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Four Days Later…

"Ah, shoot," Katrina muttered. She watched as the small marble rolled underneath the computer vanishing from site. Katrina walked over and got down her hands and knees, she crawled under the table with her backside still sticking out. She cursed and looked harder. Her mind was focused on finding this one marble not the fact that Greg Sanders stood behind the island 'looking' at the microscope. His eyes could not focus on the dead skin they were too busy looking up at Katrina's rounded but. Her black skirt was pulled tight against her showing of her curves, her heels allowing her the privilege of being an inch taller, but still not tall enough to beat Greg. He licked his lips and tried to clam himself as his eyes kept lingering towards her, "You'd better be looking at the microscope, Mr. Sanders." Greg jumped at the sound of her voice, his eyes locked onto the eye holes. It tool his whole will power to keep his eyes there, he continued to lick his lips trying to concentrate. His mind kept wondering and his thoughts turned to day dreams, eventually the dead skin start to look like something else and his heart quickened. His palms felt sweaty and his muscles tensed down—.

"Hey, Greg," Greg's head snapped up and silently thanked God for the distraction. Warrick stood in the door way, "Did you get those results yet?"

"Um, you'd have to ask Kat," Greg responded then quickly looked back at the microscope not wanting to tempt Katrina's temper.

Warrick looked around for her, but stopped when he saw her back end sticking out from under the computer; he chuckled under his breath and walked over. He bent down and looked into the darkness only spotting her blonde hair in a bun, "Greg has probably lost fifty different things under there you are never going to find whatever you are looking for."
There was a loud groan and the muttering of curses, Warrick stood up allowing her to crawl out. He held his hand out and she took it, he hoisted her to her feet and smiled, "Thank you."

"What exactly did you drop that was so important to crawl under there?" Warrick asked.

Katrina brushed her white ruffled blouse off and made sure it was tucked neatly into her skirt, "It was a marble."

"As much as I would like to know why it was important, I'm being timed," Warrick smiled and crossed his arms, "My results?"

"Yeah," Katrina walked over to the computer and hit print, "but you're not going to like it."

"Great," Warrick grabbed the paper from the printer and frowned, "Are you sure this is right?"

"Yeah, I went over it twice," Katrina said.

"I looked over it twice as well," Greg said without looking up.

"Gris, is not going to like this," Warrick turned and left the room.

Katrina sighed and turned to rest her elbows on the island, she looked at Greg waiting for him to look up, once he did he gave her a crooked smile, "What?"

Katrina just smiled and looked down at a file; she grabbed a pen and began checking boxes off and writing things down.

Greg stood up straight and stretched his arms above his head, he winced, but it didn't hurt as much as before. He ran a hand through his hair frowned, "I hate my hair."

Katrina looked up at him, "You have no idea."

"What are you talking about? All you have to do is put it in a ball and wrap something around it."

Katrina laughed, "Yeah, right. If only it were that easy."

Greg put a hand on her head and pulled it back, "No frizz, no static, its doing better than mine."

"Oh, stop being such a girl it's not that bad," Katrina walked around to stand next to him. He leaned on the counter sideways and smirked at her, she ran a hand through his hair, "You hair is fine." She pulled at pieces to fix its tasseled look, "It's very silky."

"Is silky good?"

"Oh yeah," Katrina ran her hand through his hair messing with the wind blown look, "Mmmm, so soft…"

Greg closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander into his earlier day dream, but with her hand in his hair it helped his thoughts widen, rested a hand on her hip underneath her lab coat and slowly moved up her waist as she muttered something about his hair, "Mmmm." Greg opened his eyes to see Katrina smiling at him, both her hands now tangled in his hair, "Is my hair silky and smooth enough?"

"Yeah," She removed a hand, but kept the other in his hair as she reached across to grab her papers and the pen, she tangled her fingers in his hair as she continued to write and check things off.

Greg chuckled and looked back into the microscope, he focused the lens as much as he could and turned to the paper next to him and wrote something down. He could feel her hand still, but suddenly there was another hand, "So why are touching Greg's hair?"

Katrina smiled looking at her paper not removing her hand, "It's soft and fun to play with."

The hand vanished and Catharine walked around to look at both of them, "Do you guys want to go out to lunch with the rest of us?"

Greg and Katrina looked at each other, they both shrugged, Greg looked back at Catharine, "Yeah, we'll be right there."

"I'll tell the others," Catharine turned to leave, but looked back, "You're not going to walk around like that are you?"

Greg put a hand on top of Katrina's holding it there, "We'll flip a coin on it."

Catharine smiled and walked out.

Greg and Katrina looked at each other; Katrina removed her hand and took her lab coat off. Greg removed his and wiggled his eye brows at her, "Shall we go and eat something?"

