Summery: Who ever said that first impressions matters the most never factored in over active sex drives, close work environments and dead bodies into the equation. Part One of the Until The Day I Die Series
Rated: M
Chapter Ten: Someone Might See Us
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Sara walked in the break room as her coworkers talked and laughed, waiting for their arrival. She didn't have to even try and she smelt his scent all over her. She blushed and smiled, sitting down at the table, Greg sitting beside her. They looked at each other for a moment, until they heard Catherine clear her throat. Sara almost jumped out of her seat. She looked over at them, all of her coworkers watching her smiling evilly, their eyes dashing from her to Greg.
"You two were awfully late. Get caught up?" Catherine asked.
"In traffic of course." Warrick added.
"I- I- I was in the, in the bathroom," she stuttered. "Freshening up."
"Sara you weren't in the bathroom. You were in the showers."
"I- I like the mirrors better in there."
"Are you sure that is all you were doing? Didn't have company?"
"Traffic was like hell," Greg interrupted.
She looked over at him thankfully, his face now beginning to redden.
"Sara are you taking up men's cologne?" Nick asked.
Sara's eyes popped out of sockets at the words. Apparently, the Sanders Scent was more noticeable than she had thought.
"No! Why?" she asked biting her lip.
"You smell like . . ." Catherine started.
"Sanders." They three said in union, looking at the two.
She looked over at her Greg, begging for his help by the look in her eyes.
She wanted to defend herself. Say she didn't.
But she couldn't. Not like she denied with Grissom.
It was because it was true.
And she loved his smell on her.
She couldn't deny it.
She loved it too much to deny it.
Nick leaned over to her, whispering in her ear evilly.
"You screwed Sanders."
"I did not!" she screeched.
"What did I hear in the bathroom then?"
"You were spying on me!"
"So you did screw him!" Nick teased.
"I did not!" she whined, putting her face in her hands.
"How about that weather tonight eh?" Greg interrupted.
At first the group stayed quite, looking down at the table trying not to giggle. Then after a few moments, they couldn't help but laugh.
The moment was just too hilarious.
Sara buried her face instinctively in Greg's shirt as she giggled and blushed. She looked up at him pouting, his eyes glittering in excitement.
"It's not funny!" she whined.
"Yes it is. Come on admit it," he whispered.
"No."
"Your so cute when you pout," he teased.
"Aww." The other three said in union,
Sara had almost forgot they were in the room; she had begun to think they were alone. She wanted to curse herself, it wasn't a secret that they had something going, then again it wasn't out of the bag.
The whole situation confused the hell out of her.
But it was too amazing to let go.
For the next week, the entire lab was buzzing about the new found 'relationship' between herself and Greg. She had everyone from Bobby to Eikle ask her about her relationship with Greg Sanders.
She had told her co-workers that it wasn't anyone's business.
She told Eikle it was strictly professional.
And it was . . . at least at work . . . for the most part . . .
Sara sat in the evidence room, looking at the pictures in front of her. It was slightly hard to focus with him kissing at the back of her neck.
"Greg not at work! We discussed this," Sara scolded.
"I can't help myself, you are irresistible!" he whispered in her ear.
His breath hit her neck, warming her to the very core. He ran his hands around her stomach, pulling her body into his. He made his way around her neck, leaving red marks as he kissed as a sign of triumph.
"Greg don't tease me. Not at work." She whined.
"I can't help it," he whispered, running his hands up her torso, "You're my addiction."
He wheeled the chair around, pushing himself against her. She ran her hands around his neck, grasping onto his blond locks as he pressed his lips against hers. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue slip in to battle with hers. Sara let out a low moan as he ran his hands up her shirt, slipping his fingers under the clasp of her bra. She pulled back from him, stopping him by putting her hands on his chest.
"We can't. Not here," she whispered breathlessly.
"Your right, completely right. I am sorry its just-" Greg rambled.
"Don't be, I want to, but we cant. We have to be-"
"Professional about it. We can't-"
"Get caught up-"
"At work." They whispered in union.
He was still straddling her legs, his lips swollen and hair tousled; he couldn't have looked any better to her.
She just wanted to attack his lips.
But she knew she couldn't.
She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling slightly.
His lips dangled above hers. His body pressed against her.
She wanted him.
She needed him.
"Results came back on your fibers," Hodges said interrupting the moment.
Greg looked over at Hodges, shooting a dirty look at him. Sara whirled her chair around, striating up the photos.
"Sanders looks angry. Are you okay?"
"Perfectly peachy," he growled. "Sara I am going to go use the bathroom. I will be back."
"Okay."
"So results came back, regular plastic. Did I break the case?"
"No sorry Hodges," she whispered blushing.
"Sara your lips are swelled, hope Sanders hasn't given you an illness."
"Sunburn."
"Oh, you need to get some medicine on that," he teased.
"Will do."
He hoped that Sara really believed that he was going to use the bathroom.
But in reality Greg had only left go fix his 'little problem'.
He had dreamed of it for years, Sara and him in those promising positions.
But never once in those dreams had Hodges came in to play.
"Damn Hodges," Greg cursed softly.
"Who does he think he is? Just as she rubbed up against me-"
Greg was unable to finish his thought, as he let out a sharp, low moan.
"Don't think about her. Don't think about her rubbing against your crouch. Don't think about how perfect her body is."
"Damnit!" he swore.
After a few minutes of successfully getting the girl out his mind, the throbbing disappeared. He situated himself, washed his hands and unlocked the room of showers and left.
After clocking out, he went to the locker room.
And their she was, leaning up against his locker.
"Long time for a bathroom break," she teased.
"Constipation," he said putting one hand on the lockers, pinning her under him.
"Stick to the truth. That is what your good at."
"I can't help it. Damnit your such a tease."
"Am I a tease when I do this?"
Greg felt her push herself against him, wrapping one of her legs around his.
Very compromising position.
"Sara," he let out in a low moan.
He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, wanting to deepen the passionate kiss.
"Greg we are at work."
"We are off the clock."
He felt her run her hands around his neck, deepening the kiss.
He wanted her.
He needed her.
"Sara I thought you said your relationship with Sanders was completely professional?"
Greg knew that voice. It sent chills up his spine.
"Conrad. I can explain-" Sara started as she pushed him away from her.
"No need to. I realize your relationship is a bit more physical than professional. I will talk to Grissom about this."
"He knows. Its off the clock and its none of your business what we do then," Greg protested.
"I can't have a relationship with a coworker getting in the way of cases. If I see anything between you two again, I will have you transferred."
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