In this story, Bree & Katherine are best friends (their relationship history/dynamic is kinda like it ended up in the fourth season). The twist is they are both meeting Orson for the very first time. I don't think there will be any spoilers, and it will be a PG-13 (racy bits but nothing too graphic)

"Good lord, here she comes."

Katherine Mayfair muttered this so that only Bree Van de Kamp could hear it. They were special guests at the opening of an art gallery, an event they helped plan through their joint business venture.

"Put on a happy face!" Bree muttered back with equal parts sweetness and sarcasm.

"Breeee! Kath-er-innnne!" The subject of their derision sang out to them. "I have someone I think you should meee-eeet!"

Bree and Katherine took deep breaths and faced the woman that approached them.

"I wonder how many octaves she's spoken in tonight?" said Katherine through a sickly sweet smile.

"Let's just hope the reverberation doesn't break the crystal." Bree replied, smiling just as brightly.

Gretel Hannaford was the owner of the gallery, and had quite a colorful way of talking to people. At the moment, her hand was firmly grasping the arm of a male party guest that neither Bree nor Katherine recognized, and she was all but dragging him toward them.

"At least she's bringing us something other than an earache."

"And he's handsome to boot. I hope he doesn't bruise easily."

When Gretel was close enough, she turned to her well-dressed companion. "I want to introduce you to the women that planned this entire event, from flower arrangements to party favors! This is Bree Van de Kamp. I understand she was in charge of all this delicious food!" Gretel, who wore thick glasses that magnified her eyes to at least twice their natural size, beamed at Bree as she let go of the man's arm so that he could extend his hand. "This is Orson Hodge, he's a doctor!"

"Ohhh!" Katherine reacted to Gretel's shameless announcement. If it weren't for her years of WASP-y training, Bree would have laughed at the insincerity that only a fellow snob could recognize.

It seemed that Bree was first up for a handshake. She had to admit that looking into his chocolate brown eyes gave her a little thrill. When she slipped her hand into his, he gave it a slight squeeze, gentle but firm. Perfect.

"How do you do?" Bree greeted him demurely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Van de Kamp."
"It's Ms, actually. But feel free to call me Bree."

His thinly veiled attempt at gaining her marital status confirmed her suspicion - Gretel would never have pulled a man so insistently over to two single women if he weren't an eligible bachelor - but it only served to heighten his charm.

Katherine leaned close to Bree. "My turn." she sang under her breath.

Bree realized she hadn't yet let go of Orson's hand. She freed it so that Katherine could have a chance to meet him. Putting a hand on the small of Katherine's back, Bree took it upon herself to introduce her.

"This is my partner, Katherine Mayfair."

Orson dutifully shook her hand. Bree couldn't help but feel a private victory when she noticed their handshake was much shorter.

"Don't look so disappointed, Dr. Hodge." Katherine smiled devilishly. "We're business partners, not lovers."
"Katherine!" Bree scolded, shocked she would say such a thing.

Katherine just kept smiling. She hooked arms with Bree and bumped her shoulder playfully.

"Oooh!" Gretel twittered, delighted by their saucy exchange. "Katherine chose the musical accompaniment and decorations," she continued the introductions. "and they even helped me design the layout of our first exhibit! Didn't they do just a beautiful job?"

"Positively gorgeous." Orson confirmed. He looked pointedly at both Bree and Katherine when he said this, giving his compliment a second meaning.

"Hmmm!" Gretel twittered again. "Now, I do apologize, but I must introduce Orson to a few more people before I set him free."

They watched Gretel take his arm, gently this time, and lead him in the direction of her other guests.

"He liked you." Katherine purred when they were well out of ear shot.

"We both saw where his eyes went when he said 'gorgeous.'"

"He was just being polite. You should go for it."
Bree shook her head, smiling coyly and pretending not to know what Katherine was talking about.

"Oh don't act like you don't want to jump his bones."

Bree didn't scold her this time, but only widened her eyes and gave Katherine a look.

"Alright, alright. Go eat a scone, Ms. Van de Kamp." said Katherine, giving Bree the exact same look to tease her.

Hours later, the party was winding down and most of the guests had left the gallery. Gretel's clients and close friends lingered to finish their conversations while the help cleaned up the mess.

Bree and Katherine were discussing how many potential clients must have taken notice of their talents at this event alone as they inventoried everything that needed to be returned to the various vendors they'd rented from.

"I'll be right back," said Bree. "There's one centerpiece left and if it's alright with you, I'd like to take it home."

"That's fine by me." Katherine glanced across the room. "Well, what a coincidence!" she said with mock surprise. "Dr. Hodge is standing mere feet away from that centerpiece. There's absolutely no way you can avoid talking to him now."

"That certainly is a coincidence."

Bree strolled toward the flowers and Orson. She saw him notice her, and she distracted herself by tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hello again." Orson greeted her warmly. "I was afraid I wouldn't get the chance to see you again."

"Did you enjoy the gallery opening, Doctor?"

"It certainly exceeded my expectations." he said. "You and Katherine make a very good team."

"I'm so glad to hear it." Bree attempted to lift the large floral arrangement from the table between them. Orson quickly swooped in to help.

Bree glanced over Orson's shoulder. She saw Katherine across the room, mouthing the words JUMP. HIS. BONES.

Orson peeked around the flowers. "Please, call me Orson."

Those big brown eyes again. Bree's heart skipped a beat.

Katherine watched them flirt from across the room. It's about time one of us had a date, she thought. It was no small part of her that wished it was her that Orson was so interested in, but she'd settle for living vicariously through Bree for the time being.

"What are you doing Friday night?" asked Orson. He was carrying the large vase of flowers for Bree as they walked back to where Katherine was packing up the rest of their things.

"Friday?" Bree repeated, stalling for time.

"I was wondering if you would have dinner with me." Orson said, setting the flowers down on the table next to Katherine.

"Dinner?" Bree repeated again.

Katherine stifled a chuckle. "She's free, and she'd love to."

"Then that settles it - we have a date."

He seemed to enjoy Bree's obvious bashfulness over the subject, and she willed herself not to blush.

"Katherine, it was lovely meeting you. Bree...I'll see you Friday night."

As soon as he'd gone, Bree turned to Katherine.

"Why do you insist on embarrassing me at every turn?"

"Was it really so hard?" Katherine asked. "All it took was for me to give him your phone number while you were overseeing the second round of quiche lorraine."

"You are incorrigible." Bree gave Katherine a sideways glance, and smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. But next time I'll give him my own number, you big 'fraidy cat."

"You know I don't do very well with the whole...dating thing."

"Let's make that past tense, sweetie. You have to start seeing yourself as the hot single woman you are, not as a damaged widow."

"That is not how I see myself!" Bree insisted, though Katherine had read her mind.

"Good. Then things should go well with Orson."