The Consequences of Swimming

Rated: M

Summery: What does black panties, Catherine Willows, and a pool, have in common? Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders are about to find out.

A/N: OMG!! Okay who else thoroughly enjoyed the new epi????? Well not the epi per say, the last scene and the commercial. My dream come true! I can't believe it, well I can because I knew it all along, well by what it looks like I knew it all along anyway. If anyone would like to discuss it pm me because I am itching to discuss the episode and preview!

Disclaimer: Smiles evilly. If I owned CSI the destruction of GSR and Grissom would have long since been over.

Chapter Six: I Love You Too.

Diane sat at the back of the library, in the same tattered chair as she did every Saturday afternoon before she met Brian. The same soured hot chocolate stain ringed on the edge of the leather arm, and she could swear that her foot impressions from three months ago still indentured on the matching footstool. Not that it was surprising, no one hardly comes to the Women's History department, only the local women's activists from neighboring communities, most of them in their late 50's, nearing retirement or on disability. She could imagine them, as she saw them many times on Saturdays it wasn't that hard to do.

They would sit around a small table, in squeaky chairs wearing Sunday best while smoking imported Cuban cigars and passing around the bottle of Jamaican Rum around the table while discussing women's wages in the south-central United States.

Diane used to live in the Library of the University of Las Vegas. Sitting in the small chair at hours at a time on Saturday and on Sunday after school. Studying or enjoying a bit of light reading. She thought for a very long time that she was the only one that knew about the little place at all, except the local activists who would regularly come in, grab a book and for the next two hours would quiz her on the women's rights movement.

It had been just another Friday; It was unlike her to come by on a Friday, but her American Lit. Lecture Class had been canceled and left her time to cram for her Physics Exam. Diane had been heading to the back of the library carrying a bottle of Febreeze in her backpack since it did smell a bit musty from the lack of Human Life Forms in that particular section, not to mention the chair was as old as the city of Las Vegas. She had just begun to pull it out and spray around when she heard a sigh relief from behind her.

She wasn't particularly used to that in the back.

So, she naturally, jumped in surprise.

He had brown hair, shaded with gray from the years of youth well gone. His eyes were blue, bright, haunting blue. His face was beginning to lightly line with wrinkles, crows feet just beginning to form. He was of average height, and average build. Nothing special about him, but he had something that fed to Diane's one major flaw.

She was intensely attracted to wisdom, and nothing screamed wisdom more than an aged man, around 50 give or take a few years, small oval rimmed glasses and callused fingers from to many turns of to many books.

"I forgot my own today. I was hoping someone would have a fresh bottle," he said in generally serious tone but with amusement glittering in his eyes.

"Yeah, I always have a fresh bottle," she laughed nervously. "I thought I was the only one who knew about this place."

"As did I. Here to brush up on Women's rights?"

"Amazing movement in history, but no. Physics exam at four."

"Of all the sciences I hated Physics the worst. Then again I have never been good at any of science except for Psychology."

"I am pretty good, I am going to be a Chemist. I am going to work in a Medical Laboratory."

"Sounds like an interesting career. I am glad someone has a passion for science."

"Yeah, I get it from my grandparents. So what are you studying?"

"The psychology of a serial killer."

"For what class?"

"My class."

"You're a professor here?"

"Yep, just brushing up before I have to give my lecture."

"Well I do hope you have a good time at that Professor."

"Wait! Where are you going?" he asked inventively. A sparkle grew in his eyes as she walked away.

But she didn't even look back to answer, all she whispered was, "If you want to know that bad, you can find out yourself."

And she walked out the door.

Diane twirled her pen in her fingers, hopelessly studying on the book intensely. She knew it was hopeless, but she prayed that somehow that she would be able to focus. But all focus was gone. Instead, she was intently staring at the same sentence since she opened the book.

The formula for oxygen sulfate combined with dihydrogen monophosphate . . .

She only had gotten that far in the book of Chemistry. The first sentence and she couldn't even finish it!

She slammed the book disgusted and leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes as if hoping in silence for a miracle.

She used to love it here, now it was just a sad reminder of how lonely her life had been.

With a heavy sigh she slipped her book in her bag and prepared to leave, her mind heavy with thought that she paid no mind to the intense grunting on the other side of the bookcase.

She stood by the bay window beside the chair and stared out at the world below her. It looked so simple six stories up, like it wasn't just another hell waiting to swallow her whole. She watched as the busy students and nonstudents alike bustled about on the campus. Some of them, no doubt, were going to meet up with their lovers and make hot love until night ends.

But she wouldn't.

She would return to her grandmothers and sleep on the couch since she didn't have enough money to pay the rent of her apartment. And after all the stories from her youth about dorm rooms from her grandmother, she wasn't about to stay there.

In her spare time, between school and the book store she worked at avidly, Diane spent her time immersed in her grandmother and grandfathers heated romance. From making love, to fighting, to having the children, the memories she shared never got old. Most would have suspected that it would have been a bit awkward to say the least, listening to personal moments with amazing detail, but in all honesty, she found it fantasizing and entertaining.

