They had everything wrapped up and closed the case. They had the rest of the evening off and decided to head to Lake Mead. It was always tough to deal with a murdered teenager, especially one who had such promise. This boy was straight A's, Chess club, in the choir ... The guy was a saint in the teen world. It made them think about their own days as teens. As they drove along, Catherine posed a question.

"What were you like in high school?" she turned to him, admiring the way the late evening light played on his grey-brown waves and watched a haunted look come into his warm, ice blue eyes.

Gil swallowed hard. "I was a ghost, Catherine... You know that... I didn't exist," he said, flashing her a look over his thin, wire frame glasses, then returning to the road ahead.

Her blue-green eyes opened wide in surprise. "What?" she gasped. "Really?"

"I was not very happy or accepted in high school," he managed, clearing his throat. "You wouldn't understand that, Ms Popular..." he said, the light coming back into his eyes. She smiled as she noticed him relax, but her eyes reflected concern and empathy. "It's OK... I'm popular with you and that's all that matters to me..." he said as a smile crept across his boyishly handsome face. They pulled onto the Lake grounds and parked in a secluded spot overlooking all of Las Vegas, the city they loved and protected. He turned the engine off and they sat in comfortable silence for a few long minutes, simply enjoying being close together and away from the job. She laid her head on his shoulder. He slid off his glasses and put them on the dashboard. It was a beautiful late August evening. The stars glittered and a full moon was rising...

It had been three months since he'd had his surgery and they were closer than ever. No one but Catherine knew about his hearing problems or subsequent surgery, and, since the operation was a success- for now, at least- no one else had to know. It was fun being lovers undercover and having secrets- it made everything more exciting... Catherine felt playful and decided to act on her passionate thoughts.

"So I take it you've never made out in a car?" she asked, her sultry voice low and inviting. She raised her head off his shoulder and turned. Their eyes immediately met.

"No, Catherine..." he said, his eyes blazing with his desire for her and happiness. He reached his right hand out and brushed her cheek, then trailed his fingers down her neck. "But I have the distinct feeling I'm about to."

She smiled seductively to affirm his prediction, and pressed her lips to his. She introduced her tongue to his. Their kiss was deep and passionate, but she managed to pull away. "There's a first time for everything... I say we remedy this sad situation and discover what we've been missing..."

"You mean to tell me that you've never made out in a car either?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Nope... Until now..." she said. Then she turned and hiked herself over the front seat and flopped onto the bench like and rather spacious backseat of the large black Tahoe. She waited a second and then whined, "I'm lonely back here... Get your fine ass over that seat NOW..."

He obliged in one swift movement. Once he was beside her, she pounced on him, needing to touch him, have his body pressed to hers. She wiggled them about and placed him beneath her, straddling his hips.

"What is this obsession you have with my backside?" he giggled.

"I will always have a soft spot in my heart for your ass, Gil... Hospital gowns are SO sexy..."

She leaned down, her shoulder length reddish-blonde hair cascading like a waterfall around their faces. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. She sighed deeply with pleasure as she felt his hands begin to glide around under her skin tight red blouse. She grasped his hands, effectively stopping him from removing it. He groaned in frustration. Her hands slid down his muscular chest to alight at his waist and undo his black leather belt. Now that she was occupied, he once again attempted to remove the obstacle that stood between he and her perfect breasts. He was thwarted, however, by his own body. He shivered with what he knew was only the beginning of the pleasure he would feel tonight... In his single-minded quest to rid her of her shirt, he had forgotten that she was on a mission of her own: to get into his trousers. She had achieved her goal and taken matters into her own hands... He couldn't help but let a contented moan slip from his throat. She fed off his response and began to kiss the left side of his neck. Next she slid her lips across his throat and spent an equal amount of time on the right side. Then she let her candy lips trail along his jaw bone and land on his lips once more. He clutched her close and she knew what he wanted as their eyes met. With a grin, she took his hands in hers and slid them into the waistband of her pull on slacks. She removed her own hands, letting him take it from there. Without braking eye contact, she positioned herself so that he could ease her pants and panties over her shapely hips. Once that task was complete, she settled herself back down on him, taking him into her as she did. Both sighed dreamily as their bodies began to tingle with the sensations their union produced. They began to slowly move together. He slid his hands up and down her sides as she hovered above him, just out of reach of his lips. Their eyes were locked and even in the dark, they reflected their passion and want and love for each other. She bit her bottom lip and arched her back, pressing down against him, never braking eye contact. She gave into his silent plea and leaned down the last inch so their noses touched. Then she brushed her tongue gently across his lips before pressing her lips to his. That was all he could handle. He breathed her name into her mouth and arched up against her, his hands gripping her hips. She pulled her face away from his and smiled victoriously as she watched his eyes darken with release. Once his breathing had calmed a bit, she leaned back down and he raised his head to press his lips to hers. They kissed deeply for a minute and then he made his move. Sliding his hands under her shirt, he slid them down her back and sides with massaging movements. He gently slid himself out of her and wiggled up into a sitting position while still holding her against him. Once they had settled with his back against the locked door, her cradled in his lap, noses brushing, he went to work.

"Your turn," he smiled. She squealed with anticipation.

With that, his left hand cupped around her neck, drawing her face close to his, and his right hand slid between her legs. He began to caress the inner most places of her body and soul. They pressed their foreheads together and their eyes locked. She sighed deeply and arched against his hand. She inhaled sharply, her eyes darkening. As she exhaled, she breathed his name and moaned with release, never braking eye contact. She relaxed against his chest and he leaned his head down to kiss her throat and neck while his hand continued it's exploration. Her breathing slowed and she gasped one last time as he offered one last tickle.

Reluctantly, they began to straighten themselves up. Once they were back in order, they turned to each other, sly, contented, loving smiles on their swollen lips. He reached his right hand out and brushed a lock of her soft hair behind her left ear.

"You are so beautiful," he said, his tenor voice low, gentle, caring, and full of sincerity.

"Thank you," she returned, taking his face in her hands. She brushed her fingertips down his cheeks. "You're pretty good looking yourself," she smiled. He paused for a second, letting that special moment freeze in their hearts and memories forever.

"That certainly was an amazing experience," he smirked.

"Yes it was," she said, snuggling close to him.

"Now we have to hope the 'kids' don't come in here with Luminal and a UV light or we're busted...."

They turned slowly to each other, smiled mischievously and began to giggle like teenagers....