Chapter 2
"Signs of sexual activity", Gil smiled at the thought as he woke up the next morning. How many times had they entered a room and noticed just what he is noticing now, that tell tale smell that is left behind, sheets tangled and clothing on the floor.
He reached for Sara but she was gone, "Must be in the bathroom," he thought. Just as he as about to get up he was tackled by her, "Ha got ya," she said smiling. "And what do you intend to do with me?" he asked grinning at her. "Just this," she told him as she kissed him. "And maybe some of this too," she added running her hand down below his waist. "MMM. I think I like that," he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately.
Later they were laying with arms and legs wrapped around each other. Sara smiled as she managed to unwrap her self from him, "Don't forget, you lost the race last night. You have to pick up the clothing."
She smiled as he tossed a pillow at her. "That too," she said laughing as she headed out the door. "Will have something to eat by time you get finished," she yelled heading down the stairs.
Sara knew that Catherine had been in love with Warrick Brown for as long as she can remember. She had told Sara once that from the first time she seen those soft green eyes he was all she fantasized about.
Sara intended to do something about it, she just was not sure what. That was what was on her mind when Gil came into the kitchen, she was standing at the stove and he walked up behind her and put his arms around her.
He must have startled her because before she realized what she had done her elbow came back right into his stomach. "Oh darling, I am sooo sorry," she said kissing him.
"Remind me never to do that again," he said smiling as he rubbed his stomach. "I was thinking about Catherine and Warrick," she told him putting the food on the table. "We have to get them together." "WE have to mind our own business," he told her once again but once again knowing she was not paying attention to him.
Nothing more was said about it until they were on their way to the lab. Sara said, "Hon I have a great idea. Why don't we ask Nick and Warrick and Catherine up to the cabin this weekend. I think it will be fun." Gil was sure she was up to something but he had to admit that it would be good to get away from the city for a weekend.
"I will ask them tonight," he said. Sara smiled, she did have something planned, she just could not tell him because he would mess it up. "Men are so clueless," she said to herself.
As he was about to pass out the assignments he told them of Sara's plans. "Have to take a raincheck," Nick said. "Sophia and I am flying home this weekend to meet my folks." Sara said how sorry she was, but inside she was smiling. She knew they were going away, Sophia had already told her.
"Lindsey is staying at Beth Ann's this weekend," Catherine said, "I would love to go." "I have nothing planned," Warrick said, "Sounds good to me. Maybe I can get in some fishing."
The first part of Sara's plan was falling into place, now if the rest of it went as smoothly.
"What are you up to," Gil asked on their way to their scene. "Not a thing," she said, "How dare you even think such a thing." She pretended to be hurt. "Because, my dear, I know you all to well," he said slipping his hand on top of hers.
She pulled hers away and playfully slapped him, "Be have yourself, we are on Ecklies time." "Ecklie can kiss my foot," he said smiling at her. "Any way, who is going to tell?"
They did tease and play a little when they were alone but once they were at a scene it was all business, he was the supervisor and she knew it. She took her orders like all the rest. Nick had once remarked at just how professional they were, "You can hardly tell you two are anything but coworkers."
That was the only thing that the sheriff had insisted on when Sara came back to graves, that, when on the clock, they conduct themselves in a professional mannor at all times. Gil insisted on it also.
Friday morning came and Warrick and Catherine meant over to Gil and Sara's place. They had all decided to ride together.
"Hey Rick," Gil said. "How handy are you with a hammer and nails?" "Fair. Why?" he asked. "I just found out that there was some storm damage to the cabin, I figured we could handle it." "What kind?" he asked. "Not sure," was Gil's answer.
Sara was busting inside, she knew just what was damaged and it fit perfectly into her plan.