the afterglow before sleep threatened to end the moment for good. The realization of the rain hit them just as they drifted into unconsciousness.
Gil Grissom and Catherine Willows would spend the next two weeks in bed recovering from the colds they caught that day.
