O.O Eep... It's my first time writing something beside Derek x Angie.

I've had this written for a few weeks, but my complete lack of condifence has kept me from posting yet again. Argh.

Hope they aren't too out of character. x.x and my apologies if they are. Please treat me kindly!

"Greg," A busty young woman entered the room, the tails of her off white lab coat billowing as she moved into the room. "I can't find my keys…" Her voice was silky, smooth… and it cut through the silence like a knife. "Have you seen them?"

"Nope, sorry Cybil, haven't seen them." He didn't bother to turn around, for as soon as she laid her eyes upon his face, she'd know he was lying.

Those keys were in his office… and he was just waiting for her to come ask.

"Liar." She turned him around in his chair and glared straight into his hazel eyes. "Gregory Kasal. You tell me where they are. Right now. Or else." A grin began to play across his face.

"Or else what?" he provoked.

"I'm going to "punish" you, Kasal." Greg liked where this was going.

"And what if someone else stole them?" She narrowed light brown eyes and smirked. Greg shifted in his chair. "…What?"

"You're the only one who could've."

"Me? Why?" He played dumb and looked a bit perplexed as she pulled him out of his seat by the lapels of his lab coat. She remained silent. "Don't have an answer, Iron Vixen?" Flicking her black hair out of her face, she pulled him closer and they locked lips. And of course, being the smart woman she was, she reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out her keys. After a little bit, she pulled away.

"And why only you could have them? Because they were in your pocket, smart one." Greg sighed.

"I knew that was coming…" She jingled the keys in front of his face.

"You didn't think you could get away with this, did you?"

"Not really. I just wanted to try." The infamous Gregory Kasal grin still sat, perched upon his lips. "And maybe I just wanted to see you come in here all gung-ho about finding your keys."

"Or maybe you just wanted to watch me go home and be locked out of my house." Cybil smirked. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a key. "Greg, catch." He caught the silver object in his hand… and he gave it a thorough inspection.

"Your house key?" She winked.

"It's a spare. Consider yourself welcome anytime." She sighed. "Now can you stop stealing my keys, Greg? This is the…" She counted silently to herself for a moment. "…seventh time this month." He carefully placed they key on his key ring and smirked to himself and silently turned back to his paperwork.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Thanks for the key Cybil, see you later tonight."

"I'll be waiting, Greg." The grin returned.

"Just make sure you're waiting in that frilly black nightie I like so much." She stopped in the doorway.

"Why? So you can just rip it off of me? I think not." She pushed up her glasses quickly as she took a pause. "…I'll be in the nude." She replied, flirtation lingering in her strong voice.

"Even better." He replied, fingering the silver key. "Even better…"

Thanks for reading.