Katrina giggled, "Stop that."

Katrina and Greg walked out of the lab side by side talking about when Greg had swiped a car at the age twelve and drove it around the block…twice.

"There they are," Hodges exclaimed, "I am starving!"

Wendy smacked his shoulder, "Stop that."

"We're car pooling," Grissom said, "Who's going with who?"

"I'll take Warrick, Wendy, and Hodges," Nick said with a smile.

"Then I'll take Catharine and Sara," Grissom said then looked at the two techies talking amongst themselves biting back laughs, "And since you two can't seem to be quiet for two seconds…you'll car pool together."

"Alright Mr. Sponge," Greg said with a dramatic bow.

Katrina smacked his arm, "Stop."

Greg looked at her, "What?"

She broke into a laugh, "You're so annoying."

He smiled at her and kissed the air, "You know you want me."

"You wish," Katrina smiled and looked at the others who stared at them in silence.

"Greg, I'm watching you," Grissom said.

"Whatever you say Mr. Sponge," Greg muttered.

Katrina made what sounded like a pig snorting and a laugh before covering her mouth.

"Let's go," Grissom said. The group headed out talking amongst themselves. Five minutes later they were climbing into cars and heading out of the parking ramp.

Greg and Katrina took up the rear in Greg's car and instantly both of their hearts picked up pace. When they ever had a chance to be alone it always turned into quiet awkwardness, but not this time. Greg snatched up her hand and kissed the back of it, "And at last we are alone."

Katrina blushed and turned the radio on with her free hand, techno music blared into the speakers calming their hearts to a normal pace. She squeezed Greg's hand and looked at him as they stopped at a red light, Nick's car sat idle in front of them. She kissed the air and replied to what he said earlier, "I already have you."

He leaned over and kissed her lips gently, he pulled away just as the light turned green and groaned.

She quickly released his hand, "Did I hurt you? Oh my God, I'm so sorry."

Greg glanced at her and shook his head, "No, you didn't."

"Then what's wrong?" Katrina asked leaning over to him.

Her scent flooded into him and he bit his tongue trying to control him, oh, did he want her. His whole body screamed at him to pull over somewhere and just take, but he bit it away and looked at her with a crooked smile, "You're driving me and my body crazy."

Katrina giggled and leaned closer to him; she kissed his earlobe and pulled on it softly teasing him. She kissed his jaw line all the way to his neck; he clutched the steering wheel tighter his knuckles turning white. She went back to his ear and whispered, "How about now?"

Greg looked at her with sudden need, but quickly looked back at the road. I really wish she would stop. But he didn't want her to, he wanted her to continue he wanted to hold her against him, but he couldn't, not here, "You have no idea."

"Oh, I think I do," Katrina giggled.

Greg blushed and smiled sheepishly at her, "That is your fault…thanks to you; I'm going to have to bee line it straight to the bathroom."

Katrina giggled and went back to playing with his earlobe; he groaned and wished that he could learn to control himself, "You're making this harder to drive."

"I trust you," Katrina whispered.

"You won't when I crash," Greg muttered, but he knew he wouldn't…still he really wish she would stop or he'd have a serious problem.

"I always had a feeling that this was you're special spot," Katrina said, the word special hissed in his ear, "After the first month I worked here, I walked up behind you and tugged on your earlobe because you weren't listening. You had a spasm and ran off."

Greg's heart picked up, "Damn…I don't even know yours."

Katrina giggled, "You will eventually." She kissed his jaw line again and played with his earlobe a couple more times before her cell phone rang, she groaned in protest, but sat back in here seat, turned down the radio and flipped it open, it was a text from Wendy.

Wendy: Kat, nobody, but me has looked behind us. He might have tinted windows, but I can see you.

Kat: See us…

Wendy: Everything.

Kat: Oh my god, you're the only one right?

Wendy: Yeah, Hodges went to look back, but made it seem I hit him on accident. I won't tell anybody.

Kat: Thank you, Wendy. I owe you.

Wendy: I always had a feeling you'd fall for him.

Katrina snapped the phone shut and sighed.

"What?" Greg asked.

"That was Wendy," Katrina said, "She can see us."

"Oh," Greg muttered, "And?"
"She's not going to say anything."
"Good," Greg said, "besides I've got something on her too."

Katrina smacked his shoulder, "Stop being so mean."

Greg laughed, "I'm kind of glad she texted you…or we could've had a problem on our hands."

"Oh yeah?" Katrina reached her hand over and gave his earlobe a light tug, he flinched.

"Are you enjoying this?"

"Very."

