Special Agent McGregor stopped his Mercedes outside forensic specialist Amy Sutton's apartment complex. It wasn't the first time he'd had to come by and pick up Amy when her car had been left at a bar but it was the first time he'd heard Lisa Sharon's voice in the background when Amy called to ask the favor. He dreaded hearing Tommy's speculations concerning their sleeping arrangements again. Every time the two girls got together without their teammates Tommy's more salacious imagination took control and McGregor had to listen to his fantasies for the entire day when Lisa wasn't around (and sometimes when she was – Tommy risking dismemberment and death for the sheer pleasure of teasing his partner).

Sighing, he made his way to Amy's and knocked. Officer Lisa opened the door and McGregor felt his mouth drop open. She was dressed in a black skirt at least 8 inches above her knees. Her hair was loose and wild around her shoulders. Her teal blouse was low cut and showed a large expanse of honeyed skin and most of the small amount of cleavage she possessed. When she smiled at him he noticed she had on dark pink lipstick and lots of eye makeup, almost as much as Amy usually wore. She looked good! She smiled.

"Amy," she called, "McGregor is here."

"Oh my god," he breathed reverently when she appeared.

She stood before him a vision of Gothic beauty, her hair coiled in two little buns on either side of the top of her head. She wore a deep red tube top covered in a lacy black top ending under her breasts, emphasizing their fullness rather like a bolero jacket. He sometimes forgot how buxom she really was. The red top ended an inch or so above the low slung waistband of a black and red checked miniskirt barely covering the tops of her…hose? Amy was wearing stockings, black silky-looking stockings and at the very top of them he saw lacy red straps – the garter belt? Her legs seemed to go on forever.

Suddenly he gasped. He had forgotten to breath. He didn't think he had ever wanted her more than he did right this minute.

She broke the spell by grabbing his hand and tugging him out the door.

"Hurry, Lisa. We got to be there when Tibbs arrives!"

McGregor knew his mouth was still hanging open as Amy pulled and Lisa pushed him to his car. He came to himself in time to open the doors on the passenger side. He didn't see Lisa climb in. His eyes were all for Amy as she bent those long, long legs and sat in the car. As she turned to put her first leg in the tiny skirt hiked up and he saw…he saw the naked flesh above the top of the hose; the skin between the top of the hose and her red panties. He felt a burgeoning in his loins

After Amy settled in the car he slammed the door and leaned against the top of the car taking a moment to regain control. Then he slammed Lisa's door too, not missing the smirk she sent his way. As he settled behind the wheel he glanced at Amy. The skirt barely came to the tops of the stockings. He wanted to touch that silken material and the exposed skin above. He actually reached out and then the iron will that had driven him to be the successful agent he was came into play and he turned the key and started the car.

It was going to be a long damned drive to the office.


Special Agent Tommy sat at his desk ripping a piece of paper into shreds he could make into spitballs to shoot at his partner's head. He loved seeing the white wads shine in that dark mane. And he especially loved seeing her mad face. She was just so darned cute when she was mad. Dangerous yes but cute as a bug in a rug. Even when she threatened him with bodily harm she was cute. And hot. She was really hot when she threatened him. Oh yeah. He tore some more strips of paper.

The elevator dinged and he looked up and stopped tearing the paper. His partner, the lovely Officer Lisa, ran into the room her stride hobbled by the tight and very short skirt she wore. She threw her backpack at her desk and came to stand in front of him, bent over, bringing her face near his.

He didn't look at her face, though. When she bent over the low-cut top fell away from her chest and he could see down to the lacy pink bra barely covering her nipples. He gulped.

"Is Tibbs here yet?"

Tommy didn't say anything. He didn't really understand what she'd said. He just kept his eyes glued down her shirt, hoping for a slight shift in the material so he could see some delectable little nibblers. Please, he prayed.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his upper arm.

Lisa drew her fist back to hit him again.

"I said, Tommy, is Tibbs here yet?"

She stood up and he blinked and could talk again.

"No, no. He's not here yet. You look really good today, Lisa."

She smiled and patted his cheek, leaning in close again. He couldn't keep his eyes from straying down her blouse one more time.

"Thanks Tommy," she said and tweaked the end of his nose.

"Hey, that hurt,' he complained.

"Good," she said, turned and sashayed back to her desk.

He watched her ass sway from side to side and noticed she wore very high heels today. And…was she was wearing stockings? Lisa never wore stockings. Yet, there was a shimmer to her legs and a little whisk, whisk sound when she walked.

As she sat he jumped up and almost ran to her desk. Perching on the filing cabinet behind her he leaned into her space and whispered in her ear.

"What's the special occasion, Lisa? All dressed up. Stockings, silk if I'm not mistaken. Got a hot date?"

Like he'd hoped she turned toward him and he could see the short skirt had ridden up her thighs. Glancing down quickly he thought he caught a glimpse, the barest hint of a pink garter clasp holding up the one stocking top he could see. Smiling he leaned in putting his arm in front of her, his hand on the desk preventing her from moving away from him.

"Or looking for a hot date?"

She pushed up, getting close to his face and he felt like he could almost taste her lips. Then she plopped down only millimeters from his fingers and propped her right foot up on her chair the skirt riding evening higher and he caught a glimpse of naked thigh above the stocking top. The difference in texture between the thicker top of the piece of hosiery and her burnished skin made the urge to touch almost uncontrollable. His hand moved of its own accord and he ran a single finger a couple of inches up her thigh and she made a guttural sound, deep in her throat. It emboldened him to add a second finger.

They both moved their faces closer until he felt her breath on his lips. He put his whole hand on the top of the stocking and parted his lips in anticipation of the only logical next move.

His phone rang and he jerked his hand away from her like she was on fire.

"Yeah!" he growled into the phone, quickly changing his tune when he heard the always angry tone of his boss' voice.

"Okay, yeah, Boss. Got it. Yeah, she's right here. We're on it."

He closed the cell phone and looked longingly at Lisa still sitting on her desk with her skirt rucked up revealing those lovely silk-encased legs.

"Gear up," he said sadly.


A/N: The last part of this will be posted on Friday morning, so stay tuned!