Maggie pulled her dark blue Jeep Wrangler into the Lowe's parking lot next to a grey Ford 250 pickup and turned the engine off. She smiled at the familiar blue letters up on the sign. Most of the women she knew believed Lowe's to be the man store, but not Maggie. She was always finding something to fix or improve around her house. It was in her blood and she wouldn't change it for a thing. She loved going to Victoria's Secret for something sext and Ulta for bubble baths and lotions, and she loved a good mani/pedi, but knowing she could fix anything in her house on her own made her very happy.

Stepping out of the Jeep and pressing the alarm button, Maggie walked across the pavement to the sliding double doors, her handy list in her hand to tell her what she needed. The doors opened and she was greeted by the familiar scents of lumber and potting soils – along with whatever else made up that scent. On Maggie's list today was the master bathroom. While the house she had bought in the suburbs of Washington DC was a nice house with good bones, Maggie wanted to tear apart almost every room and re-do it. Today she was picking up the fixtures for the shower. She looked down the plumbing aisle and the only person there was another customer looking at copper piping. Just like back home at the Lowe's in Woburn, Maggie couldn't find an employee to help her on this busy Saturday morning. Sighing, Maggie walked over towards the Moen showerhead that she needed and tried to reach it. Even standing on her tip toes, she couldn't reach it.

"Friggin figures." She muttered to herself cursing her 5'3" height not helping her to reach the shelf. She moved her feet to step up on what she thought was the lower shelf to give her a little more height and leverage to reach what she wanted. Her fingers just touched the edge of the box and she stretched to get a better hold on the corner of the box.

Gibbs caught sight of the woman near him as he looked up from the length of copper pipe he was holding. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she stretched up to reach the box on the shelf. He watched as she stretched up to reach the shelf, her red hair pulled back into a pony tail which swung down over her shoulder as she reached up for the designer showerhead.

He smirked when he thought of people who paid for all the fancy add-ons in bathroom. You just need a working shower head in a normal tub, not a whirlpool bath or fancy jets to get the job done. He looked over at her again while her back was turned to him. She was on the shorter side, he guessed she would probably just come up above her shoulder, and her hair was the color red that couldn't be found in a salon, similar to what Shannon's had been. The woman had on a pair of work boots that had paint splatters on them, just as the well-worn jeans she was wearing that hugged her backside in just the right way. Realizing where his brain was leading his traitorous body, Gibbs looked back down at the pipe in his hand, he smirked; Ducky would have a field day with this scenario. But when things hadn't worked out with Samantha Ryan, he'd decided that enough was enough. He'd had his moment in the sun with love and 3 failed divorces were enough to tell him he wasn't meant to find anyone else and turned his attention back to the pipes and fittings in front of him.

"Just. A. Little. More." Maggie closed her eyes and reached as high as she could, but her footing slipped and she lost her balance.

Gibbs heard the sound of something falling and then the woman gasp. He looked up just as she was losing her balance. He dropped the copper pipe with a clang and rushed over to grab the falling woman under the arms just as she began to fall.

"You okay?" he asked as he turned her around to make sure she hadn't hurt herself.

Maggie looked up at her rescuer. She felt her cheeks turning red with embarrassment about falling, but now they were turning a deeper red as she looked up into the most amazing blue eyes she'd ever seen. When she didn't answer right away, the man's eyes widen a little in question and Maggie shook her head.

"You aren't okay?" he asked again.

Maggie shook her head again. "No, I'm fine." She covered. "I just feel stupid."

The man with the amazing eyes gave her a half smile that made her blush even harder.

"They do have people that can help you reach things." He told her.

Maggie smiled back at him. "Yeah, I know, but they never seem to be around."

Gibbs noticed her Boston accent right away in the way 'never' came out as 'nevah'

"Nope, they don't. Guess it's a good thing I was though." He smiled at her.

Maggie realized that the man was still holding on to one of her arms and looked down at his hand and Gibbs realized he was still holding on to the woman's arm and let go.

"Do you need me to get that for you?" Gibbs asked seeing that the woman hadn't managed to get the shower head she'd wanted.

"Yeah, sure that'd be great." Maggie stepped to move out of the way and stepped right into the man as he moved forward. Her face pressed up quickly into his chest and she noticed that the sweatshirt he had on smelled like sawdust and Maggie loved the smell of sawdust.

