A/N - I originally had no intention of continuing this, but I've decided to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Perception.

They moved to the kitchen table.

Kate sat at one end of the table, sipping a mug of coffee—Daniel gave her one of Lewicki's mugs—and he sat on the other side, with a mug of tea he hadn't touched in several minutes. He was too distracted by the beautiful woman sitting across from him.

"Uh…Kate?" He started. She tilted her head up and smiled at him. "Don't take this the wrong way but I don't—"

"—Remember last night." She finished for him.

"How—?"

"I read people for a living, Daniel. I may not be as good as you but I saw the look on your face when you came downstairs—I wasn't supposed to be there."

"Well, then, care to refresh my memory?"

"Gladly," Kate purred over her coffee and Daniel blanched. Seeing his face, she quietly smirked. "Where should I start?"

"At the beginning."

"It all started when I was your student…"

"Kate, you know I didn't mean that far back!" He protested and she laughed.

It was a beautiful laugh and Daniel wanted to hear her laugh again, but he was torn between hearing her laugh or hearing what happened—and he really needed to know what had happened last night.

"After I dropped you home yesterday, I started to drive home when some moron t-boned me in an intersection—entirely his fault. A few hours were spent getting the police involved and exchanging information. I was a little shaken up and I didn't really want to go home nor did I really have a way home…so I came here." She explained.

"I don't remember that."

"Because Lewicki let me in." Kate told him, and when Daniel raised an eyebrow. "He was still half-asleep and probably thought it was a good idea at the time."

"What happened next?"

"Well, I came upstairs because Lewicki said you might be awake still. When I got there, you woke up—I think you were still half-asleep. You boys are deep sleepers. Anyway, I told you I was going to sleep on the couch but you announced that the couch was no place for sleeping, and told me that I could sleep in your bed." She smirked at the memory. "I was about to get under the covers when you threw me this shirt. Apparently my work clothes were 'soiled' from being worn and you didn't want me getting your bed dirty."

Daniel leaned forward a bit. He had so many questions but he bit his tongue.

"I thought you were giving me the bed, but once I got in, you crawled in with me. Before I could even register what happened…" She shrugged. "You were asleep."

"So wait…we didn't…?"

Kate looked at him confused, and then her eyes went wide.

"No, no, Daniel. We just slept."

Daniel felt himself pale at her answer. He had simply assumed that they had…well, done something. He didn't stop and think that maybe she was never even in his bed. For all he knew she could have slept on the couch. It was that accursed hallucination that messed up everything. Now, Kate was going to withdraw from him for being a pervert or something.

Then Kate smirked. "Maybe next time."

Okay, now he knew she was teasing him as she stood and walked to the sink. She rinsed out the mug and then bent over to place it in the dishwasher. Daniel looked away as her shirt rode up and he caught a glimpse of her panties—he didn't think of Kate as the boy shorts type.

"Could you go put some clothes on?" Daniel asked. "You're a guest."

"If I recall correctly, you threw my clothes in the washer. They're just now in the dryer. I have no clothes to change into."

"Well, at least let me give you some pants."

Kate followed him upstairs, silent as a ghost since she was barefoot. When he entered his room, he noticed a pair of shoes hidden partially under his bed. They were Kate's. He pointed them out to her and went to the dresser. He brought back a pair of black sweatpants that he wore once jogging—before he learned that he hated jogging.

Kate smiled at him and started to pull them on.

"Wait…" Kate started, stopping mid-pull and allow the pants to pool around her ankles. It was pretty hard to get Kate in clothes apparently. "You woke up to an empty bed, came downstairs and saw me on your couch and assumed we had slept together?"

Daniel gulped. He had wanted the truth without divulging his own version of the truth.

"I had a dream that we did."

Kate raised an eyebrow. "You dreamed that?" She scrunched up her face and scrutinized him. "Now, what really happened?"

She knew he was lying.

"Okay, okay…if you must know, I woke up this morning to a hallucination of you in bed with me." He looked everywhere but at Kate. Then he added softly, "She was naked."

Kate looked confused. Daniel waited for her inevitable blow-up. "How did you imagine me naked? You've never seen me in the nude."

That was the question she asked?

"My mind…uh…compensates for things I don't know. She had the covers pulled over all the things I had never seen before." He said, shutting his eyes and taking in a deep breath. "Now, that horrible truths hour is over, can we go get some breakfast?"

"Horrible?" Kate asked—once again, selective hearing.

"Are you not bothered by any of this?" He asked.

"No…actually…it's kind of hot." Kate said, striding up to him. She left the pants lying on the floor as she stood nearly against him. Daniel gulped.

"Okay, I see it now…you're a hallucination." He stepped back and Kate followed.

"But Lewicki saw me."

"Yeah, but that was downstairs. For all I know the real had Kate left while I was turned around getting her pants."

"Hmmm." Kate hummed, walking to the door. "Hey, Lewicki!" She shouted.

"What?" The assistant replied.

"Nevermind!" She returned. Then she turned to Daniel and smirked.

Without giving him a chance to protest, she stood on her toes and kissed him once on the lips. Then, reaching for the shirt buttons, she began slowly and agonizingly removing the shirt. Daniel watched, transfixed until she stood on her toes again and caught his lips in a searing kiss.

Then she said, "Does it really matter at this point if I am a hallucination?"

Daniel just shook his head.

A/N - Kate's fiery. I think she'd be good in bed. lol. Review.