Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot which popped into my head around 4 am this morning.

He knew he only had a 5 minute window to find what he was looking for and get out before she came back. What he did not expect was to find things that she had purposefully hidden from him.

He should have known with as many clues and hints she dropped on a regular bases, hell the tension between them could only be called sexual and was poked fun at many times by his best friend, but he always brushed it off.

While ruffling though her bedside table, he didn't know what prompt him to pull at a string stuck to the bottom, but was shocked when it pulled the bottom up with it.

'Now why does she have a false bottom in this table? He wondered silently to himself before perusing the contents further.

Yes, she had dropped many hints, so what he found should have been no surprise and yet it still was.

There were three items in the drawer under the false bottom, and each gave him a further look into what was going through her head regarding him.

First and directly on top, was a set of his pictures, all of them he was wearing his sports jersey, the school name embezzled on the front and he knew his own name and number on the back.

Second, was a video tape, perfectly labeled in her hand writing as 'Shower Out-Takes'. He had seen the video only once before and knew why she would keep it with his photos. For her Sociology class last semester her teacher had wanted the class to video tape a normal day at home. As she was coming down the hall, her green camera attached firmly to her hand as she recorded the various things in the house, he had walked out of the bathroom, no towel and flag raised high and proud. He hadn't known she was home nor did she know he was there. Apparently there were more things on the video, but that was the scene that stayed firmly planted in his mind. Even recalling it caused a twitch in his boxers as he remembered the look he had seen in her eyes, one that was filled with lust instead of the disgust he was used to.

Shaking his head trying to dispel the thoughts from continuing he looked at the last item and had to stumble back a bit away from the drawer. At the very bottom was a dildo, the same color as his jersey, and by the look of it, it matched his own members length and girth. With that final thing it all clicked into place. He was still reeling from what he had discovered that he never heard the bedroom door close or the light tapping of a foot on carpet.

"What are you doing?"

An innocent enough question that snapped him out of his train of thought and brought him back to reality.

"I…I was…"

"You were just invading my privacy."

There was a dark look in her eyes as she crossed the room towards him. He saw her fear and anger at what he had chanced upon, but under them he also saw the lust that he had seen before just a few months prior.

"Well…What do you have to say for yourself?"

Instead of trying to lie his way out of it, he just crossed the room towards her and the door. Reaching for the doorknob, he grasped the handle and muttered, "I'm sorry Casey."

(AN: Sorry for the cliff hanger. Depending on the reviews I may make this a two-shot instead of a one-shot. Hoped you liked it. R & R please. ^^ )