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Inside Greg did like he said and made a bee line for the bathroom; Wendy came up behind Katrina and grabbed her arm, "You are so sitting by me."

Katrina smiled at her, "Okay."

It seems that a booth for nine wasn't that hard to get in Vegas. The order went a little like this: Grissom, Sara, Nick, Catharine, Warrick, Hodges, Katrina, then Greg…whenever he came back.

Everyone ordered a drink and struck up a conversation with someone, Wendy turned towards Katrina and leaned closer so no one could hear them, "So it was Greg, that you were having problems with?"

"Sort of," Katrina admitted, "In the beginning I was with Nicky, but then things happened."

Wendy stared at her wide eyed, "So, how hard is it getting together?"

Katrina sighed, "Very. The only time we see each other is at work or at my dad's house. We can't do anything there."

"Basically the car ride was like a gift from God?"

"Yeah," Katrina said, the two girls broke into a giggle and sipped their soda.

Hodges leaned over and smiled as Katrina felt a presence next to her, "It's about time you came back."

"I had to go to the bathroom, I'm sorry," Greg said.

Nick laughed, "Must've been a real emergency."

"Yeah, it was," Greg muttered trying to hide the blush on his neck.

"Hey, Junior, here's a question for you?" Katrina looked at Warrick, "You're dad here tells me all about how whenever you two talked you always talked about these boyfriends, how come we haven't met one?"

Katrina froze, but slowly responded, "I guess," her hand moved on the seat towards Greg's leg, "I haven't really found the special someone to introduce you guys too." Her hand crept up onto Greg's jean covered legs, he flinched under her touch, but not enough for anyone to notice.

"You must be beating them off with a stick then," Sara said.

"No, I am," Grissom said taking a drink then smiling at his daughter.

If only he knew, Katrina's hand slowly inched up Greg's leg, but stopped every few seconds.

Greg folded his hands on the table and looked over at Nick, "So Nicky, where's this girl you never seem to shut up about."

"Yeah, he's right Nicky; you used to talk about this girl all the time, what's her name?" Catharine asked,

"Nah, she broke up with me awhile ago," Nick said looking at his cups, his eyes drifted towards Katrina, but she had hers locked on the table.

Katrina ignored the rest of the conversation continuing her climb up Greg's leg, her groaned quietly and shifted in his seat, "Greg, you've got something on you're ear," Katrina said it in a normal tone so that if anyone saw her grab his ear, they'd know why. Katrina rubbed his earlobe as if getting something off, he moaned quietly and looked at the table...he was ready to take her right there in front of everyone, but his job and hers kept it back. Greg pulled a pen out of his tan jacket pocket and carefully wrote something on the napkin for Katrina to read: I need you now.

Katrina's face flushed, but she smiled at him and nodded. Her hand stopped a half inch from its destination and brushed softly just to tease him. She bit her lip trying to think of a plan, but she finally got one, "Oh, crap, Greg we were supposed to finish those tests and send the results to my old college professor."

Greg played right along, "That's right!"

Katrina looked at her dad and the others, "Greg and I need to finish some tests or I might loose another way to get money. We'll catch lunch with you guys a different time, it'll be on us."

Greg got out of the booth carefully and put folded his hands over himself hiding, "We'll see you guys later then." He helped Katrina out of the booth and followed her back to the car.

Wendy saw the weird looks on the others and decided to help the two, "Kat, was telling me about the other night, she was totally psyched that Greg had agreed to help."

That convinced them…thank God.

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The door to Greg's apartment flew open and shut quickly. Katrina walked into the hallway in silence, but before she could speak Greg had his arms around her kissing her passionately and in between kisses he spoke, "I—can—not—believe—you," he pulled away, "would do this to me."

Katrina smirked and put a finger over his lips, "No more talking."

Greg nodded and picked her up kissing her; she kicked off her heels and wrapped her legs around him making her skirt roll up. He walked towards his bedroom holding her close, inside he kicked the door shut and pushed her against a wall. She leaned back against it allowing Greg to kiss her neck and cleavage. She reached down and pulled her shirt off; he carefully set her down and pulled his own shirt of as well. Katrina looked at his bare chest and found herself admiring how fast he healed; he walked forward and shoved him onto the bed. He went to sit up, but she pushed him down. He obeyed and waited, Greg could feel the tug on his jeans and he moaned again, "Katrina."

"Sh," she whispered her breath hot against his stomach. And just like that she had him.

He moaned again and reached down to hook Katrina under the armpits, he pulled her up to him so he could kiss her. He turned her over and kissed her neck, chest and stomach. For the first time Greg heard her moan and it brought him back into a relapse of tension and need. He hovered over her and stared into her eyes…and just like that he lowered himself down on her.