They both smiled and stepped back giving each other some room. Gibbs reached up and grabbed the box that the woman was trying to reach and brought it down to her.

"Here ya go." He smiled. He was caught momentarily by the sea green color of her eyes. He started to hand her the box and then pulled it back when she took it. "I'm Jethro by the way."

Maggie had her hand on the box and gave it a little tug. "Well thank you for saving my…butt Jethro." She smiled at him. "I'm Maggie. Maggie Sullivan."

"Well Maggie Sullivan." Gibbs said with a side smirk. "Are you going to need anything else from that shelf?"

God that smirk, Maggie said to herself as she turned her head to look away from him and back up at the shelf.

"No, I'm all set. I think that was all I needed from there." She told him; her inner voice was screaming to tell him she needed seventeen different things so that he wouldn't walk away.

"Okay then Maggie Sullivan." Gibbs answered as he nodded at her. He had hoped she'd say she needed him to reach for anything else, any reason to stand here a few more minutes. He'd noticed that when her blush faded she had freckles across the bridge of her nose and she smelled like she had on some kind of floral perfume.

"Thank you again, Jethro…" Maggie tipped her head when she said his name to see if he'd offer up his last name.

He smiled his crooked half smile and turned and went back to the pipe he'd dropped. Maggie watched as he bent over and noticed that the backside was almost as nice as the topside. Why was it men looked so damned good when they went grey? She realized she had been staring longer than she should have when Jethro turned and caught her staring. Quickly she turned around and walked off in the other direction.

Gibbs quirked an eyebrow when he looked up and saw Maggie had been staring at his backside. He repaid the favor by watching hers again as she walked away.

"Really." Maggie chastised herself for getting caught checking the man out. She was 45 years old, not some teenage girl drooling over the high school quarterback. She shook her head to get the images out of her head and proceeded to go pick up her tile order in that department.

Having finished getting the items he needed, Gibbs walked over to the self-check out aisle to pay for his purchases. Normally he hated this aisle, but there was only one cashier and there was a long line and an angry customer complaining loudly. He pressed the button on the screen and waited for the next instruction. He'd wished there were more cashiers and fewer computers to take care of this. No matter how hard McGee tried to bring him into this century, he'd rather not. Impatiently he tried to move the copper pipe past the scanner to get the price. He muttered a few choice words when the scanner wouldn't pick up the bar code.

"My turn to rescue you?"

Gibbs looked up to see Maggie standing there holding a box of tiles in front of her.

"Please." He smiled at her.

Maggie pushed the box of tiles with the shower head resting on top at Gibbs to hold while she took the pipe and turned it in front of the scanner. A tiny chirp emitted from the machine and showed the price on the screen. Next she did the same for the other items he was buying.

"Cash or credit?" she read the screen to him.

"Cash."

Maggie pressed the green button and stepped aside so that Gibbs could pay. She reached for the box and he shook his head. He shifted the box to his hip, reached into his pocket and pulled out the bill he needed and stuck it into the machine which promptly spit it back out. Maggie let out a quiet laugh and took the bill from him.

"Let me." She ran the bill over the side of the counter to flatten it out and inserted it into the slot. The register recognized the money and spit out the change.

"Thanks." Gibbs said as he pocketed the change. He held Maggie's box of tiles out so that she could scan her packages and waited while she completed paying for them.

"I can take them from here." She reached out for them but Gibbs held them out of her reach.

"The least I can do." He said and began walking with her to the double doors. "Where are you parked?"

"Over there, next to the grey pick up."

Maggie watched the smirk appear again.

"Next to me." He told her.

Gibbs put his purchase in the back of his truck and waited for Maggie to open the back of her Jeep Wrangler and noticed the Massachusetts plates.

"Long way from home to pick up some tiles." He commented as he placed the box in the back.

"Just moved here a few weeks ago." Maggie answered as she shut the back of the jeep. Gibbs couldn't help but look at where her shirt rode up from the back of her jeans as she reached up to close the door. He noticed a faint scar on her back and wondered what is was from.

"Work?" He asked trying to move his thoughts away from the fair skin.

"Yes and no."

"Well which is it? Yes or no?" Gibbs leaned against the back bumper of his truck.