"Having fun?"

Diane's eyes snapped up and were focused on a certain blond classmate of her. She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, letting out a very unhappy sigh.

"What is it now Jordan?"

Jordan Nickelson was about the most annoying thing that hit the Earth since the twisty ties on the bags sliced bread. And ironically, he thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. She begged to differ. Sure, he had amazing blond hair that fell in his smoky blue eyes, perfectly sculpted face and not mention a body of a Greek god, or so she heard, but their was one, no make that two, two huge flaws.

He was the most egotistical man every created, and he was an incredible man whore. He held the schools record for largest number of conquered women, which wasn't something to boast about in her opinion, but he certainly liked to.

He had this air about him, this false since of manners and the incredible gift to turn on the charm that almost no girl could resist.

Almost, every girl couldn't resist him, ever girl except Diane that is. This was why she had been his prey off and on for the past two years.

"Do I have to have a reason to speak to the most gorgeous woman alive?"

"Haven't you learnt by now that line doesn't work?" she asked, picking up her chemistry book again and pretending to study.

"Ahhh but I have so many other tricks up my sleeves.

"I bet you do. Tell me, how many women has actually fallen for that?"

"Many my dear, all except for the love of my life."

"Oh really, life's a bitch isn't it?"

"Yes she is infact," he teased. She sent in an icy glare before he finished his sentence, "But that intrigues me. Every time she turns me down I want her more."

"Sounds like a smart woman."

"Not really."

"Exucuse me?" she asked now thoroughly offended.

"She is no just smart, she is a genius. She is perfect, except for one flaw."

"And that is?"

"She can see true love waiting when it is right beside her."

And he got up and left.

Diane blinked a few times before she realized that he was gone. She shoved her things in her bag and continued down the hall after him, telling herself that she was only chasing in to tell him off.

It wasn't as if she was actually humored by this or anything . . .

"Or maybe she has already found true love!" she called after him.

"Yeah, that happens to fuck a girl in spandex in the janitors closet eh?" he whispered as she came close.

Diane's eyes dropped and she felt the tears swell in her eyes, and she looked away.

She didn't want anyone to she her cry.

"Diane I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"No, your right. Its over anyway."

"I am sorry to here that," he said softly.

She glanced up, just in time to see a flicker of a smile on his lips.

He looked so devastated by the news.

"I can see that you mean that from the bottom of your heart," she replied sarcastically.

"Of course, trust me I do."

"Oh I do, I feel so secure in your feelings of sadness toward me."

"As you should."

A silence fell upon her and she stayed perfectly still. She wanted to close her eyes, she wanted to move, and she wanted to run. But her body was paralyzed and refused to move. She felt him. She knew they were coming.

As he walked past, he didn't even glance her way, wearing his trousers and black button up as usual. His gray hair normally uncombed and his blue eyes just as soft as they ever been. Nothing had changed except the woman connected to his hip.

He never showed her off like that, she had never been his trophy. In a way, she was thankful, but she at least didn't want to be the secret. She wanted to be the lover who everyone knew about but he never cared what they thought. But it never happened that way.

She couldn't help but let her eyes trail after him. She giggled at something he whispered in her ear, something probably witty, or another one of his bad jokes you had to laugh at anyway. She glanced back, the brunette with bright green eyes.

She felt the steady fall of tears free falling and no hope of letting up. She hung her head, not really bothering to hid them now.

"Diane, he isn't worth I," Jordan whispered.

"Then who is?"

" Will let me take you somewhere?"

Diane stood for a moment looking out at him, as they both glanced back at her and laughed. Her eyes enflamed as they stopped, sitting under their old spot and wrapped their arms around the other's body as if for protection. A shameful need for warmth for the other.

She looked up at him, and thinking no second thoughts about it, she grabbed Jordan fiercely.

"I will do one better."

And she kissed him.

Jordan held his arm around her, supporting her as she took another sip at the six pack she was carrying flimsily. She sang out to her own tune and giggled, stumbling and tumbling over words and her own feet as they made their way up the hill. He held her tighter as she began to loose footing at the hill getting steeper. He heaved a breath and with one foot in front of the other, he made his way up the hill everyday. Normally it didn't bother him, he was accustom to it, he wasn't accustom supporting two bodies up it though instead of one.

He looked over at her, a smile on her face but her beautiful eyes dead with a loss of emotions. Usually she was so sweet, and full of life. But now right here she had to drink to get rid of the feelings of her problems.

He could kick himself for buying those two packs of beer.

On the contrary, to what others thought, she was more than just a conquest to him. She was the one. As extreme as it sounded, he could admit that, he knew she was the only person for him. For the first time in his life he wanted to actually wake up in the morning and know he had a commitment.

He lived for her annoyance, her flaming eyes. Her scoffing and sarcastic comments at his attempts. Rushing him away with a desire in her eyes that she didn't even know was there. Everything about her made every fiber of him spring to life, it was like she was the air he breathed.

