AN: I don't own any of the CSI:NY Characters or any of the show's storylines that I may refer to from time to time, but the rest of the plot is mine.

Boxes

She looked around the apartment, it seemed like it would never be straight, boxes were stacked everywhere. She went to the kitchen; rummaging in a box she began to unpack it and load things into the cupboards. Switching on the CD player she continued to work through unpacking.

He stood at the door watching her; she hadn't noticed him enter. She stretched to reach the top of the cupboard, her t-shirt lifting, exposing her stomach and he could resist no longer. In a few steps he was behind her and ran his hand around her waist as he helped push the box onto the top shelf. She could feel his breath on her neck, sending tingles down her spine, she leaned into him. He ran his fingers down the side of her neck making her squirm. He knew then that she was his.

Turning her around his lips captured hers, gently at first, then growing deeper and more demanding. Pulling back a few moments later they were both breathing heavily. She looked at him lost in his eyes. Thoughts of unpacking banished from her mind. She knew what he wanted, she could read his mind by the look in his eyes. She wasn't disappointed when he pulled her back against him and almost growled in her ear, before leading her towards the bedroom, the only room which had been almost unpacked. The few items scattered across the bed were soon unceremoniously dumped on the floor as he pushed her down, his lips again on hers.

She opened her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the darkness outside. She was still wrapped in his arms as he slept peacefully. They had barely spoken since he came in, but words had been unnecessary. She could hear a phone ringing. She eased herself out of bed and pulled his shirt on before creeping out into the apartment so he wasn't disturbed.

The phone was hers, it stopped ringing as she picked it up. She sighed as she noted the caller ID. She hit the speed dial on her phone and spoke for a moment to the person on the other end. Sometimes their jobs sucked. Dinner would have to wait, a shower and change of clothes would be necessary before she could leave the apartment. As she turned to go to the bedroom a pair of strong arms enveloped her and she caught her breath.

"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured in her ear, "I thought you'd left me already."

"Never voluntarily, but I am on call, ... I'll be back as soon as I can." She mumbled into his chest, savouring the moment, before pulling away and resuming her path to the bedroom. His eyes ran over her body as she walked away, he had to use all his reserves of self control not to follow her and take her back to bed, he wondered if she knew how much of a turn on it was when she wore his shirts.

He was on the couch watching a game when she reappeared, now dressed in suitable work clothes, her hair hanging damp around her shoulders. He watched as she clipped her gun and badge to her belt. Then she took her jacket from the back of the couch and leaned over and kissed him before leaving.

He heard the door close and wondered how long before she would get back. He was looking forward to the next few days, they were supposed to have the weekend off, the first days together in several weeks. They'd both managed to move into the apartment over the last few days during their off time, but they hadn't had time to unpack and they had been like passing ships while their shifts were different. He pushed himself off the couch and went to the bedroom, he was pleased with what she had done earlier, they had decided that the kitchen and bedroom should take priority for unpacking so they had a place to sleep and eat. Well they'd slept, now he needed to eat, so after a quick shower he was in the kitchen unpacking the boxes which he had prevented her from doing earlier.

She arrived at the scene and ducked under the tape before talking to the officers present. A few moments later she was joined by Stella Bonasera.

"Hey! How's the new apartment? Have you unpacked yet?" asked Stella.

"Place looks just like this but without the blood" She replied. Stella looked around the scene, they were in an apartment which was full of boxes, some full, some empty, various items were scattered around the room, looked like the occupant was either preparing to move out or had just moved in.

She looked at Stella and rattled off the information the officers had given her a few moments before. "Jason Crowe, 35, signed the lease last week. Moved in yesterday, neighbours reported a disturbance around 2 hours ago. Super reported it when a cat was found in the hall covered in blood."