Maggie couldn't help but be intrigued by this man leaning against his truck, arms folded across his chest. She did see that there was no wedding ring or tell-tale indentation that he'd just taken one off for a little while.

"Change of scenery." Maggie leaned against the side of her Jeep and dug her hands into her pockets.

"Work scenery?"

Maggie smiled. "I'm a teacher and a job opened up down here, so I decided to follow my son. He just got transferred to Quantico…"

"Marine or civilian?" Gibbs interrupted.

"Marine…he's working with EOD…Ex.."Maggie began to explain but Gibbs cut her off.

"Explosives huh?"

Maggie smiled at Gibbs' knowing what EOD was.

"Marine?" she smiled.

"Yes ma'am."

They stood smiling at each other for an awkward moment.

"He a Marine because of his dad?" Gibbs wanted to smack the back of his own head for asking that question.

Maggie shook her head. "No, his dad was a Boston cop."

"Was?"

"Was." Maggie began to answer when his cell phone went off.

"Yup..Gibbs."

Hmm, so that's his last name; Maggie said to herself as she watched him take a small notebook out of his back pocket and a pen to write down some information.

"I'm on my way." Gibbs ended his call and closed his phone. He tore out the sheet of paper he'd been writing on and handed it to Maggie. Scrawled in surprisingly need printing was his name and two phone numbers, one with a C for cell and one for H for home.

Maggie looked up at him questioningly from the paper.

"In case you need help with those tiles." Gibbs smiled.

Maggie reached out and grabbed the notebook and pen and gave him her phone numbers and handed the notepad back to him.

"In case you have any problems at the self check-out again."

They each got into their respective cars with Gibbs leaving first, but not before giving her a slight wave of his hand. Maggie felt the blush creep up her cheeks again. Good God what was wrong with her. She'd just picked up a guy at Lowes…she laughed as she put her car in gear….or had he picked her up?

Gibbs sat at his desk, the paper with Maggie's phone numbers written on it in his hand. He'd stuck it in his wallet when he got home from Lowe's the day before so he wouldn't lose it. He stared at it for a few minutes and wondered what he should do. She did give him her number. He did give her his numbers. Even the house number. That was a new one for him.

"Something bothering you boss?"

Gibbs looked over at McGee, whose fingers were posed over his keyboard.

"Nope." Gibbs shook his head and looked back down at the paper in his hands.

"That for the case boss?" DiNozzo chirped in from his desk. "Anything I can take care of?"

Gibbs folded the paper and put it back into his jacket pocket. He stood up and walked out of the bullpen to go down and see if Ducky had any news on the murder victim they'd just brought in.

"Take that as a no." Tony watched Gibbs walk over to the elevator. "Anyone else think Gibbs is distracted?"

Ziva looked up from her computer and watched Gibbs step into the elevator. "Looks right as pain to me."

"Rain…its right as rain." Tony corrected Ziva.

She made a dismissive gesture with her hand. "Potato /Potahto."

Gibbs stopped the elevator between floors and took the paper out again. He looked down at Maggie's phone numbers written in her neat script. He took out his phone, flipped it open and dialed the home number and then paused before pressing send. After a moment of indecision, he snapped the phone shut and turned the elevator back on. As it descended down to the basement, he reached back and smacked himself on the head. He needed a wakeup call and needed to decide whether to be alone or take a chance again. His head wanted the former but his gut…well his gut was all for the later.

Maggie stood up in the middle of her shower and stretched her back out. As much as she was going to love her new shower when it was done, right now she hated how it was making her body feel. Her lower back had a huge knot in it and her shoulders hurt from carrying the tiles up from the garage. She stepped out of the large walk in area and moved over to the cup of coffee she'd left on the window sill. She took a long sip of the hot bold liquid and closed her eyes as it warmed her body. She'd always loved her coffee extra light with lots of sugar when she was younger. Maggie smiled at the memory of her late husband James and how he would tease her when she'd get "Milk and sugar with a hint of coffee." Eventually over time, Maggie learned to like her coffee black, just like James had. While she'd experiment with different flavors and tastes, James always stuck with plain old black coffee.

Finishing her cup of coffee, Maggie walked down to the kitchen for a fresh cup before she went back to work on the shower. She put her favorite Marine Mom mug under the drip in her Keurig, popped a Pacific Island blend into the top and waited for the machine to key up to brew.

"Woof."

