Author's Note: Oh, there should have been something special for number fifty, and I tried for it... I also failed at it. :(
I Think You're Beautiful
"Ugh. I think I need to go shower for days," Nancy muttered, pulling on her shirt and trying to get it to stop sticking to her. This case had taken longer than expected, though she wasn't sure which was worse—the heat or being stranded for almost two days after a surveillance mishap gone wrong. She also hadn't planned on just how devastating losing her luggage would be. "I am such a mess."
Frank shook his head, a strange look on his face. "Not from where I'm standing. I've never seen anything more beautiful."
Nancy flushed. "I think you may have heatstroke. You're talking crazy."
"No," he said, reaching for her. "You have this amazing combination of intelligence and intuition that is appealing all on its own, since when it's all said and done, I would never be happy with someone who wasn't just as drawn to and capable of working out mysteries as I am, and then there's the rest of the package, which is... Well..."
She looked at him, flattered but a little uncertain how to react. "Frank, I really don't know that you are aware of what you're saying—"
"I do," he said, smiling at her. "And were we not both a little gross, I'd add in a kiss there."
"Well," Nancy said, swallowing. "Perhaps we should go back to the hotel and get cleaned up..."
