Help!: The Beatles
"Please Scully." I looked at her and hoped she could feel the desperation radiating from me. "I can't do this without you."
How times change. Once I found her presence annoying, something to put up with.
Once. Once I wanted solitude. Not now.
"Fine." she grumbled good naturedly. "But if this is a dead end I want you to use our wonderful people skills to get me a pay rise."
"Of course." I grinned, opening the door for her. I didn't even care if this was a dead end as long as she was with me.