Maggie looked down at her roommate Freckles. She had rescued Freckles from the North Shore Animal Center. No one had wanted Freckles because she was a Pitt Bull mix; but Maggie took one look at that black and white face and knew that Freckles had a kind heart. Freckles woofed again as she sat looking up expectantly at Maggie.

"You need to go out?"

Freckles tail wagged faster on the floor and turned her head toward the kitchen door. Maggie reached down and scratched Freckles behind her crooked ear before pressing the brew button on the Keurig.

"Let's go." Maggie walked over to the door and opened it. Freckles bound out the door and into the back yard racing to her corner to find her favorite toy.

After grabbing her freshly brewed cup of coffee, Maggie walked back out onto the porch and sat down on the stairs. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the paper she'd been keeping there since the day before.

Jethro Gibbs C:202-555-0183 H:202-555-5746

Maggie had actually picked up the phone once or twice during the day to call and leave a message on his home phone. She figured if he worked during the day so she'd leave a message and see what happened next. But each time she did, she never pressed the send button on her phone. She'd felt like a teenage girl with her crushes phone number. Giddy to have it but scared to use it. Kind of like when she and James met in high school. And that is what stopped her this time. Yeah, she'd dated other men in the years since James had died, but none of them gave her the butterflies that she'd felt in her stomach when she dialed the number.

"Okay Freckles." Maggie stood up and called the dog back inside. "I have a shower head to get hooked up or there will be no showering for me."

It was late, well past 8pm and Gibbs still sat at his desk. He wasn't looking forward to take out again tonight alone and if he wanted to eat at all, he'd have to stop for milk for his cereal. He'd used the last up yesterday.

"Boss…you need anything else before I go?" McGee asked as he stood to leave.

"Yeah. A quick favor." Gibbs reached into his pocket and pulled out Maggie's phone numbers. "Can you see if you can find the street address for this number? It's a new number."

"Sure thing Boss." McGee said as Gibbs handed him the number. "I just need to access the data base."

Click Click Click

McGee typed in the phone number written next to the letter H on the paper. He noticed that the handwriting was distinctly feminine as the computer did it's magic to locate the address associated with the number.

"Is this about the case Boss?" McGee glanced slightly over his shoulder to where Gibbs was leaning behind him.

"Nope."

McGee knew not to push any further, this was obviously personal and the Boss never answered personal questions. How many years had they worked together before McGee, Tony and Ziva even knew Gibbs had a wife and daughter who had died. Hell, he knew more about Ziva's personal life than he knew about Gibbs'.

"Ah here you go." McGee wrote the address down on a post it note and handed it to Gibbs.

"Good work McGee." Gibbs patted McGee on the shoulder. "Go home, get some sleep."

Maggie stood on a step stool in her shower. One hand held the shower head, one held the wrench. She'd managed to install the shower head and now was making sure it was secure. Satisfied it wasn't going to fall off; she stepped down off the stool and pulled it out of the shower.

"Here goes nothing."

Maggie reached in and turned the shower faucet on. The water spurted out at first and then began to flow at a normal rate.

"Not bad Sullivan." Maggie congratulated herself.

And then the shower head began to shudder.

"What the…"

Maggie didn't get to finish the sentence. The shower head burst spraying her with water. Maggie sputtered and tried to block the water with one hand while the other blindly reached for the knob to turn the water off.

She cursed as she reached for the nearest dry towel and wiped her face off. She was just about to move the step stool back into the shower to check what she had done wrong when her doorbell rang.

"Seriously? Now what?"

Maggie slid a little as she walked down the hallway to the stairs, her jeans and sneakers sopping wet.

"Freck…stop barking." She called to the dog who was facing the front door.

Maggie pulled the curtain aside and was completely shocked at who was standing there. She smiled, turned the deadbolt and put her hand down to the dog.

"Freckles, stay."

Gibbs started to laugh when Maggie opened the door all the way.

"You know…Most people take their clothes off when they shower." He grinned at her. "Looks like you could use some help."

"You should have checked the washer first to make sure it fit." Gibbs wiped off his hands as he watched the water fall out of the shower head. He grinned at Maggie, he couldn't help it. When he was near her he just wanted to smile. He wanted to see her smile; the way it made her eyes crinkle.

