"What do you think you're doing telling Doctor Bellows about Jeannie?!" Roger almost yelled as he exploded back into Tony's office and slammed the door behind him, "Are you crazy?"

Tony looked up sharply from where he'd been sitting at his desk, twiddling a pencil in his fingers. Surprise the only thing keeping his temper level as he responded, "What are you talking about, Rog? Do you want to keep it down?"

"Doctor Bellows told me you told him about Jeannie this morning," Roger's volume had come down but not by much.

Tony clapped his palm to his forehead and closed his eyes as he took in three deep breaths, unable to imagine how Roger had gone from looking for Rabi to talking to Doctor Bellows about his business. Peeling his hand away from his face he explained slowly, "I only told him that she was a close friend and I care about her. Nothing else."

"Oh thank god!" Roger exclaimed as he shuffled over to the couch and collapsed on it. "I thought for a minute you'd told him everything."

"Do you think I'd still be sitting here if I did?" Tony's annoyance started to show as his voice grew but he bit it back, more calmly saying – "I nearly did. He asked me why I was distracted, asked if it was a girl and I said a genie. I got it back by saying a girl called Jeannie. He started asking me questions about her, asking if I like her and he thinks I'm jealous of her because I mentioned her friend."

Roger heaved a heavy, "Phew." Sitting up he added, "I certainly feel better."

"Wait a minute," Tony's calm was wavering again, "How did all this come about anyway? I thought you were looking for Rabi?"

Sinking back down onto the sofa, Roger nodded, "I was, then I nearly ran head first into Doctor Bellows. He asked me what I was doing and I had to tell him."

"I see, and then what happened?" Tony realised he was asking the question in the same patronising tone of voice he spoke to Jeannie with when he was asking her to explain things.

"I put my foot in my mouth."

Tony couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm sure you did." He shook his head hoping that Doctor Bellows wasn't somewhere around the corner, preparing to pounce. Steeling himself against the thought he looked at Roger, "Anyway, did you find Rabi?"

"No I didn't, I couldn't see him. Did Sergeant Wilks have anything to tell you?"

"It's the strangest thing." Tony leaned back in his chair as he absently started twirling the pencil in his fingers again, "He said he'd call me if Rabi came by to return his pass and he'd send him back here. Not two minutes later he called to say that he found Rabi's visitor pass on the desk and he swears he didn't see him drop it back."

"Maybe he's another genie," Roger commented with a short laugh.

A peel of anxious laughter burst out of Tony and as it did so he snapped the pencil in his hands. A grimace shortly replaced the laughter and he leaned forward, discarding of the two halves of the pencil, "Don't even joke about that Roger! Could you imagine it? Another genie? A male genie?"

Roger sucked his bottom lip in and nodded as he thought about it. It didn't sound good to him either.

Trying to pass Roger's comment off as the joke he was sure it was intended as, Tony sat back but it barbed him again and he grabbed the telephone receiver – almost pulling the phone off his desk as he did so. With fumbling fingers he used the dial to call his house number and waited anxiously for it to be answered on the other end.

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Jeannie was reclined on the living room sofa, a magazine suspended mid-air above her head as she read it when the phone rang. Blinking the magazine away she sat up and with another blink she brought the phone over to her. She gingerly lifted the receiver, knowing how her Master felt about her answering the phone, and waited to hear his voice before she spoke.

"Jeannie, are you there?" She heard the person on the other end say.

"Oh hello, Master." She chirped joyfully, happy to hear from him. "I did not know if it was you calling or not. What can I do for you?"

"Look, this is going to sound strange but is Rabi there with you?"

"Why do you ask Master?" She queried innocently, "Do you wish him to be?"

"He came to see me earlier and I gave him my permission to visit you. He left but he dropped something on the way out, Roger tried to find him but it's as if he just disappeared. If he turns up there tell him I'll bring it back to him when I come home. I should be back around six."

"Ok, Master. I will."

"Good girl, I'll see you later."

"Bye Master," Jeannie replied. When the line went dead she replaced the receiver and waved the phone back to its home on the desk.

