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: Hey hey hey! Well I am back with a new chapter! Hope ya like it. Next chapter is completely the past, or errr present in our case. I'm going to start giving ya previews at the end of the chapter so yep. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Okay, okay, okay, I don't CSI, I admit it.
Chapter Seven: The Tale of Jerry Springer
Sara sat on the couch in infinite triumph sipping at her third cup of coffee. As another commercial came onto the screen, she turned to see her co-worker, who sat successfully pulling off the 'I am pouting but am I still sexy' look.
"Oh come off of it Greg. Doctor Phil is wayyy better than Jerry Springer!"
"Phil doesn't have midgets and country hicks sleeping with their cousins!" he whined.
"And that is why I wont watch it. Dr. Phil doesn't waste an hour on complete bullshit."
"But it is funny bullshit!"
She rolled her eyes, realizing that she would never win with him and looked down at her coffee cup.
Empty.
Sara pouted and looked over at Greg with puppy dog eyes, begging silently as she held out her cup.
"No I wont fall for it. No matter how cute you are with the pout."
"Greg please, I promise I will do anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything- as long as it doesn't have to do anything with TV."
Greg seemed to sit and ponder about this, stroking an imaginary beard as he thought. She giggled and shook her head, but as he broke out in a wicked smile, it didn't seem as funny anymore.
She suddenly wished she had gotten her own coffee.
"Okay Sara."
Before she could object, he had grabbed her cup and raced off.
Sara had no idea how right she was to be terrified.
"Sun," Diane groaned as she rolled over in the quiet comfortable full size bed.
Wait.
Full size bed?
She instantly opened her eyes, but also instantly regretted it, as the sun didn't do much help for her blasting head ache. After a few moments her eyes adjusted, her head didn't, but her eyes did and that was all she really could expect. She knew she never could hold her liquor.
The room was plain, very plain indeed. With one full size bed with a raggedly blue quilt over the top, two table chairs with small lamps and a weak dresser is what the room consisted of. Diane swung herself out of the bed and realized her shoes were now missing. Eyeing the flip flops in the floor, she slipped them on her feet and slipped out of the room.
"DADDY!! I AM HUNGERY!"
Diane jumped a bit as a squealing blur flew by her, not helping her ever increasing headache one bit.
"JOSE I SAID BE QUIET! WE HAVE A GUEST-"
Diane took a sharp to in take as Jordan stepped into the room and his face began to flush.
"-Asleep. Umm Diane, the screaming blur of terror was Josephine."
"ITS JOSE!" the little girl squealed.
"Please make her stop doing that," Diane whined.
"DADDY! HUNGERY NOW!"
Diane flinched again as the scream seared through her head and she gave Jordan a pleading look. Jordan sighed and causally walked into the kitchen and returned it the 'screaming terror."
She was a petite little girl, with short blond curls and smoky blue eyes much like her, well Jordan's.
"Daddy said to apologize so I'm sorry Ms. Sanders."
Diane nodded and fell on the couch behind her and looked up at him. She had no remembrance of last night's events at all. But that really wasn't what bothered her.
It was that, the player, Jordan fucked every girl except Diane Sanders at LUV Nickelson had a daughter. And what looked like his own house.
Since when did he have any other responsibilities than buying condoms?
"Daddy?" she asked.
"Yeah about that-"
"Daddy! Hungry!" the little girl whined.
"Okay, okay okay. Since you don't remember anything-"
"Daddy!"
"Jose! Hush for a second for Daddy please. I will explain it all-"
"Daddy please!"
"HUSH!"
She watched as the little girls tear stained face poked around the corner. Jordan ran up to her, envopling in his arms and whispered.
"Did I hurt her?"
"Sort of," he giggled.
"I am sorry Daddy."
"Its okay sweetly. Now what do you want?"
"
She nodded quietly and looked off, completely confused about what had just entered her life.
Sara took a sip of her latest glass of coffee as Greg continued to whine about the benefits of Jerry Springer.
"Jerry makes it interesting, I mean you cant get better than midgets jumping out of cakes!"
