Okay, here goes. I tried really hard on this one, so comment. Constructive criticism is WONDERFUL and I like to edit, so take your best shot **puts up bulls'-eye**

(Autopsy)

I felt Jimmy's hands knot into my long dark brown hair; I felt his lips whisper as they grazed the bottom of my earlobe, searching for my neck. I felt his body close to mine. I felt… like we were going to be caught. I shuddered as he pushed against me, gently letting my back hit the wall behind me. My back arched as he rested his forehead on my shoulder.

"Aw, good God, Jimmy. What would your mother say?" my sad attempt at humor was futile. I wasn't that funny, but he chuckled to make me feel good. My breath was catching in my throat.

"Emma, there's nothing wrong about kissing my girlfriend," he pushed his lips against mine again and my brain got all fuzzy. Nothing was clear. I closed my eyes lightly, better. I let a small sigh escape. Was that really it? A kiss? There was no word for this perfection. I would have to settle for mere kiss.

Jimmy Palmer. Twenty seven. He was perfect for me in every way. He was young. He was smart. No, he was outright brilliant. He was funny (sometimes) and he was sweet. He was kind and caring and considerate and he loved me. I loved him. He was a little nerdy, but I liked that in a guy, he was secure in himself and not self-centered or conceited and was loose and easy going. He was amazing in every sense of the world. Well, that's him.

Now me.

Emma Tyler. Twenty three. Dark brown curls. Blue eyes. Fairly pretty. Young. Naïve. Loved. Friendly. I smile. A lot. I follow my own rules. Screw yours. I am strong headed. I am smart. I am a junior a junior at Georgetown in DC. I spend time with my very own Autopsy Gremlin, my very own Jimmy.

Jimmy froze as the autopsy doors whooshed open.

"Crap. Doctor Mallard's back."

"It's okay, he likes me, I think."

"He likes everyone, Em."

"Perfect."

"For who?"

"Me. And you." I let my thighs tense, relaxing the rest of me. He chuckled, whispering to me.

"Yeah, how's that? How's it great for me?"

"Ouch, Jim, that hurts," I joked, "Well, first off, it's not like you're making out with his daughter or someone he doesn't like. You'd get in one hell of a lot more trouble for that." I raked my hair back into a ponytail. "Two, you get me. And I think I'm pretty okay."

"I think you're more than pretty okay."

"Well, that's just dandy. I think you're okay, too." He pushed his lips to mine again. The doors whooshed again, and he poked his head out. It looked empty. He let me out first before following close. I started my dash out before doctor Mallard came towards me, his nose in a case file. I didn't see him in time.

"Oops, sorry, doctor! I didn't see you!" papers coated the floor and an annoyed look passed over the doctor's face.

"It's okay, Emma, dear. Would you mind helping an old man collect his dropped papers?"

"Of course, doctor. I'm sure Mr. Palmer will be eager to help, as well," I smiled slyly as I looked over at Jimmy. "Come help me, Jimmy." He rolled his eyes and his sea green scrubs swished as he bent down beside me. We gathered them quickly before slipped away to Abby's lab.

(Abby's Lab)

Abby Scuito, forensic scientist extraordinaire. Full of contradictions. My best friend. Oblivious to my relationship with Jimmy. I strode into her lab with a smile, as always.

"Hey, Abby!" She looked up from her computer and beamed at the sound of my voice.

"Emma! Hey!" she ran over to me and I looked up at her. Whoa. Abigail Scuito was not short. Or average. She was tall. Her 5'10" dwarfed my 5'6'', but then her 3" black platform boots made me look like a smirf, minus the blue complexion. Her arms were around me then, squeezing the life from me. Apparently she wanted to send me back to Palmer and the doctor. See? I am just not funny. I looked up at her and my face grew solemn.

"Abby, what do you think of Jimmy?" I walked about, circling her metal table as her eyebrows knit tightly together.

"Jimmy Palmer?" I nodded. "He's a good kid, I like him and he's nice. Why?"

"Well… I'm seeing him. But don't tell anyone! Please, Abs, please don't tell!"

"Okay, I won't! Everyone would be happy for you guys, but hey, whatever floats your boat."

"Thank you. In other news," we laughed at one of those things I say. You know how people coin certain phrases? Well, that's mine, "I'm getting a dog. My land lord said it was okay!" I smiled wide and bright. She clapped and jumped. She loved dogs and she knew I did, too. That's one of my favorite things about her—the fact that she was always so exuberant, that she was always happy for everyone.

"When are you getting it?" I could hear the excitement in her voice, just a little bit higher than usual, a little shaky, an obvious smile.

"I was thinking later today, like after you get out because I want you to come with me." I knew it would make her happy. She was my very best friend.

"Awesome!" the doors to her lab opened up, revealing a frazzled Jimmy with a Petri dish in his hands.

"Are you okay, Jimmy?" I asked. He was usually so cool and calm.

"Yeah, it's fine. The doctor wasn't happy, though. He said 'Mr. Palmer, I am very disappointed in you. This is a place of work and you should not be with that girl here, no matter how nice she is, you are here to work and not here to be with her.' I must have looked like a deer in headlights, because he laughed and put a hand on my shoulder and said 'back to work, Mr. Palmer.' Oh, Abby, he sent a tissue sample to see if we can get a positive ID." He handed her the dish. And looked longingly over at me. We were always right next to each other except for when he was at work. I knew what he was feeling, I was feeling the exact same way. I wanted to be next to him, touching his in one way or another. Hand to hand, shoulder to shoulder, lips to lips… the raw animal instinct was killing me…

"I told her, she knows, Jimmy." He sighed.

"Thank god." He rushed over to me and gave me a hug. I could feel the tension melt from his body and from the room. The need made Abby laugh as though we were being overdramatic.

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble," I whispered.

"Nah, it's fine." He paused and grinned. "It was worth it."

"Aw, come on! Ew! No, no, no! Come on…" we laughed. I gave him a quick kiss and pulled away slightly.

"Oh, I didn't tell you," I said to my boyfriend of two months, "I'm getting a puppy. I think either a German or Aussie shepherd." He smiled and nodded. He had nothing against dogs, but they kind of scared him, especially big ones. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I looked over to Abby and said,

"Abs, I'm going up to the squad room to say hi to Ziva and McGee and Gibbs and…" I snarled the last name, "DiNozzo."