Excitement surged through her and she bit her finger at the prospect of Rabi visiting soon. In her mind she had played over the possibility of him refusing to come again after his and her Master's disagreement. It had made her sad to think it but she'd buoyed herself with the comfort of being able to go and see him wherever he was. Not entertaining the conviction she'd had that he was angry with her. Over and over again she'd replayed the moment her Master came home and discovered Rabi there. She could remember the feel of the atmosphere around them as Rabi quickly stated his case and her Master…

"Oooohhh," She scrunched her face up as she vented the temporary flare of indignation that rose up even now at her Master's rudeness.

She quashed it down and her face softened as she remembered storming out after a retreating Rabi, his long strides forcing her to run to catch up with him. He'd not been angry with her when she'd reached him though she'd felt a shiver of concern that he would be. He'd apologised for leaving, for upsetting her Master. She'd asked him to return, to talk with her Master as she smoothed things over but he'd declined. A little dismayed but understanding his reasons she offered then to come with him but he'd smiled softly and shaken his head. She could feel tears threatening her eyes, tears she knew he'd seen as he bent down and kissed her forehead. She'd stood there then, watching him leave – wanting desperately to go after him but knowing he needed to go. With nothing else to do she'd returned home, anger surging through her that had grown with each step.

Anger she'd unleashed on her Master with a storm of bats.

At the sound of the doorbell she came back to the present and shrieked gleefully. Leaping from the couch she bounded towards the front door and threw it open.She didn't need to look through the spyhole of the door to know who was on the other side and flung herself into Rabi's arms, laughing as he held her up and carried her inside. He hooked his foot around the door and used it to kick the door shut, delighting in the warmth of Jeannie's welcome.

He placed Jeannie back on the floor and laughed as she squeezed him tightly, her face nuzzled into his neck. With his hand he brushed the back of her head and neck as her mumbled apology for the Friday evening before reached his ears. He was glad that she wasn't angry with him for leaving and rested his head on hers, revelling in the feel of her and the scent of her hair. A thought turned into a smile and he pulled away from her slightly, his hands sliding from the back of her neck to her waist as he pushed her gently. Jeannie looked up at him as she uncoiled her arms from around him but kept a hold on his shoulders, and returned his smile.

"Are you hungry?" Rabi asked softly.

Jeannie's smile grew a little and she tilted her head a little answering with a coy, "Maybe,"

Rabi laughed richly, "Then 'maybe' we could have something to eat?"

"Where would you like to go?"

Rabi watched as Jeannie stood back from him and folded her arms but shook his head, "I was thinking of having something here."

"Oh. What would you like?"

Taking a step towards Jeannie, Rabi held out his hands and placed them on Jeannie's folded arms – pushing them down gently as he leaned forward and whispered, "Nothing we can make in the time it takes to blink these," placing a kiss on each of Jeannie's eyes.

Intrigued, but liking the direction she could see Rabi was going in all the same, Jeannie led him into the kitchen. She allowed him to look around, for a moment wondering if she should have blinked an alternative to their somewhat modest surroundings but he seemed to like it.

"So," She began as he looked at her and she smiled, "What would you like to make?"

An impish grin lit up Rabi's features, "A cake."

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Four thirty.

He'd said be home at six but Tony had managed to get the bulk of the work done he'd needed to today. And besides, he knew Jeannie wasn't alone. Looking down at the corner of his desk he picked up the small gold horse that had been dropped by Rabi earlier. A curious item for a man to carry but one he couldn't fail to return. He didn't know its origin or its purpose….

…..much like the man that was alone with Jeannie in his house right now.

Making his mind up and putting the charm in his pocket he got up from his desk and put his hat on, it was definitely time to go home.

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There was something inherently satisfying about watching Jeannie stir cake mix for Rabi who stared in open appreciation at the movement of her waist and bottom, the flowing of her lacy trousers and half bare back adding to the image. He turned back to the sink where he'd been washing up and rinsed his hands with cold water – holding off drying them as a wicked idea crossed his mind…