NEXT PARTS AN R! Run for the hills. Disclaimer? I think its somewhere on this fic…if not…I don't own anything CSI related only Eva is mine. By the way I do apologise to non-GSR shippers but...this is GSR. Soz.

Greg barely had time to take in Catherine's home before she had dragged him-not involuntarily-into her bedroom. She curled her arms around his neck and kissed him again. She had to admit that this was the craziest thing she'd ever done. Letting Greg Sanders touch her like this. Before any more doubts could fill her mind Greg had unzipped the back of her dress and it slid down from her easily.

Greg marvelled at her body; to him she looked amazing but with the light of the soft bedside lamp; she glowed and every curve was accentuated.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured

Catherine smiled "are you going to stand there all night or are you going to help me out of these" she gestured to her underwear and Greg smiled. He pulled her close to him and made quick work of getting rid of her underwear. She did the same of his clothes. Then pulling him closer, she replaced her hands with her lips, darting her tongue out to taste his skin. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, one hand sliding up the soft scope of her abdomen to caress the silky skin of her breast, brushing a thumb across her already tight nipple and drawing a strangled gasp from her lips. With a desperate lust he slid down slowly, slightly, trailing his tongue over the skin of her chest to encase the erect peak in his lips. Her body arched up towards him desperate to be close, her hands grasping the material of the bedspread as the movements of his lips and tongue against her breast shot bolts of fire into every nerve of her body. Reaching out to his bare chest she splayed her fingers across it, searing the flesh and then using one arm draped around his neck to hold herself up she began to force fiery kisses all along his collar bone. Suddenly he pulled back. Unsure.

"What?" she groaned

"I can't take advantage…you're drunk…I'm drunk…this is a mistake…I" he stumbled over her words

"Greg!" interjected Catherine she reached forwards and pulled him down by the neck "believe me…you are not taking advantage"

Warrick sighed heavily. He'd given Sara his room and he would be sleeping the couch. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't sleep. He knew he wouldn't sleep for a long time. The living room was filled with a melancholy darkness and he decided it would stay that way for a while if he didn't try and take his mind off his problems. Yet he kept going back over the events of the night and wondering how the hell he was going to go from there.

Warrick closed his eyes firmly and decided he didn't care. He didn't care if she was seeing someone else. He began to picture all sorts of scenarios in his mind. Maybe it was a one off thing. Either way, tomorrow at work he was going to tell her that he knew all about it and that he couldn't care either way. He'd rather she'd had a fling than lose her completely. With that he finally fell asleep.

Grissom stared at the sheets of rain outside his window. All the lights in the house were off. The only light came from the eerie glow of the rain outside. He didn't care though Grissom merely sat on the edge of the bed. Not feeling. It hurt too much that way. He wondered when he'd become so untrusting of Sara. Why hadn't he sat down and talked with her…She was the one who had hurt him by cheating. So why do I feel so bad. Maybe there was more to it…. but his mind couldn't get past the fact that the one woman whom he'd opened his heart and soul to; the one woman he loved…. was having another man's child.
A/N: I have been very lazy and haven't been posting in a while but ah well. Better late than never. This is the only Christmas tale going…that's how behind I am. Humph.. Thanks for the past reviews and I'll try to keep posting.