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A/N: Inspired by yesterday's rain.

He never liked the rain. It's cold and wet, and it washes away evidence.

Of course, this was before the sudden summer storm forced him to huddle under a very small, pink umbrella with a soaked Sara Sidle. Her wet t-shirt clings to her skin, and she shivers. Although he enjoys the sight, he wishes he had a coat to offer her.

They are so close that he can smell the heavenly fragrances of her hair and skin, and when she turns to check if their ride has arrived, her breasts brush against his arm.

Damn, he loves the rain.

A/N: I know it's just a drabble, but please leave me a review anyway. :)