"I thought I did. I was just about to recheck it when you rang the bell." Maggie had changed into a dry sweatshirt and jeans and was pulling her hair into a ponytail when she came back into the bathroom just in time to see Gibbs turning the water off. She was greeted by the sight of his backside again as he bent down to pick up the towel to wipe his hands. That was the second time he'd caught her checking his ass out. Great, she thought, and then she noticed his hands. He had amazing hands.

"Probably should have used a step ladder instead of a step stool." He said as he smiled down at her.

"What I probably should do is wonder how you found out where I live." She finished putting the ponytail in and put her hands on her hips. "Or should I let Freckles have at you?"

At the mention of her name, Freckles head snapped up, her crooked ears at attention. One on top of her head one on the side. While Maggie was in her room changing, Freckles stayed outside the bathroom, lying on the floor, head on her paws, keeping an eye on Gibbs. Maggie looked down at her normally suspicious dog that was now wagging her tail.

"Some guard dog you are." Maggie said in Freckles direction. "He could be a bad guy." She tipped her head in Gibbs direction.

"Ah, she's just a good judge of character." Gibb squatted down and patted his knee. Freckles got up and walked over to him. She was rewarded with a scratch behind her ears and Gibbs got a lick on the cheek. "What kind of dog is she?"

"She's part Pitt mix. But she's harmless."

"Pitts get a bad rep." Gibbs scratched under the dog's chin and looked up at Maggie. "So you named her Freckles? Kind of obvious."

"She came with the name." Maggie said trying to control her suddenly racing heart. When Jethro looked at her and smiled that lopsided smile he was giving her, her heart did a double time beat. "I wanted to change it to Fenway, but my son said Freckles fit. Now are you going to tell me how you found out where I live Jethro?"

Maggie, the widow of a police officer knew she should be worried, but seeing Jethro standing there in front of her dressed in khaki pants, a blue polo shirt that set off his eye color, and the white tee shirt underneath, put her at ease.

"Gibbs. You can just call me Gibbs." He smiled as he stood back up "I just used looked it up. On the computer. I couldn't find you in the phone book."

They stood less than a foot apart. Gibbs could smell Maggie's perfume. She must have put some on when she went to change. She smelled like oranges and flowers.

Maggie was close enough to Gibbs to tell that he didn't wear cologne; he just smelled clean. She bet he even used Ivory soap.

"Well Gibbs. Now that you've saved my shower again, can I offer you a cup of coffee? Or maybe a beer?" Maggie felt the words catch in her throat. This guy was still a stranger, what if Freckles good guy radar was off?

"A beer would be good. I, um, actually looked up your address to see if I could take you out for coffee." Gibbs told her.

If he was being honest with her, he wasn't sure if he was going to even ring her bell. He drove around the block twice. Once to see if she was home and then the second tim ate to work up the nerve to ring the bell. Walk into an interrogation with a murderer. No problem…ringing the bell of a complete stranger and ask her out to coffee. That for some reason was harder for him. He'd been on enough dates and things that may not count as dates, but there was something about Maggie that made it different for him.

Feeling the blush beginning to creep up her neck again, Maggie told Gibbs to follow her down to the kitchen. As they walked past the rooms upstairs, Gibbs noticed that there were 2 bedrooms on that floor and that only one had a bed in it. There weren't many furnishings, pictures or other homey items about.

"Still moving in?" He asked as they descended down the stairs into the front foyer.

He hadn't really looked at the first floor when he came in earlier. The first floor was a wide open space with the kitchen to the back of the area and a living room area to the side. Off of then kitchen, a pair of barn doors hung on the wall to close off the eating area. While French doors led from the living area out to the back porch. Gibbs couldn't see beyond the doors to see what the back yard looked like, not that he honestly cared. At that moment, his attention was on Maggie's hips and butt as she walked across the hard wood floors to the kitchen area.

"Beer or coffee?" Maggie asked as she walked around the granite island with three stools on the living room side; she nodded towards one of the stools for him to sit.

"Beer." Gibbs answered as he sat down. He looked around the empty space near the fireplace. "Movers not come yet?" His eyes were diverted from the empty area when Maggie bent over and he found his eyes drawn to her backside. Maggie pulled out two Corona's, took the bottle opener off the side of refrigerator and popped the caps off.

