Ice

I growled "Anderson get your ass off my counter. " as I walked into the kitchen.

He slid off as Mel takes out a dripping ice-pack from the freezer. Mel muttered to me " You need to get that fixed." As Anderson took it from her, their fingers brushed. It lingered for a few seconds before he raised it to his cheek. Deep-green met black, both flickered to me and looked away.

Then she asked " Adrian, what were you doing ? "

"Looking up someone I'm hoping is dead., " I replied with a smirk. " You two seem like you've been up to something. Or am I wrong ? "

An ice-chip and some of the water had dripped down Anderson's neck. Now it was sliding between his collar-bones and down further, further. I noticed for the first time how they were dressed. Or rather erotically not dressed.

Mel wore her bra and panties, Anderson was just in boxers. Both looked like they'd just wandered from a set into my kitchen. 'Hmm, is my house a run way for lost models ? It certainly seems that way.'

She ran a wet hand over the detective's cheek. He leaned in slowly and ran his own hand through her long, blond hair. Mel kissed him, her hands wandered slowly over his sides.

Drawn in I found myself watching them. 'I could watch this all day.' We all startled when the land-line rang. Damn it, they seperated and I walked over to the phone.

"What do you want ? " I growled feeling angry at whoever it was.

"Your new case frustrating you Smith ? " Jones asked.

"No, Jones you are. Now what is it ? "

The green-eyed Agent sounded worried " Washington just got a message from... Masy for you. " .

'This can't be happening, I made sure he was dead.'

I asked feeling dread sweep over me. "What did it say Jones ? "

"He's going to find you but he's going to kill anyone your close to first."

I shot a look at my ex-wife and my p ... him. Of course after all this Masy just had to come back alive. My pretty-boy cop was not going to be one of Masy's targets. He's not touching Anderson.

I snarl
" Tell the bastard that he's not touching anyone without going thru me."

I hung up the phone with a crack, they were staring at me.

Anderson says " We should get ready and go. Evidence should be processed by now... hopefully." I walked up to my bedroom and pulled on a shirt before throwing on a jacket. Anderson wore a new dark-blue shirt and jeans that he'd bought last week.

Anderson seemed to have been taunting me by living with me. Mel had been trying to get us together just like she'd promised. Just yesterday he'd been praticing some sort of martial art as Mel and I watched. She'd pushed me into him and I'd stared into those big, dark eyes. By instinct he'd wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me up against him. My hands had braced on his chest, muscles heaving as he breathed.

Now that was being threatened, even though there wasn't anything. All because of damned Masy, somehow. 'As if this case wasn't, hasn't been hard enough.'