Summary: A new lieutenant is partnered with Brass and their first case together comes in almost immediately. But, the longer they work together, the closer they become, and Brass finds it increasingly difficult to get her out of his thoughts. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation or its characters. I only own my OC.

A/N: This little number has been tucked away since chapter one. I'm rather proud of it and hope it has the effect I want it to. I really hope you'll let me know what you think. And yes, it seems very convenient that the events which take place happen, but screw it! I want to be romantic! Thanks for the support so far! Enjoy!

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Just Can't Get Enough

Chapter Six

Why someone would just drug her and let her go was beyond Emily as she ran down the empty streets barefoot in the pouring rain.

She staggered down a side alley, shivering from the rain as she pulled out her cell phone, panicking and distraught because she had no idea what had happened and she dialled one number that she knew would bring her safety. The rain beat down on her and made her feel so cold she thought she'd get sick. Seen as it was already dark, she knew that she'd been gone a lot of the day, but it was her day off so she realised she didn't have to worry about work.

She knew she'd need to check herself for any signs of physical violence towards her, but she didn't believe anything had been done to her. Someone had just tried to scare her. Well, if she was honest, as tough as she was, it had worked. She was so frightened she could've just broken down, and she began to cry more as she heard the dial tone stop as her safety net answered the phone.

"Brass." Came a familiar, but very gruff and tired voice.

"Jim? Oh, thank God..." Emily sobbed, "I really need your help, please!"

The sound of her panicked voice scared the hell out of Brass, and Emily knew he was worried by the tone in his voice and the way it was a little shaky as he spoke to her.

"Emily? Where are you? Are you alright?" Brass asked panicked, taking in her crying and near hyperventilating, "What's happened?"

"I was drugged!" She cried, "I don't know where I am, Jim...I'm so scared!"

"Okay, okay, look for any sign to indicate to you where you are." He said as calmly as possible, "I'm getting dressed right now. You're on speaker phone, just tell me where you are. Any indication will do, honey."

"Um..."

Emily looked around her, sobbing and shivering as the rain continued to fall around her, spotting a street sign which made her half laugh and half sob with relief. She told him the address, coughing and sobbing at the same time. The pet name hadn't gone missed by her, but he was obviously just concerned.

"Jim, I'm so cold... It's raining and I was taken in my nightwear...I'm only wearing a tank top and pants..." She whimpered, "Whoever it was took me from my apartment! They know where I live!"

"Right, I want you to stay where you are...I'm coming for you, okay?" He told her, "I'll be with you as soon as I can."

Brass was in such a panic after he'd hung up that he almost forgot his car keys. He grabbed some blankets, rushing out of the house to his car, snatching up the keys on the way past. She'd informed him she was in an alley across from a take-out restaurant which, what with there being only one on the street, would make it easy for Brass to find her. His heart was racing at the thought of her being hurt. He felt the panic rising up inside him to a point where he thought he was going to throw up.

"Where are you?" Emily whispered into the darkness as she shivered in the cold, looking up at the sound of screeching tyres.

She'd been there for at least five minutes after she'd called him and was scared the rain would ruin her cell phone. She couldn't call anyone if she lost her phone. She was so cold, she couldn't feel any part of her body, and as she saw Brass's car pull up she let out a laughing sob and tried to stand. He rushed out of the car with the blanket, racing to her side and wrapping it straight around her.

"God, Emily, are you okay?" He asked, earning a shaky, weak nod, "You're freezing...C'mon..."

He picked her up bridal style and cradled her to his body, opening the passenger door and sitting her in. He headed around the other side, climbing into the vehicle and leaning over to fasten her seatbelt. He took a moment to brush her soaking hair out of her face, and he stroked the soft skin gently. She was so cold he became extremely worried for her health, and as her teeth chattered her body shook beneath the sheet.

"We're going back to my place." He said softly, stroking her head, "Get you nice and warm, okay?"

"Th-th-thank you." She whispered, resting her head and closing her eyes as she shook violently.

"Stay with me." He told her, speeding down the road.

"I'm with y-you." She chuckled, "I'm so c-cold..."

"I know." He said, "You're so cold I'm scared for your health. I'm gonna take you to hospital if you don't improve, okay?"

"I-I'll improve." She stuttered, "P-Promise."

"What about anything else? You hurting anywhere?" He asked, "You feel sick? You think you were...well...?"

"F-Fine...Just feel a bit queasy..." She muttered, "And no. D-don't think I was r-raped..."

Brass just nodded, trying his best to not panic. His blood was boiling at the thought of someone harming her in that way. He'd find whichever son of a bitch had done that to her and he'd string them up by the balls. Along with the bastards who did what they did to the Mullins girls. Emily shivered where she sat and huddled further into the blanket, just wishing that they could be in the warm somewhere.