"I only brought some of my stuff with me from Boston. I sold most of the stuff with my old house and my son took some for his place. The rest, I'll just find when I need it." Maggie pulled out a stool at her kitchen island and sat next to Gibbs. She tapped her beer bottle against his and smiled "Thanks for saving me …. Again." She winked at him.

"To saving your shower." He echoed and watched as she took a long sip of her drink. A strand of hair had come loose from her ponytail and he had the urge to reach out and touch it, but Maggie beat him to it and tucked the errant strand behind her ear.

"So, how do you like DC so far? Different from Boston?"

Maggie shifted in her seat a little. They were both turned in their stools so that their knees touched. Neither of them moved away, so there they sat at the kitchen island, knees just touching each other; getting to know the other person.

"Boston was hard to leave. I lived there most of my life. But it was time for a change. Jamie…that's my son, he was being assigned to Quantico. When I came down to visit, I fell in love with the area. There was no reason to really stay in Boston. I have family members down in the area and once I found this place, the rest was a no brainer." Maggie told him. "And you? Are you originally from here?"

"Nope. A place called Stillwater Pennsylvania. Lived here in the DC area around 15 years give or take."

"Marine?" Maggie asked.

Gibbs smiled. "What gives it away?"

"The haircut and the fact you don't slouch."

"Don't slouch?"

"You sit up pretty straight. I like that in a man." Maggie heard the words out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"Do you now? What else do you like?" Gibbs folded his arms on the counter top and leaned forward.

Maggie didn't flinch or move back. She copied Gibbs' posture and leaned in.

"I like a man who can fix a shower head but can't figure out how to use a self-scan at the checkout."

Jesus am I really flirting like this? Maggie thought as the two of them just looked at each other for a moment that seemed a lot longer than it actually was. Maggie's heart sped up at the thought that Gibbs was close enough to lean forward and kiss her.

Gibbs looked down at Maggie's mouth and then back up at her eyes. All he needed to do was just lean forward and he could kiss her. He started to move closer and then it happened. His damned cell phone rang.

Maggie's breath caught. He was going to kiss her. She couldn't stop looking into his eyes. She wanted nothing more than to have him close the gap and kiss her. The sound of his cell phone broke the spell.

"You going to answer that?" Maggie's voice came out in a whisper.

Gibbs continued to stare into Maggie's eyes, ignoring the annoying ring of his phone. After the 4th ring, it was obvious that whoever was calling wasn't going to give up. He didn't move away from Maggie as he grabbed his phone from its holder on his belt and flipped it open.

"Yeah, Gibbs."

"Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs. Why weren't you answering? I need you back here at the lab. I found something." Abby's voice sounded over the phone.

Maggie was close enough to hear a woman's voice and wondered if Gibbs was married or had a girlfriend. They hadn't gotten that far in their conversations yet.

"I'll be right there Abs." Gibbs clipped the phone shut and put it back in its holder. "I have to go."

Maggie nodded the question about who this Abs person was on the tip of her tongue.

"Work." Gibbs said as he stood up. Instinctively, he reached down and took Maggie's hands in his. "Rain check?"

"Sure." Maggie noticed how Gibbs hands dwarfed hers. They felt rough and soft at the same time.

"Next time dinner?" Gibbs asked. "I know a few places you may want to try out."

"Sounds good." Maggie kept her hand in one of his and led him back to the front door. She reluctantly let his hand go so that he could put his jacket back on.

Gibbs opened the door and turned back to Maggie. He put his hand on her shoulder, leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. His lips lingered there a minute and he moved back.

"Tomorrow night. I'll call you then." He said as he reached in his coat pocket for his car keys.

Maggie reached up and put her hand on his cheek and turned his face towards hers. Taking the moment in her hands, she stood up on her tip toes and kissed him softly on the lips. Gibbs was surprised at Maggie's actions. He put his hand on her hip and bent down to continue the kiss for another moment. When they pulled apart Maggie looked into Gibbs' eyes.

"Takes the pressure off an awkward first kiss tomorrow." She winked at him.

Gibbs grinned and walked out the door and down the stairs to his car. He opened the driver's side door and looked back up at Maggie still standing in the door. He smiled at her and got into his car.

Maggie watched him drive down the block. She closed her front door, locked it and leaned back against it. She knew her face was red and she fanned her hands at her face. "Oh yeah. I'm in trouble."