"You need to marry Jerry Greg," she teased.
"At least he would get his own coffee."
"Well if you would rather me go . . . " She trailed off.
"No!" he said a bit, to quickly, "I mean, no."
Sara giggled a little, pushed the remote toward him, and watched as his hazel orbs lit up happily.
"Really?"
"Yes really," she sighed.
"Thank you Sara," he whispered as he quickly changed the channel.
He looked happier than a kid at Christmas.
Sara had yet to realize that it wasn't Jerry he was happy about. It was her.
Catherine ran through her bags, making sure the last minute things were packed and quickly dialed Grissoms cell and ran off a list to him.
"Sun block?"
"Yes."
"Glasses?"
"Yes."
"Swimming trunks?"
"I have everything Cath. Please stop worrying," Grissom sighed.
"I know I just don't want to go and realize we forgot something."
"We wont. Now have you told them yet."
"No."
"Catherine," Grissom whined.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked.
"Yes. Positively. They make each other happy and I have moved on to better things."
Catherine let out a smile a breath she didn't realize she was holding after a few moments.
"I just hope Sara doesn't get pregnant."
"Why would Sara do that?"
"Because Gil, if what happened yesterday happens again no one will be here to stop them."
"They are smart Cath, they will use protection if the time comes," he whispered awkwardly.
"Gil, never put any faith in latex and raging hormones. Be there in twenty."
"I shall be ready."
Catherine hung up and walked off the room, bags in had and met ushered Lindsey out to the car.
"Are you sure its okay Sar'?" Catherine asked skeptically.
"Yes, I would love staying here. Everything will be fine. Gill, Lindsey, Your Mom and yourself have a good time."
"Thanks Sara, you don't realize how much this means to me."
"Its okay, I promise I will take good care of everything."
"Just make sure Greg doesn't burn anything down."
"I promise," Sara giggled.
Catherine suppressed a laugh, instead smiled and turned toward the car. She climbed in and started up the engine before rolling down the window.
"Sara!"
"Yeah?"
"My top bedroom side tables drawer!"
"What about it?"
"You will see."
Jordan gave Jose a kiss as Erica sat on the couch successfully braiding her hair. After some goodbyes, he led Diane outside the house as the walked down the road for their night class. They both were going into the Chemist field and had Sunday night Chem. Lab.
The journey was quiet for a while. Not the comfortable silence that engulfs you, but the awkward painful silence that eats away at you.
"So . . ." she trailed off.
"So I suspect you have a few questions."
"A bit," she admitted.
"Go ahead. Ask away."
"How old is she?"
"Two," he answered smiling.
"Where is her mother?"
"Gone."
"Where? Why isn't she with you?"
"She's . . . dead."
"Oh, I am sorry. I didn't realize."
"Don't be, you couldn't have."
"
"A father isn't the most appealing thing to women at first. I don't like telling anyone of my daughter unless I trust them."
"Why me?" she asked
"Isn't it obvious? I like you."
"What about her grandparents?" she asked ignoring the later.
"Dead."
"Oh, I am sorry."
"It's okay. I am pretty much all she has."
"You are like two different people," she quipped.
"How so?"
"Well at school, you are this flirt all the women fall over and then at home your super dad."
"Odd combination eh?"
"A bit."
"I think it is incredibly sexy."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes really," she started, "Maturity, I mean is the best trait one can find."
A/N: Well, I hope you all like it, but before I leave you, I will address Diane and her reaction. Diane is a lot like Sara, and models herself off Sara, I will explain more about her mother later, so the attraction maturity and deep affection toward Brian comes from that. I wanted to make her more shocked than mad about it. Plus, you have to remember; she really doesn't like Jordan in the first place. She only kissed him because Brian was there.
Chapter Eight: If The World Lived On A Smile
The rain poured down in a clear conscience as she closed her eyes and let the rain drops cleanse her soul. It didn't matter where she had been, what she was, or what she had done. All that mattered was here, now, and his smile gracing the world with a light brighter than any other.