Alright, so I dont own the show or the characters. And hopefully soon, Zoe and Mike will hurry up and get together on the show, and the relationship won't be my idea anymore.

Regardless, this is my second fic. So reviews would be great! But dont be too horrible. At least I tried! And this started off as a piece of fluff about not being able to tell someone you love them. But its going to evolve into something a lot bigger. First scene basically just sets it up. Enjoy!

Mike smiled contently as his hands rustled through Zoe's golden hair, her head resting on his chest. This was a new concept to Mike. After all, most of his mornings were spent attempting to push out the door whichever female floozy he had picked up the night before with a myriad of overused excuses and a final 'I'll call you tomorrow.' Now he found that mornings could be almost as enjoyable as the night before. He had been trying to get Zoe into bed for at least a year now, perhaps not trying, simply dreaming. Nevertheless, he needed to keep his thoughts at bay. This wasn't love, it was one night. Just like every other time with every other woman. They'd even decided upon this before they hopped into bed. Zoe was lonely, Mike was lonely. She hadn't had sex since Sean, he hadn't since- well he was sure to lie about that, mentioning Cate would be a slight mood killer. And, probably not thinking straight, they decided they could comfort each other for just one night. Mike had to admit he was shocked when Zoe suggested the idea, he supposed she must have forgotten that only a year ago he'd confessed his feelings to her, and she'd shut him down. As though she could read Mike's thought pattern, Zoe's eyes fluttered open. She lifted her head off his chest and dropped it back onto her pillow, yawning 'Good morning' as she did so. Mike mumbled the same back and turned over onto his side, his face just inches away from Zoe's. She looked stunning in the morning, so stunning Mike wanted to marry her, start a family and grow old together. The moment the thought had been entertained in his head, Mike gave himself a mental slap. He couldn't possible be thinking of marriage or starting a family, and he was already practically old! Mike realised he had been staring at Zoe, and, although he continued staring, muttered 'Sorry.' Zoe simply laughed and flashed a smile. The grin, Mike's favourite, was enough to send him over the edge and he, not thinking, whispered 'I'm glad we did this. I- love you.' As he felt the words escaping Mike could see Zoe's grin fade to a horrified exclamation. She sat bolt up right in bed and turned to Mike, 'What?' she asked.

'Nothing, nothing. I don't know why I said that, I meant I love this, not- not you,' Mike stumbled whilst Zoe rose from the bed and, picking up her dress on the way out, walked into the bathroom, dragging the sheets with her.

She slipped the dress over her head and quickly fixed her make up in the mirror, 'It's already ten, I need to get going. I have work,' Zoe lied under her breath.

'I thought you started at seven tonight?' asked Mike as his dream paced out of the room, bag in tow.

'I have paperwork,' snapped Zoe.

'You- you don't want breakfast?'

'It's fine, I'm not hungry. I guess I'll see you at work,' and without waiting for a reply, Zoe paced down the hallway and exited through the front door, slamming it behind her, leaving Mike staring into the distance, knowing full well she had just done to him what he had done to so many women before.

P.s. Next chapter might be up late tonight, early tomorrow morning! Review please!