He walked out of the bathroom, towel draped around his neck and leaned against the wall watching her. She was practicing Tai Chi. He watched her bring her arms out then back in. He watched her breathing slow down. She was trying to relax. After the events of the past couple of days, he could understand her need to.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me?" she asked turning her body, continuing the movements.

He pushed himself off the wall and walked next to her. He took the towel off his neck and tossed it on the floor. He watched for a few moments before joining her. He glanced over at her and he could see the tension in her shoulders.

"You're not relaxing," he stated raising his arms, "I know another way to help you relax."

"I'm sure you do," she replied trying not to smile.

"Come on," he smiled, "you know you want to do it. I'll even let you go first." He stepped back, giving her room.

"How generous of you," she drawled, "I'm more than you can handle."

"You think so?" he asked, raising his eyebrow in amusement.

"I know so." she replied taking a shot at him.

He blocked her punch and sent a couple of his own. She blocked them by ducking and sweeping his legs out from under him.

"So, you're going to play dirty, eh?" he asked, looking up at her.

"You never established the ground rules," she laughed, sticking her hand out to help him up. He accepted her hand and stood up. Instead of releasing her hand, he grasped her hand tighter and pulled her into him.

"I can play dirty too," he laughed into her ear. He had his arms wrapped around hers and his legs prevented her from kicking out. "What are you going to do now?"

She struggled against him for a few moments. "I wasn't playing dirty, but I can if you want me too." she responded by tossing her head back into his face. Stunned he let her go and dropped to his knees.

"I can't believe you did that," he said rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was seeing stars and tears formed in his eyes. He wasn't expecting her to head butt him.

Rubbing the back of her head, she turned and looked at him. The guilt was starting to set in. "I'm sorry. Let me see." she said bending down to check what damage she done. She went to move his hand away from his nose when she ended up on her back with the wind knocked out of her.

"See, I can play dirty." he smiled, placing his hands on the sides of her head. His eyes gleamed with mischief. He lowered his head and started to nuzzle her neck.

"Frank," she warned.

"Hmm?" he muttered, kissing the lobe of her ear.

"Frank," she warned again.

"Morgan," he replied kissing her shoulder.

"Stop. You know we can't do this," she complained pushing him off. She got up and went back into her fighting stance.

Frank rolled onto his back and watched Morgan. "I don't want to fight Morgan," he stated.

"Hey, it was your idea," she said waving her fingers at him, "come on, Casper and show me what you're made of."

Frank sat up and shook his head. "Let me guess, Alex told you her pet name for me?" he asked still watching her.

"She did," Morgan answered, "if you're not going to spar with me, I'm going to make something to eat."

Morgan started to walk towards the kitchen when Frank reached out and grabbed her ankle. He pulled her down on top of him. They looked at each other for a moment before Morgan lowered her head and kissed Frank.