But he knew one thing; he couldn't breath without that lingering scent. The sweet mixture of vanilla and strawberry crème. That precious Sanders Scent. It fueled. It was getting a bit bad though, he knew she was coming before he saw her, he smelt her and he knew. No one else could ever match that almost erotic scent. And as she leaned on him now, it was all over him. No doubt, at all, that he would smell just like her when he woke up tomorrow, and the thought drove him wild with desire. He just didn't want to wake up smelling her; he wanted to wake up seeing her.

"Jordan, I think I am going to get sick," she whispered hoarsely.

Jordan quickly ushered her away from the road just as she started to gag. They both bent down on their knees, and he took the wisps of her hair and held it back as he supported her. She vomited for quite a while it seemed, one right after the other until she was so weak her body wouldn't allow it.

He guessed six and a half beers did that to some people.

"Unless you haven't guessed yet," she whispered leaning back on him for support, "I don't drink a lot."

"Neither do it." He stood up and took her hands pulling her up, but at the first sight of her wobbly legs he ushered her down instead and lifted her into his arms.

"You don't have too."

"I know I don't," he started. "But I want to."

"Thank you Jordan."

"Your welcome Diane."

And she fell asleep.

Jordan made a mental note never, repeat never ever never, when getting a girl drunk attempt to carry her up the steep hill in wet grass.

It wasn't the easiest thing in his life to be honest.

Jordan collapsed on the porch of his small home and let his head hang, his eyes closed. After a few moments rest, he came to his senses and fished the keys out of his pocket.

Standing up with, being as weak as the hill had made up, Diane in his arms wasn't the easiest thing either. He didn't mean she was large by any means, she was at a nice normal size, not to small or large, but her weight didn't make him lifting his body any easier. Already his muscles began to ache and by one foot in front of the other, he finally unlocked the door and led himself into his home.

It was the same sight as always, a small rectangular living room with three doors to the side, two bedrooms, and the other to the bathroom. With a long couch, a small recliner, a few tables, a TV, DVD player and one old lamp is what the living room consisted off. A few pictures of him and his friends and family were tacked up on walls because he really couldn't afford frames. There was no decorations, only the blankets his nana had quilted before she passed. The kitchen was small as well, having the basic appliances, fridge, a stove, a few cabinets, a sink and a space he hoped to have filled with a dish washer a while ago.

He laid her down on his own bedroom, which was just as plain as the rest and tucked her in the already unmade bed. He exited the room, just before glancing back and gave a small smile before quietly shutting his door. He threw off his jacket, emptying his pockets of the necessary things such as his at the moment empty pocket book, keys, a pencil and pin, and his campus pass. He walked slowly to the other room and creaked open the door.

It was the only room in the house that was decorated at all, the only place that was what he considered lavished that gave him a sense of pride at all for what he had. The white dresser perfectly matched the desk that had pink and purple flowers painted on them neatly. An Aerial lamp that cast a soft glow sat upon the desk along with a folder, a picture of a beautiful girl, a little baby in a pink dress and himself. Some pencils and crayons laid scattered above a picture of a somewhat looking super hero in blue tights and had scrawled premature writing that said mi dad is mi herow. He smiled warmly over at the twin canopy bed, with pink bedding that had feel to the floor from a little girls sleepless night.

He walked over to the bed, grabbed the bedding off the floor, and laid it over the bed carefully as the sleeping princess began to stir. He wiped a few blond curly locks from her face and felt of her forehead. She was burning hot. He walked over to the other side of the bed, where the baby sitter Erica laid on a makeshift bed.

"Erica, pssttt Erica."

"Huh, oh Mr. Nickelson. Your home."

"Yes, sorry I am so late. One of my friends was having some problems."

"Are they okay?"

"Yeah, they will be fine. I really owe you Erica. I will pay you extra."

"You don't have to Mr. Nickelson. I love Jose. Plus you pay me to much as is it."

"No I don't, you are the only one I trust with Josephine."

"You're a great father Mr. Nickelson, you really are. I wish mine was as good as you."

Jordan smiled and whispered a goodbye as the teen briskly walked down the road with a check for fifty dollars in hand. He really didn't have the money, but he did it anyway.

He did it for Jose.

His eyes began to faulter and he walked into his babies room, where he found her sitting up with a smile.

"Your home Daddy?"

"Yep I am home."

"Is it Sunday Daddy?"

"Not for a few hours."

"Otay."

"I love you honey."

"Lub you to Daddy."

He leant down and gave her a short kiss before he left his two year old daughter in the room.

A/N: Ohhhh a twist of fate prehaps? Honestly I loved writing this between Jordan and Diane! Yeah if you havent guessed it already I got the idea from The Holiday, is it just me or is Jude Law just drop dead sexy in that movie? Anywho . . . . yeah that is sorta how I based Jordan. Next chapter is a mix between the future and a bit of the past. Chapter Eight will be all the way past, or present in our case. So yep hope ya review so u can see all of this . . .