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! Sorry it took soooo long, but my computer was messed up and i was just able to get back on it. Hope ya like it. I am planning on finishing it up soon, so expect more updates soon! This 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 Eight: Tale of the Two Teases

Sitting miserably on the couch, Sara Sidle chewed at her finger nails, a habit that she hadn't been prone to use in years. But she supposed it was just the jittery feelings inside of her that caused her to want to eat away at them.

It wasn't that she didn't want to spend two weeks with Greg Sanders; it was just the fact that they were completely alone for two weeks that she had a problem with. When others were with them it was fine, they got along smoothly, not to mention they seemed less prone to embarrassment. But when they were alone, it was like everything completely changes. Then again, it rather did;

Something awoke in her while it was just them, kind of, like a monster living inside of her she didn't realize was there before. A monster that wanted nothing more than for her best friend to take her – a rather frightening feeling to say the least. It wasn't that she wanted to feel that way- because she honestly didn't, she just did. It was something that she couldn't control, and what was even worse, Sara was beginning to think that Greg was starting to feel the same way to.

Little did she know though, Greg Sanders had been feeling this way for a very long time.

He watched her from across the room, chewing on his bottom lip as his hands fiddled to find something to do.

"Keep the mind busy Greg, keep your mind on other things," he whispered to himself.

But what were there to think about other than that? Nothing stopped his mind from going wild, hell even the kitchen table conjured lust filled thoughts. He wanted nothing more than to be able to throw her down on that table, moaning and wet for him. Greg moaned slightly at the mental image, in a desperate plea for sanity. He had liked her from the moment he met her, but he had loved and wanted her since the moment he became close friends with her. It took an amazing amount of effort and will power to stop himself at times, but lately it seemed to be running thin.

He had hoped in the past, that if possible, if he ever got her it would help him get over her, just move on. But now he knew more than ever that the only thing that last night did was make him crave her more. He had finally learned he would never be able to love another woman; Sara Sidle was his one and only, but how was he to make her see that?

The obvious thing to do was to hold down the intense cravings for her for the next two weeks, show her he loves her without getting physical. Which was a hard task, slightly beyond hard to be completely honest. Every few moments the memory from last night played repeatedly in his head. What excited him immensely was that she started it, but what that exactly meant he wasn't sure.

"Greg?" she asked in a faint voice.

He gave a wide smile and bounced characteristically on his heals. His eyes lit with the same twinkle as always, his expressions not unusually out of place. Just by judging on outer appearance, you would have never guessed that he was fighting his demons inside. But then again, when can one ever judge by outer appearance? You never can, masks of smiles are all to common, when inside they are fighting back feelings of all kinds, tears and even battling themselves.

The demon inside him became ever more confidant, raring its head in pride as he turned to face her. Her full, pouty lips begging to be well kissed, and her night shirt slipping slightly off her shoulder. Her hair was tousled, perfect to run his fingers through and take in the sweet sent of green apple shampoo. She was plain by others standers, she had nothing special on, she wore no make up and her hair was not fixed to perfection. But Greg wasn't like the others. In his eyes, she could have never looked any sexier than she did at that very moment.

She simply took his breath away. They were no words to be said, no sentiments to be given, or even an action to be taken. He couldn't move, he couldn't think, he couldn't get his eyes off her. She could try every look possible, she could have plastic surgery, and get braces to fix her imperfections; but then she wouldn't be his Sara. She wouldn't be his beautiful, powerful, independent Sara. He didn't want her to change anything about herself, because to him, they couldn't be anything closer to perfection than what was in front of him right now.

"Greg? Why are you staring? Do I have something on my face?" she asked amused.

"No, but you look like you have been through one hell of a night," he teased.

"I have been through one hell of a night alright."

"If I were you I would feel privileged," he pointed out.

"Why?"

"Because," he started sitting beside her, "You went through one hell of a night with me."

She smirked and watched him for a moment, a look of amusement in her eyes. "See that's the thing Greggo. Anyone would look like hell after a night of sleeping with you. Your horrible, you talk in your sleep, kick, snore, oh and you drool too."

"I do not talk in my sleep!" he protested.

"Really? Sure about that?"

"Perfectly positive."

She sat up on her knees, and crawled toward him. Her breath loud and raspy, lips millimeters away from his own. Her eyes half closed, she tilted her head and opened her mouth slightly. His heart began to race inside of his throat, and had lost all control of his own breathing.

"How good did I look in that leather Greg?"

And she backed away.

Greg sat rooted for a few moments before jumping up and moving toward the kitchen in haste.

"So, what do you want to do tonight?" he asked loudly.

"Going to get our things would be a great start," she said happily.

"Well, how about ordering some pizza and watching a movie afterwards?" he suggested as he fiddled with his keys.

"Sounds like a superb idea."

Sara jumped off the couch, and adjusted the clothes Catherine had let her borrow. After running her fingers through her hair and slipping on some flip-flops, she followed Greg in suite out the door.

"Damn tease," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Nothing."

After a rather long stop at Greg's apartment, which consisted of a long search for his bottle of knew hair gel, the two finally made it to Sara's home. While Sara rummaged through her draws trying to figure out exactly how much of which she would need, Greg surveyed the area out of sheer boredom.

"You could come in here and help me!" she suggested.

"No I am fine."

Rolling her eyes, she began to pick at her lingerie, deciding on packing on her very best, matching sets. After folding them carefully and stowing them away, she put away each outfit that she had laid out on her bed.

Greg decided to finally enter her room after a long self tour. She glanced over at him as he leaned against the door frame.

"You know-" she started. "It would go a lot quicker if you helped."

"No, you seem to have it under complete control."

"Fine, I am almost done anyway."

After crossing the room to grab her packet of pregnancy pills on her dresser, she made her way to her bag when, he came over and snatched them away from her.

"Greg! Give them back!"

"Sara, Sara, Sara, got something planned?"

"Not that you would know anything about that. No one you have dated has ever had the need for them," she hissed.

"Oh on the contrary, I almost had one last night," he corrected.

Sara felt a lump form in her throat, "Really?"

"Yeah, it would have been great too, but you know what is the worst thing?"

"What might that be?" she asked nervously as she snatched them away.

"Her ex walked in on us. And I will let you in on a little secret.

She saw him advance on her and she backed quickly toward the wall. Looking back on it, she couldn't have made a worse choice than that. No sooner, than she had reached the wall, he leaned his hands over her, propping himself up and pinning him under her. In the same stature she had earlier that day, he leaned down, his lips so close to her she could practically feel them burning on her own.

"She turns me on even when she looks like hell."

And he walked away.

After a few minutes to adjust and regain her posture, she shakily grabbed her bag and followed him out the door.

"Damn tease," she muttered after she locked the door.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

A/N: Lol well I hope you liked it! Review!