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: So sorry for the lack of updates, finally got it done though. Sorry also for deleting my other two stories, forgive me but I just couldnt get inspired. this one isnt going to be as long as I had hoped, but I am going to work on more frequent updates, probably another one later in the week. Maybe two if your lucky. Review to get me motivated to get a move on with writing!

Disclaimer: Fine! You caught me! I don't own csi! Happy now?

For the next two weeks, Diane tried to ignore Jordan as much as possible. When he called her name, she simply engaged in an intense conversation with the person beside her, or find she has a sudden and intense need to go use the restroom. It wasn't that she didn't have a good time that night, she had an immensely good time with him.

That's what terrified her to the point when she saw him in the hall, she turned around and ran the other way. Even getting to the point of taking the long way to all of her classes, just incase their was the slightest chance she would meet him.

It confused the hell out of her. He was everything she had hated. He was arrogant, conceded, and egotistical. All he thought about who was he next fuck was and what to brag about at lunch today to the idiot 'fan club' that followed him around campus. He didn't have real friends, he didn't want them, and he didn't need them. All he enjoyed were having idiot minions on his tail.

That's all she was to him right? Just another piece of tail, that was just out of reach? Right? He didn't actually have real feelings for her right? He was just obsessed because she neither had needs nor wants to have him. Right? She didn't actually want him . . .right?

So, maybe the sweet and shy Jordan who was the single parent was slightly attractive. Maturity she found intensely attractive, and she had regretted that attraction since the day she developed it. Now even more, all she could do was hope and pray that she wouldn't have to deal with the 'mature and thoughtful' Jordan anymore.

That's all she could do.

And for the next few days after their evening together, her thoughts seemed to be confirmed. From the moment they parted out of class, her mind instantly went into overdrive. She almost automatically thought that it was just another show to try to get her. She even went as far as to think that he might have borrowed the kid from a cousin. But she instantly new that was wrong, that kid no since in denying it, his. From her soft facial features, to her hair, to those amazing smoky eyes was all inherited from her father. She was the mirror image of her father- not entirely a bad thing honestly. She could deny he was attractive, he was immensely attractive, but his attitude and personality however, was not. He was a father, but the sweet man who had talked to her and helped her through after breakup breakdowns, was nothing but a shadow.

For the next day he acted as he always did, parading around the school halls as if he owned them. She couldn't tear her mind away from the person she had spent time with, could it possibly be the same man? So different people rolled up in one shell. It was almost to much to bear.

She found herself watching him after a while, going out of her way now to go in routes that she found him most of the time. Eating at his favorite diner and studying outside in the courtyard where he and his groupies sat, fondling each other. He as like he always had been, and that burned her inside. Why wouldn't he be that man she had seen, for however brief of an instance? Was he that afraid just to be the amazing person he could be?

"Stupid biggoting idiot," she muttered one day after class.

It was one warm day after her normal classes. Diane and her best friend, Jenny, decided to do the rest of their homework in the courtyard, where much to her luck, or rather ill luck, Jordan sat glued to the face of another overeager blond.

"Come again?" Jenny asked confused.

"Him! Can't he leave his lips to rest just a little bit?" she hissed.

"Obviously not," she replied not all to enthused with the conversation.

"I mean really! Do you ever think he needs to breath? Just on occasion. Maybe if he got his mind off ass and tits he would realize how much he is missing in life?"

"Like what, sitting in a courtyard sulking as you watch the guy you have become overly obsessed with make out with some whore with very nice velvet panties?" she asked sarcastically.

"Velvet panties!" she screeched. She shot over a quick glance; she saw he had spread out her legs beneath him for the world to see his hand rising slowly upwards.

Jenny rolled her eyes, completely fed up with the turn of events and completely disgusted she didn't catch the 'overly obsessed' part.

"Oh Lord Voldemort!" she huffed slamming down her copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. "Why do it surprise you? That is who Jordan is! Everyone knows that he gets more ass than anyone in school! That's all he cares about! Get over it!"

"You have no idea what you're talking about! He could have more to him!" she protested.

"Yeah right, Like Draco Malfoy secretly loves mudbloods."

"Stop with the Harry Potter references! I've read the books too, the series ended a while ago. The point is, maybe he would be a good person if he got his head out of the thoughts of pussy for a while! Maybe he is a different person on the inside!"

"Who are you joking? Is this really Diane Sanders? It can't be, because Diane hates him!" She argued, her voice getting a bit to loud. The two in the corner had stopped eating each other's faces and now sat quiet watching. She threw her hands in his general direction and she stood up facing her. "Diane wants nothing more than to personally throw him into the flames of hell because all he wants is a good fuck. Who are you? What happened to your theory his motto was "Get in, Get off, Get out"?"

"Maybe I have found out different," she said in barely a whisper.

"You talk like you're in love with him. I don't know what the hell has gone on with you, or what you have 'realized' or how you did, but I hope you get your mind out of the clouds, and stop being jealous long enough to realized that whatever he showed you isn't real. It's just another desperate attempt to get the one girl he wants the most, but can't get. But who knows, maybe the impossible is possible after all."

