Ava turned around, so she was facing him, and raised an eyebrow. "Well actually, I was going to dry myself and just relax," she teased. "But I guess I can stay a bit longer."

Victor gave a slight grin. "It's only fair that you help me out. After all, who was it that helped get those evil bubbles off you?"

Ava jokingly groaned and rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said, as she repositioned herself, so he was now under the shower.

Victor chuckled. "Oh don't look so disheartened. It could be worse. I could suddenly morph into Davy Jones complete with beard," he told her with a straight face. "And then you'd be in trouble."

Ava laughed a bit at that. "No, you wouldn't," she told him. "Now shut up and let me do my job," she said, as she started to slowly rub his chest, the bubbles starting to wash off.

"Oh so this is just a job for you now?" he teased her. Finally as the last of the body-wash was off him, he turned off the shower and climbed out. Finding the fluffiest towel that had been warming on the heated towel rack, he went back to her, wrapped her in it and picked her up around the waist, lifting her out.

She was a bit surprised when he picked her up, as she hadn't expected that. "Victor!" she giggled, relaxing in the warmth of the big, fluffy towel.

Victor grinned, setting her down on the floor and placing a kiss on her forehead. "My lady doth protest too much. I know you enjoyed that..."

She giggled again, leaving her body relax on the floor. "I would be a liar to say that I didn't," she smiled, looking into his eyes.

"You're many things, but not that," Victor agreed, looking back into her eyes.

She smiled up at him, wrapping the warm, fluffy towel, closer around her body.

Victor couldn't help but smile. "Naww, you look adorable," he told her sweetly.

She gave him a wide smile and an innocent expression. "Aww, I know," she joked, same sweetly.

"And modest too," he teased, reaching over and ruffling her hair before grabbing a towel himself.

She giggled at that. "Heey!" she whimpered like a kid when he ruffled her hair. Then, as he left to grab a towel, she straightened her back, so she was sitting on her butt, on the floor. "Great job, now let me just lay here..." she complained jokingly, passing a hand through her wet hair.

Victor gave a chuckle at her childish whimper. "Wow, so you're trained too?" he teased. "Good Ava, sit. Now stay. Good girl," he laughed as he wrapped the towel around his lower half.

Ava got up, wrapping the towel closer around her body. She went up to him and punched his shoulder. "You're such a dufus!" she whimpered again, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I may be a dufus, but I'll eat your soul!" he told her, saying the last part jokingly demonically.

She chuckled and punched his arm again, for ruining the cute moment.

Victor laughed, grabbing her playfully and pulling her close. "It's not nice to hit your doctor, Miss Smith. I'll sue. Sue for police brutality," he rambled on jokingly, doing a fake evil laugh.

"Well, it's not nice to mock a police officer," she said, raising an eyebrow. She playfully tried to get away from him, but he kept holding her close.

"True, but it's not like there's a law against that, is there," he teased back then paused. "Is there?"

Ava laughed a bit at that. "No, it's not," she said. "Luckily for you." Then, she pulled away from him and turned around, adjusting the warm, fluffy towel around her body.

"Yeah but even if you decided to sue me, I know that all CSIs hate lawyers. So you'd refuse to have one and I wouldn't care, and so we'd win the case," he teased her.

She rolled her eyes, without turning around to face him. "I would represent myself at trial and I would still win," she teased back with a smirk.