Kirsten sat back down at the table across from Fisher and furiously typed on her laptop.
"What did you do that for?" Fisher was surprised. He had never seen her like that.
"We're in the middle of something, Fisher" she hissed, "I need to find out who killed Ed before I worry about whatever his issue was."
"I thought you and Goodkin were crazy about each other" Fisher teased. Kirsten rolled her eyes at him and continued typing, prompting his, "So you are?"
"I really do not have the time to talk about this" Kirsten insisted, praying that her blush didn't show. It did.
"You should tell him" Fisher pushed.
"No."
"Kirsten, you really should. He's dying to know" He immediately regretted using the word 'dying' and she shot him a look.
"As soon as you tell Maggie, I'll tell Cameron."
"Please! There's nothing going on between be and Baptise."
"Right, only because you haven't told her yet" Kirsten looked back down at her computer until the sound of the front door shutting startled her. Camille walked in holding a rose.
"Linus gave you that?" Kirsten asked. That was awfully sweet.
"No, it was on the porch" Camille answered, investigating it.
Kirsten and Fisher looked up at each other and said in unison, "Cameron!"
"Holy shit, Cameron left you a flower, Camille" Kirsten muttered. That was actually a pretty painful realization.
"What?!" Camille cried, "He did what?"
"Kirsten, that flower wasn't meant for Camille" Fisher tried to explain.
Kirsten cut him off, "He said he was looking for her! I said she wasn't here so he put it where she would see it!" Kirsten was heated. He had never said anything about liking Camille. In retrospect it was easy for her to see, but she was absolutely livid that he didn't say anything. Him and Linus were best friends, how could he do that!?
"With that logic, it's for me" Fisher joked, "I'm sure he knew I'd leave before Camille came."
"He probably thought you were staying, Fisher" Camille stated. Fisher looked puzzled so she explained, "He totally thought this was a date."
"What?" Kirsten was so confused.
"Kirsten, when did he say he wanted to see me? Before or after he saw Fisher?"
Kirsten's jaw dropped at the realization, but Camille finished her explanation anyway, "It was an excuse, Kirsten. He brought that flower for you, saw Fisher, and bolted. He probably just dropped it on his way out." Camille felt awful for the poor guy. She knew he would be so heartbroken. Kirsten stood up out of her chair, "Fisher, I need a ride."
Cameron had only been home for about ten minutes and had already cracked out the booze. He had a bottle of Jack in his hand, painfully sober, when the doorbell rang a good six times in a row. He knew who it was.
He walked over to the door with every intention of being every bit as sassy to her as she was to him, but as soon as he opened the door and saw her face he lost his will, "Hey, Stretch. How'd you get here?"
"Fisher" she whispered, realizing too late that was probably not a good thing to say. He nodded, "Well come on in."
She shut the door behind her and handed him the flower, "You forgot this."
Cameron's eyes widened. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, searching her eyes in a desperate attempt to see what she was thinking. He couldn't speak.
"It's beautiful, Cameron. That was really sweet of you."
Again, Cameron remained silent.
"Why did you throw it on the ground?"
"I didn't want to mess up your date" he whispered, avoiding her gaze.
"It wasn't a date."
Cameron scoffed, "Right. Okay, Cupcake."
She placed her hand right below his right shoulder, "It really wasn't, Cameron. I asked him a while ago to help me figure out what happened to Ed. He found something knew and he wanted to show it to me so he stopped by. That 's why I was so… harsh. I was kind of focused."
"Well sorry for disturbing you" Kirsten desperately wanted him to just look at her, so she put her hand on his cheek and took a step closer, "Why did you really come by?"
"I was just bored."
"You brought Camille a flower because you were bored?" She was testing him.
He finally looked into her eyes, "No. The flower was for you."
He made her feel…warm. That's the best word she had to describe what she felt. Her stomach was in knots in a very good way. She felt warm, "So you came to give me a flower because you were bored?"
"No. I wanted to talk about something, but I don't anymore. It wasn't important" He knew she could see right through him. She let her hand drop from his cheek and grab his hand, guiding him into the apartment and onto the couch. She felt the overwhelming need to sit on his lap, which she knew would be weird but she did it anyway. She felt his whole body stiffen. He was nervous.
"Cameron, I saw a lot more than I let on during the stitch" she began, "I saw things about… us. And I felt how you felt. I know how you feel when you see me and when you talk to me. I know what I do to you."
"I figured you would" he finally spoke, "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I wanted to make sure how I feel has nothing to do with residual emotions, which, yeah, now I know it doesn't. At all."
"Well how do you feel?" Cameron squeaked. He was clearly terrified by this point.
"I'm in love with you, Cameron. Completely, irrevocably, whole-heartedly in love with you" she turned so she was looking him in the eye. His eyes were watering and he just looked into her eyes, digging for more. He could tell she was serious as death, and with the connection he felt he knew it wasn't residual emotion. There was no way this level of adoration was completely one sided. He knew she had to feel it, too, but still he questioned it to protect himself.
"What?"
Kirsten half-smiled and turned so that she was straddling him. She kept looking deeply into his eyes, slowly leaning closer to him. She felt how he had felt the last time they kissed, and she could only imagine she would feel the same way now, only even stronger. He was a still as a statue as her lips finally reached his, gently brushing against his. She pulled away after a moment, looking into his eyes again.
"I always wanted to do that" she confessed. Cameron finally released his breath and smiled. He pulled her into a searing kiss, cupping her face with his hands. He leaned forward so that she was dangerously close to falling in between his legs. Her hands were in his hair and her legs tightened around his waist. They kissed each other with every ounce of pent up passion they had been hiding for months. She had honestly never been so happy in her life. She pulled away, breathing, "I love you, Cameron."
"I love you, too, Stretch" he said, kissing her again, "but I have a question."
"What?"
Their foreheads and noses were still touching they were so close together. He smiled, whispering, "Can I be the boyfriend now?"
