LVPD: The Pageant

Sorry this took me so long but it has been stuck inside my brain for months. Hope you like it and I'll try and update more soon.

LVPD: The Pageant 2/?

Rating: possible R

Disclaimer: I only own the plot.

Summary: Sara and the rest of the women of the Las Vegas Police Department are thrown for a ride when their asked to be apart of LVPD'S First Annual Summer Pageant.

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"Our next contestant is that of, Graveshift CSI Sara Sidle." Master of ceremonies, Jim Brass announced with a flourish before exiting the stage to allow the brunette to enter.

Pulling in a deep breath, Sara brought a glowing smile to her lips before stepping on the stage. Her eyes immediately searched audience, finding the familiar pair of eyes brown eyes, she stopped, her smile turning to a grin seeing his handsome features beaming at her with pride. Before she knew it she was off the stage and the next girl was being called up. Turning back to the audience her gaze once again found Greg's as she mouthed. 'Come here.'

'I just sat down.' He mouthed back, a soft chuckle at his lips.

'Come here.' She insisted, nodding further back stage, before following her own instructions. Reaching her destination, she waited a few moments before Greg showed up. "I can't do it. I can't go out there again."

"What?" Greg squeaked, stunned. "You were amazing out there."

"But I wasn't…" Sara cried throwing her arms around him. "Please don't make me."

Rubbing his hand along her spine, he shook his head. "Sara, why are you psyching yourself out like this?"

Feeling tingles down her back at his touch, she stuttered. "I can only do this with you."

"What?"

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Knocking gently on Sara's door, Greg took a deep breath. 'You can do this. She's your friend. Its not as if…' His train of thought stopped as Sara opened the door, her outfit nothing more than a simple black bikini, showing off every one of her beautiful assets."Oh my god."

Blushing lightly, she covered herself with one arm. "I just…"

"Is that what your wearing for the competition?" He interrupted, swallowing the lump in his throat, his eyes roaming over every part of her.

"I was thinking about it… but I uhh… wanted your opinion." She stuttered, opening the door wider for him to follow her in.

"You want my honest to god opinion?" He asked, watching as her perfectly sculpted curves drifted him to a sitting position on her couch.

"Yeah."

Shaking his head, Greg bit his lip, his eyes trained on every inch of her porcelain flesh that lay out for the world to see. "I'm starting to rethink what I said last night. No one else should see this." He whispered, running a gentle caress down the length of her arm, causing goosebumps to cover her skin.

Shuddering from his touch, she mumbled. "Maybe…maybe your right." Standing up, she avoided his gaze. "Umm…if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go change I'll be right back."

"Okay." He smiled lightly, watching her firm, covered, rear walk from sight. "God…" He sighed, covering up his now very apparent excitement. "...now I'm gonna need a cold shower after that."

"Your gonna need what?" Sara snickered, stepping out of her room, a soft white robe covering the beauty underneath.

"I thought you were changing?" He said, blindly grabbing a pillow from behind and placing it over his very erect friend.

"I was…but I forgot I put my clothes in the laundry."

Shaking his head, he stumbled."All of them?" before his eyes once again followed her body, his mind still reeling with the fact that she was still half naked underneath the terry cloth cocoon.

"Yeah, I guess I need take more days off, I was really behind." She chuckled nervously, sliding down next to him, a light crimson resting on her cheek. "Really behind."

"You need to take off work more often anyway." He bit his lip, leaning in closer to her and running an affectionate hand from her shoulder down. "You work too hard."

Leaning in herself, her lips trembled. "Maybe."

"Definitely." Greg sighed, easing his lips onto hers, nipping gently at her lower lip. Pulling back abruptly, he stuttered. "I'm…I'm sorry I…I shouldn't of done that. I'll just…I'll just go." Standing up, he moved to the door quickly.

"No…wait." Sara protested, standing up.

Turning back to her, he shook his head. "No Sara, I'll just see you at work." Before stepping to the door.

"But…" She moaned, watching as he closed her front door behind him, her lips still tingling from their encounter. "Shit."

TBC…R&R, if you want more….