A/N: The idea isn't mine, just reiterating, neither are the characters but the story is all mine! I would love reviews. This will be a multi chaptered fic, but I'm still working logistics and story lines so it might be more of a post a chapter once a week or week and a half kind of thing. I do hope you all enjoy.

But I thought I was a dog person… Elizabeth Keen thought to herself as she forked more of her Chinese takeout. She idly watched the grey tabby as it watched her. The day had been fairly normal. Well as fairly normal as a criminal profiler as she was working with the FBI's number four most wanted criminal. Her thoughts mulled over that again and again.

Red had come to her that morning with another blacklister…

He's positively despicable Lizzie, I'm telling you, this man needs to be taken out, now, before he can traffic any more children to the various perverts around the world.

And what makes him a blacklister Red? Despicable he is, I can tell that, but you know how we operate.

Oh Lizzie, he's much more than a trafficker. He sells these children to men, and women, around the world, some in very high places within their governments. Exploits their weakness, gathers intel… Red trailed off.

She'd cocked a brow at that. What kind of man traffics children to begin with? But what's worse, what man uses those children as spies, disregarding any sense of humanity within himself, exploiting the children and then killing them when their usefulness faded. Killing them just to kill them when he was angry…yes she was glad they'd managed to track and kill that blacklister.

She sighed, finish her carton of lo mein and throwing the empty box away. She was sore from the running and the gunfights from earlier that afternoon and when she'd arrived home wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bathtub with a glass of wine and perhaps a forbidden peak into the side of her brain that was reserved for Red and the many feelings and things she thought about him. Maybe.

But the cat….she'd gotten home and the cat had been there. Just sitting in front of her apartment door, soulful green eyes flicking about. She didn't know what exactly had possessed her to take him inside. She was a dog person after all. Maybe it was the way it looked at her, as if all it wanted was her affection. Maybe it was the way she'd been lonely, wanting another pet after the fucked up reality her life had become, though she loved her fucked up reality dearly. In any case, she'd bent down, scratching behind the tabby's ears and neck, causing the animal to purr deeply in its throat.

And now she was here, watching this strange cat in her modest apartment.

"Tolliver!" she snapped her fingers, staring at the cat. It cocked its head as if confused and she smiled. "A unique and strange name for a unique and strange cat," she muttered and padded through the apartment to her bedroom with her wine, Tolliver on her heels.

Strange indeed, Tolliver truly was. He'd paced around slowly through the house, as if looking, assessing checking, but cats didn't do that, did they? Lizzie had merely watched him as he checked everything, chalking it up to curiosity of a new environment. After assessing the apartment, Tolliver had padded back into the living room, dining room area and sat on the top of the couch, watching her. His tail swished slowly from side to side and he occasionally meowed. A deeper meow than she'd ever really heard on an animal, but she assumed it was due to his also slightly larger than a normal tabby size.

As Lizzie ran a bath, she occasionally threw glances at the tabby, who had settled himself on her bed. She felt uneasy and oddly comfortable with the animal. As if he was some long lost pet come back. What an interesting feeling it was as well.

"So, Tolliver, do you have a home little guy?" she talked at him easily, pulling a robe from her closet to put on after her bath. Tolliver's whiskers twitched as if in a feline grin and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I bet you do, as big a boy as you are," she murmured, thinking maybe she should post flyers. Tolliver meowed loudly, as if reading her thoughts and she shook her head.

"Stop reading my face, that's rude Tolly," she smiled at herself and rubbed the tabby's back a few minutes before remembering her bath. "I'll be back in a bit, try not to destroy anything." And with that she disappeared to the bathroom, intent on that bath and glass of wine waiting for her. She mentally made a list of all the things she'd need to pick up tomorrow if she was going to indeed keep the animal.

Tolliver waited patiently, never moving from his spot on the bed. Some hour and a half later, Lizzie emerged, bath robe on and much more relaxed than when she went in. she talked and talked at him, about anything and everything but avoiding certain aspects of work as if she were weary of the animal.

As if she knew, but that thought was banished when she began speaking of Red. Of him.

"Tolly it's odd, it really is," she continued, pulling out a baby tee from the closet before moving to her dresser. "He gets under my skin, every inch of it. He's annoying and rude at times and conceited as if he owns the world, and I suppose in a way he does…" Oh if you only knew…

"But he's charming as well…he has a way with words, spinning them in that voice of his, deep and inflected at just the right moments to really make a story fly." She said, almost wistfully. She shook her head of her thoughts, she sounded like a lovesick schoolgirl for crying out loud!

"Anyway, the man is something else, strange and unique, like you," she murmured dropping her robe and quickly dressing. Tolliver merely watched her, his green eyes sharp and clear. Intelligent.