For the next two weeks, almost a month since the encounter, she did nothing but study and spend time with her grandmother. With summer break quickly approaching, she had decided not to sign up for any classes, just to stay away and hide from everything that confused and hurt her. She hadn't spoken, or even glanced at Jenny or Jordan since the argument. Granted Jordan and Jenny did not attempt to speak to her either. Even though Jordan made it, apparent he understood the entire argument by not kissing, flirting, or even engaging in conversation with anyone of the female species. Although that included, she was the only one he looked at her elongating moments. She couldn't bear to make eye contact either, so she simply ignored it, or at least tried to.

But even if he had changed, it didn't make her change her new schedule. She still ate at his restaurant, and studied in clear view of him.

One day, after unable to find him in the courtyard, she headed to the once again forgotten library spot. Just as she made her way toward the back, she stopped and shot behind one of the near bookcases. She peered through a small crack between the books and her heart began to race. It was him, he was in her spot. Just wanting to see if he was alone, she widen the crack, unaware that she was close to knock the books in the floor.

It pierced the silence like a gunshot. She immediately ran to the shadow in the back, just quick enough to get out of view before he walked past her and exited the library. After composing herself, she made her way to her spot to find a small note on her chair.

Diane,

We have avoided conversation for far to long. If you still, or ever did for that matter, wish to know the more mature side of me, please meet me tomorrow afternoon at 6 here. If you don't, I understand. But if you do, I promise you wont regret.

Jordan

In silence, she sat against the book case, pondering at one line.

If you still or ever did for that matter, wish to know the ore mature side of me.

Did she? Yet another question that she didn't know.

It had been almost three days since he had pushed her against the wall, three days and things had only progressed to worsen. Instead of teasing, now they had fell into attempts to avoid each other. Sara found herself waking up in early morning to take rather long and uncalled for jogs to get away in hopes to shave a few hours of sexual tension away. She had never been an athlete, but it seemed to burn off the kindling steam. While Greg, infact was finding himself doing the same thing. Using up all of Catherine's groceries to perfect the Norwegian recipes his grandmother had gave him. Spending way to many hours in the pool practicing his backstroke and actually breaking his record of self love in one day.

All in all, it was getting rather desperate around the house. The only spoke over rather awkward meals, and barely spoke at all while they watched a movie together at night. Maybe mentioning something about the movie, and a quick goodbye, really that was pushing it during the forced time together.

All Sara found self thinking about was those ripples of wet muscles sliding under her fingers, or that forceful kiss that made her knees fall out from under her. His hard length pressed against her thigh from under the thin boxers. She blushed at every thought and felt his gaze on her to often for complete comfort.

It was just another night, precisely four day since the beginning of their awkward adventure. Sara curled up on the couch as the Notebook began to play from the large TV. Greg and herself were once again, as far from each other as possible on the couch, but that didn't stop them from the subtle glances or unwanted thoughts.

"Sara what do you think would be different if you had went on that break with me?" He blurted out.

"What break Greg?"

"That break I asked you about. When I worked in the lab. You were on the serial case about the poisoned man."

"Oh that! What about it?"

"Do you think we would have ended up different if you had went with me? If- if you had kissed me?"

"Greg what do you mean? Why are you asking me this?"

"Just forget it," he muttered as he got up and proceeded up the stairs.

"Greg! Greg wait! What are you talking about? What about the movie?"

"Forget it Sara. And I am sure that you would like the movie better without me."

And he slammed and locked the door.

The next morning Greg found himself in a worse mood than ever. He trudged toward the kitchen in nothing but his boxers. He was too tired, to cranky, and aching in to many places from Lindsey's twin bed to care. After grabbing a cup of coffee, which obviously meant Sara had left, he leaned up against the counter. After a few moments, a piece of paper caught his eye. Slowly he pulled it forward.

Greg

If you still want to make up that date of ours, meet me at the Fantasy Night Club and Casino at 8. I can understand if you don't, but if you do come, you wont regret it. I promise.

Sara.

Did he want to?

Of course he did, he would be any idiot if he didn't. Now only one question remained, what would he wear?

Just at that moment, Sara jogged through the back door. She leaned up beside him, smiling, and asked, "So what are you wearing tonight?"

Suppressing a goofy grin he spoke, "Who said I'm going?"

With a smirk, he grabbed his cup and left the room.

Of course he was going.

Of course, he had no idea what to wear.

All he knew is he loved teasing her. He loved making her happy. He loved being with her. He loved her period. He might get frustrated sometimes and let pent up sexual frustrations get the better of him, but some things were sure to never change.

A/N: Sorry for the less humor, and less lust, but I got inspired to write this so their it is. Next chapter will be about Diane, I am thinking about that only Diane next chapter. Greg and Sara will have the chapter after that, souly to thereselves. I hope you liked it. Review, keep me motivated (and yes that means all of you on the alert and favorites lists)