The clock was nearing three in the afternoon when Wendy glanced over to gather up the information it had to offer. It was tough working the graveyard shift in the second most busiest Crime Labs in the country, but being able to take on the challenges night after night with someone in your corner, on your side, made it that much easier to tolerate. She gently rested her head back down on the peaceful and sleeping trace techs chest, resulting in a slight movement from him, sub-consciously pulling her body closer to his. They'd been together nearing nine months now and after the fifth, David surprised Wendy as well as himself, by asking her to move in with him. Of course, without second thoughts, Wendy had agreed, bidding her good friend, co-worker and roommate, Mandy Webster fear well.

Wendy had to giggle over Mandy's reaction when she first found out about her relationship with David Hodges. She didn't seem to be thrilled and thought Wendy could have done a hell of a lot better, but the couple proved her wrong. Mandy was now singing a different tune, excited that he'd actually taken the next step in asking Wendy to move in. But then, if you knew him and his socially inept ways, you'd be excited too. She could remember Mandy saying; "Our little Davy Hodges from trace? Taking the next step and asking you to move in with him? He must really be into you Wendy to make such a request. Go for it! But just to let you know ,you'll always have a place here should things not work out." Now here she laid, four months after the move, happy and content in the arms of the older man.

She had managed to work her style into his bland apartment over the past four months, knowing that even though he didn't make his opinions on the decor vocal, he kind of liked it. I mean, if he hated it, and really hated it, he would of spoken up and said something about it by now, because anyone who knew David Hodges, knew he was very blunt and didn't care what was said and to who. He was one of those people that tend to speak aloud before thinking of the consequences, but if anything needed to be voiced, you were almost certain he'd step up to the plate and deliver! Unless it came to his own personal emotions or demons. Wendy knew this from personal experience and unfortunately knew it all to well, but in all, was impressed that the egotistical, smartass of a technician, who'd outright deny any allegations of his attitude adjustment, would now catch himself most times before saying something ridiculously stupid. Well at least in her presence anyway.

There was one thing that played on the young DNA's mind though, as she cuddled into the male lying next to her, and that was his hatred toward his past, toward Los Angeles. Every time Wendy brought it up in conversation, whether on purpose or by accident, she could see the pain engulf his green, seductive eyes. This, in turn, would pain her, especially when she had no intention. He'd drift into his own inner world, and would become silent and distant, even though she'd be calling his name. Wendy knew there had to be more to the story than his superiors and him butting heads, that he had an attitude. Hell, he had attitude as big as life in Vegas, but it didn't force him into transferring. Wendy had hoped that she had played a small part in keeping him grounded here and quickly decided to shake her mind of those thoughts, as he rolled onto his side to face her. Believe it or not, she had a good thing happening here with a man everyone else seemed to have given up on.

Wendy shifted her thoughts to her family as she studied the greying temples, the receding hairline and aging expression of the sleeping technician. What would her folks think, if they knew she was seriously involved with a man seven years older then her. Not that she really cared, because David made her happy, but she could almost hear them now. 'How come you can't find someone your own age? Why must you insist on seeing older men?' Just the mere thoughts made her quiver. She decided the best way to rid such thoughts was to tip her head upward, and press her warm moist lips to his.

It took just mere seconds before the man responded, sliding his hand down around her waist, allowing it navigate over her silky smooth skin, to the small of her back. Without bothering to open his eyes, he pulled her body to his, smiling into their kiss. David let out a content sigh as he rested his forehead against hers. "What did I do to deserve this amazing wake-up call?"

She watched as he opened his eyes, already trained in on hers, bringing a smile to her face that was difficult to shake. Not that she really intended on trying to get rid of it, mind you, it was just between the two of them, but being anywhere but where they were, she'd look like the cat that just swallowed the canary! She shrugged, not really having an answer to his question. "Do you need a reason?" Wendy asked innocently enough, tracing a couple of fingers along his lips, then moved them down over his chin. She allowed them to graze through the light hairs of his chest, before moving, furthering them downward.

His initial reaction to where her hand was now placed resulted in a raised eyebrow and smug look as he studied her brown eyes intensely, trying to figure out what she was up to. He quickly gave up, with the decision to just roll her over onto her back, and within seconds, he was looking down at her and grinned at the 'caught by surprise' expression painted across her face. He leaned down placing his lips to hers, and kissed her with the passion he had the first time their lips touched, resting his hand along the top of her pelvic bone.

Wendy willingly accepted the advancements of the older male, directing her own hands and arms across his chest, up under the biceps of his arms and nestled them gracefully against the backs of his shoulders, giving her a firm grip to hold onto. She felt his lips venture away from her mouth until they came in contact with the lobe of her left ear, then down to her neck. The friction between their bodies became hot and breathing became heavy as she ever so desperately wanted him inside of her and he knew it.

David ignored the ringing of his cell phone sitting on the night stand next to the bed, as he slowly allowed himself to penetrate the body of the vigorous young DNA tech, lying underneath him. He ignored it a second time, as he made love to her, but by the third time, with Wendy now sitting on top of him, he was beginning to lose his concentration and even she could sense it was distracting him.

With half a mind to tell off the caller on the other end, Wendy reached over to snatch up the phone and answer it. "Hello!" She said with authority and annoyance, as David continued to work himself inside of her.

"I'd like to speak with David please!" The female voice on the other end of the phone insisted.

Wendy stopped what she was doing, not recognizing the voice, and looked down at the man she was straddling. A blank stare brushed across her face as she continued to look at him. "Is this important? He's kind of busy at the moment!"

"Not that it's any of your concern, but yes, it's very important!"

Wendy dropped the phone onto David's chest, making a thud like sound, then proceeded to climb down off of him, avoiding his inquisitive and frustrated stare. He picked the phone up off his body, and placed it to his ear. "Hello?"

David quickly sat up as he heard the familiar voice on the other end. "I thought I told you never to call me on my work cellular!" He mouthed into the phone, as he stood up, looking for a pair of boxers. "You're where?" Panic began to rush over him as he found a clean pair, pulling them up around his hips as he walked over to the window, pushing the curtains apart several inches to see into the parking lot. "What the fuck..? Are you serious?" He looked over toward the bed and at a bothered Wendy, and took a deep breath before walking out of the bedroom, leaving Wendy with about a million unanswered questions, racing through her mind all at one time.

Suddenly she felt scared and all alone. Like she suddenly didn't know the man she was living and sleeping with. Obviously, this woman, was someone he knew and must've known well, for him to just up and desert her like he did. Wendy tried to keep a brave face, as she could hear him out in the other room, still on the phone. It sounded like he was arguing but she couldn't pick out what he was saying, and as much as she wanted to know what was going on, a part of her didn't.

Enough was enough, she thought after several minutes, deciding to get up, dress and head out into the kitchen for a bite to eat. Wendy didn't care if she'd be interrupting David or not, the apartment was hers now, just as much as it was his and she had every right to do whatever and go where ever she pleased, so she did just that!

David was just hanging up the phone when Wendy appeared around the corner from the hall. He had that distant look in his eyes, the same look when the topic of LA came up between the two. Wendy was smart and observant enough to recognize that look. Something was going on, which was obvious, seeing he just received a phone call. She almost felt bad, wanting to run to his side and console him, but knew that wasn't the answer at that moment.

David looked up and studied the young lady that stood in front of him for several moments before he opened his mouth. "Wendy?" His voice was quiet as he continued to study her body language. "Um.. we need to talk." He reached up to rub the back of his neck, a sure sign of something troubling him.