Lizzie tossed the robe to a chair in the corner of her room before drawing the blinds shut. The moon was bright, and though beautiful she preferred to sleep in the dark. And not to be awakened prematurely by the sunlight in the morning hours. Lizzie crawled into bed, her thoughts continuing to wander to the man that usually so occupied her thoughts, her eyes watching the tabby she'd decided to keep.

"Goodnight Tolly…" she murmured, quickly falling to exhaustion. In moments she was asleep, those green eyes watching her closely…

She had to be dreaming, that's all she could think. The world around her was hazy as she lulled about. A smooth silvery glow kept beating against her closed eyelids, what was it? She cracked an eye open and gasped. She was facing her window and a man, a very naked, very aroused man stood there, twiddling the blind string between his forefinger and thumb. He'd opened the blinds, allowing the silky moonlight to filter into her bedroom. It bathed the room and herself in its glow. The man was still in the shadows next to the window.

"Who…how, what?" she murmured, adrenaline streaming through her body. Slowly, the man turned his head, a feline smile and a head tilt telling her immediately who it was.

"Red how in the hell?" she sat up, but she felt sluggish, as she usually did in her dreams. He made a noise in the back of his throat, a cross between a purr and a chuckle. He stepped forward slowly, the moonlight casting half of him in shadow but she saw enough. What a beautiful sight he was to her and she allowed her arousal to seep warmly through her body. He had thick hair across his chest and stomach and he was tone. He didn't have the lined physique a younger man did. But his masculine body, muscles honed form years of hard work and training while on the run were infinitely more attractive to her than a gym rats pumped muscles. His erection, proud and thick jutted from his hips, his manhood hanging heavily beneath.

She felt a soft breeze and looked down, the comforter was gone and so were her clothes. She looked up quickly, as quickly as her sluggish muscles would allow and Red was standing beside the foot of the bed. Those green eyes glinting in the moonlight, almost…almost glowing.

He took a deep breath, watching her, sliding a knee on the bed. She watched his physique, his erection bobbing unashamedly in his want. His hand, so very hot to the touch, on her calf made her take a sharp breath. Arousal swept hard and fast through her body, starting with his hand and ending with it as well. She could feel her nipples swell with her desire, almost painful in their need to be touched. To be suckled by this man and she moaned at the sweet agonizing pleasure of it. She would have been embarrassed if it weren't for his appreciative hum as he slid further onto the bed.

Her electric blue eyes watched his body crawl slowly up the bed, he bent his head to her calf and she moaned loudly when his lips connected, his other hand ventured to her other calf. And it was as if she were under water and everything was slowed down. The pleasure she felt was like hot prickles all along her skin and she felt like she was already so close and he had yet to touch her properly.

Intimately.

The moon played across his tawny skin, just as his lips played up her leg slowly. She groaned and tried to move her hands to his head but they wouldn't budge. Each time he moved closer to her soaked center, a hot spike of arousal shot through her body. Each time he would let it almost flow away and then he'd kiss her again, higher on her leg, hotter and more intense.

"Red, how…Red…" she moaned incoherently, desperately wishing he would hurry up. She looked down, startled to see his green eyes staring hungrily at her, hovering above her womanhood. Slowly, his head lowered, she could feel the heat from his face on her spread and soaked lips. Lower still, his breath fanned across her sensitive body, so close, she could feel the moistness of his tongue, not quite touching her as he licked his lips—

BEEZZZ BEEZZZ BEEZZZ

Lizzie jerked awake, her breath heaving from her body, drenched in sweat. She groaned involuntarily at the heavy ache between her legs. She cursed her alarm clock every which way from Sunday she could manage, pressing her thighs together. She was so close, he had been so close. Her face flamed scarlet as her dream flooded her brain, circling and circling around and around.

"Oh what the hell was that about?" she moaned, heaving herself to a sitting position and almost fell to the floor when she noticed Tolliver sitting at the foot of the bed, green eyes on her. She'd completely forgotten the animal in her state. With a groan of aggravation, she had no idea how in the hell she was supposed to face Red today, she stood and was about to head to the bathroom when Tolliver began meowing loudly and consistently, pacing from her back to her bedroom door. With a sigh she followed him all the way to the front door where he pawed and meowed more. She let him out, watching him trot quickly down the walkway and around the corner at the stairs. She shrugged, assuming he'd be back again later. Cats did that kind of thing right? She didn't have time to worry about it.

Twenty minutes later she was on the way to the Post Office, dreading the day, the dull ache still deep inside her no matter how she tried to assuage it earlier in the shower. Today was just going to be fun….