They were back at Brass's home in a matter of minutes and he carefully lifted her out of the car, locking it before carrying her to the doorstep. He supported her the best he could while unlocking the front door and he headed inside, locking it behind him. But he knew as soon as he'd wrapped her up in the blanket that there would be only one way he could warm her enough to prevent her from becoming incredibly sick. He realised that he was about to take the route he really shouldn't take. But how much he wanted to was another matter entirely. He sat by the fire with her, moving around to her front and trying to get her attention as her eyes drooped as though she was falling asleep.

"Emily, I need to strip down and I need to get you out of these clothes. You need my body heat." He explained, "I need you to be okay with this."

She nodded and rested her head on her knees, and he pulled the sodden tank top up and over her head.

"M-my cell..." She whispered, weakly trying to get her phone from her pocket.

He reached into the cold, wet pocket, pulling her phone out and placing it on the table next to the couch. He looked back and found that she was half naked. Suddenly, things were much more awkward. The upper parts of her breasts were covered in small droplets from the rain and he tore his eyes away because that was one part of her that he shouldn't look at. He saw her shaking, the flushed skin showing signs of her body trying to warm itself and then he found his gaze lingering at her pale lips, trailing down her slender neck to her chest. As her colleague, it was wrong that he was gazing at her like that. He saw her trying to remove the pyjama pants and as he put up the fire guard, he reached under her arms and hoisted her slightly as she tried to remove her clothes.

"I'm sorry..." She mumbled.

"Shhh." He whispered, "I'm gonna warm your clothes up, okay?"

She got her pants down far enough for him to set her back on the cream rug so he could pull them off. He turned her so she was facing the fire, being careful to not touch her anywhere inappropriate, and then his clothes were gone in a flourish, all of them hanging on the fire guard to be dried. Pulling off the wet blanket, he grabbed another one, taking in her back and how beautiful it was. He sat behind her carefully, gently placing one warm hand on her shoulder.

"Emily, I'm gonna pull you closer to me, okay?" He told her, earning a weak nod as he placed his hands on her hips, sliding them to her stomach and drawing her closer.

He took the warm blanket and wrapped it around them both, crossing his legs around hers as she pressed against him. Both were just clad in their underwear, but Emily felt warmth reaching her body as he wound himself around her, rubbing her body with his hands to warm her. She'd been out in the rain for about an hour in the freezing cold because she'd believed she could find her way back and had finally resorted to calling Brass to get her.

"There..." He soothed, "We're getting you warm, huh?"

"Y-yeah..." She whispered, pressing right against him and turning her head to bury it in his neck.

They were so close at that moment, and Emily found herself feeling a familiar sensation inside her that made her want him more than anything. Desperate to hold onto him for as long as possible, she took his hand and held it, squeezing it every so often to get the warmth and feeling back in her fingers. She touched his bicep with her other hand, rubbing it up and down gently to get some feeling back in that hand. As cold as she was, Brass loved the feel of those hands on him. Then her toes began to brush against his leg as she waggled them to get them warm.

"Emily?" He whispered, closing his eyes with dread as he felt a little problem arise inside his boxers.

Emily felt it too. Something pressing against her back. And at this point, she lifted her head from his neck, and gazed into his eyes for a moment. He looked right back at her, and both were unsure of what the other person's reaction would be. Brass just wanted to take her and kiss her, but he was unsure of how she would respond. They leaned a little closer together and their foreheads touched, both closing their eyes before looking from each other's lips to their eyes and back and forth, neither sure of what to do. Emily pulled back a little and gently rested her cheek against Brass's, feeling him hold her as close to him as he could.

Gently, he nuzzled her which she returned, and the two pulled back to stare into one another's eyes again. Breathing heavily, they drew so close they were exchanging and sharing breaths, their lips open and lingering against each others. Brass's hands moved to her lower back and tangled in her wet hair, while hers cupped his face and held him around his upper back. Finally, after the most torturous of waits, their lips closed over each others. To Brass, Emily's lips were so, so cold, but so soft at the same time. Her approach to the kiss was gentle, and there was no forcing, no tongue, no teeth. Just those soft, ice cold lips. His heart just raced so fast at the feeling that finally this was happening. The moment he'd wanted for so long was now upon them. And the fact that she also initiated this made him feel confident that perhaps she felt the same way. There she rested in his arms, and she was so lost in how warm he was and how he was holding her that the cold in her body was something she began to forget. That familiar flutter in her chest was ever present as they pressed the slightest bit closer, and she knew in her heart that he reciprocated what she felt. And to her, it felt incredible. The kiss lasted for maybe a few seconds but to them it felt like hours, and when they parted, they looked at one another, both trembling, both with an adrenaline rush while Emily's feeling of cold was slowly disappearing.

-TBC-