Authors note: Third part yay! This is really going to screw up a lot of your ideas and predictions about this story! And Kate, you were right, on your guess about the bathtub. How do you do that?

Mimi lay, stretched out in Matt's bathtub. Her head back against the edge, her eyes closed in what could only be described as ecstasy. Her legs hung over the other end, hundreds of tiny gleaming bubbles clinging to her supple calves. Her elbows were propped up on either side of her head and like the shimmering bubbles clinging to her legs, millions of them were built up concealing any part of her that may be considered revealing.

She had lit about a dozen candles and placed randomly around the room. The light given off by these candles made tiny rainbow patterns on every bubble in the bath and the steam raising from the bath was beginning to fog up the mirror.

"You know, it's really hard to undress a woman in your mind when she's already naked," Mimi smiled her eyes still closed.

"You could help me out by putting your cloths back on," Matt suggested chuckling as he holstered his weapon.

"Well if I did that who's to say I would ever take them off again," Mimi challenged finally opening her eyes to glance at Matt's tensed form.

"I'm sure I could find some way to convince you," Matt smirked kneeling down beside the bathtub Mimi still resided in.

Matt gently took the fingers of her hand in his own and gently caressed the tips with his lips. Feeling his soft kisses and hot breath on the tips of her fingers sent chills throughout her body and her back arched involuntarily with his ministrations.

"How did you get in?" Matt probed, running his tongue over her index finger.

"That's my little secret," she teased, sitting up to kiss him. Breaking off their heated kiss, Mimi grinned impishly, "Care to join me?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Matt smiled back, getting up to remove his clothing.

After an extremely sensual bath Matt and Mimi took to entertaining themselves in the kitchen, on the living room couch, in the bedroom, in the bathroom again, on the hallway wall, on the kitchen floor, and any other place they felt like it. They continued to entertain themselves all through the mourning and well into the after noon.

By the time Matt and Mimi finally got their clothes on without them being immediately ripped of again it was a few hours past supper and the hazy sun had long ago set, welcoming the evening anew. The twinkling star hung lazily in velvet black sky, accompanying the vibrant moon's journey across the midnight abyss. Matt sat out on his balcony, Mimi in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her head resting against his chest. He had his arms tightly around her waist, his head resting gently on hers, and a warm blanket around them both.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Mimi asked sighing contently.

"Beyond words," Matt whispered breathlessly, kissing her hair.

Mimi was glad that Matt couldn't see her face at that moment. Threatening tears began to sting her eyes as thousands of cruel thoughts streamed into her mind. Sitting there with him made her feel so special, like she was the only person in the world to him. But the fear that what they had done was just a one time thing griped at her heart harshly and she began questioning herself as a person and what her and Matt could ever possibly become, knowing what she was. As reality hit her, her shoulders began to shake with silent sobs.

"Mimi?" Matt murmured lifting her chin with his gentle fingers to look her in the eyes. "Mimi, what's wrong?"

"Oh Matt!" she sobbed, tears falling, "I need to know, I need to know if this is just some fling, or if it's going to be something more. I can't stay here any longer if it's just some fling, because if I do I'm going to fall so bad I'll never be able to pick myself up again. I'm all ready falling for you Matt and if I don't leave now I'll never be able to."

"Mimi," Matt smiled lovingly, brushing away her crystal tears, "I want more then just some fling with you. I want to wake up with you in my arms, I want to eat breakfast with you every morning, and I want to sit up with you and watch the world go by every night. I want to be there to make you laugh, and I want to be there to kiss away your tears. I want to make your dreams come true, and chase away your nightmares, Mimi. I want to be with you for as long as you'll have me."

Mimi's smile was ear to ear when she hugged him closer to her, "I want you forever, for as long as I live!"

Matt was shocked at her open display of emotions so soon, but he was more shocked by his own. No one he had ever met was ever so open with him, so caring and accepting. He hugged her back before she enveloped him in another body numbing kiss.

"I need to go for a walk, you want to come?" Mimi blurted out, pulling away from the kiss.

Matt held back a stifled laugh at her ability to completely go from one thing to another, "I'd love to."

"Great!" she squealed with delight, taking Matt by the hand and leading him to the front door of his apartment.

The summer evening air was warm and the light breeze cooling from the days intense heat creating the perfect conditions for a early midnight walk. Matt held his arm protectively around Mimi as they walked through the city blocks to a small park about twenty minutes away. There was a comfortable silence about them as they strolled through the park enjoying the others company.

Without even realizing it, they began to walk through a tremendous mud puddle that lay across the path for at least a couple of meters. Well at least they didn't realize it until Matt slipped.

"Ow!" he gasped as Mimi held her stomach breaking down if fits of giggles. She tried to say something, anything, but all she could do was laugh at Matt.

"Yeah, yeah, ha, ha," Matt muttered sarcastically, "now help me up."

Matt extended his hand to her and managing to control herself somewhat, she grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him up. Matt had had another idea in mind and used his grip on her to pull her down into the thick mud with him.

"Ah!" Mimi cried sitting up and looking at her mud splattered clothes. "How could you do that!"

"Just like this!" he demonstrated pushing her down into the mud again so he was pinning her into the squishy substance laughing all the way.

"Oh yeah?" Mimi challenged giggling.

"Yeah!" Matt accepted her challenge and scrunched his face at her.

Before he could stop her, Mimi lifted her hand with a first full of mud in it and smeared it all over Matt's face.

"Cheater!" Matt cried, picking up a fist full of mud himself and plastered it into her already mud-streaked hair.

It didn't take long before they were both completely cover from head to toe in mud, and totally exhausted from the "friendly" wrestling match.

"I've always wondered what that would be like," Mimi confessed lying back into the mud puddle beside a panting Matt.

"What? Mud wrestling?" Matt smirked trying to wipe the mud off his face with his sleeve but his sleeve had more mud on it then his face did.

"Yeah. I've seen it on TV and in a couple of movies a few times but I never thought it would be that fun! I don't even mind the whole getting dirty part either!"

"Well if you liked getting dirty, you are going to love getting clean," Matt assured kissing her cheek, then took a few moments to spit the mud out.

Mimi laughed, wrapping her arms around him, "Well then, why don't we get going then?"

"You read my mind," Matt said cheerily helping Mimi up but only succeeded in slipping deeper into the mud.

Laughing, Mimi tried to get up herself but found herself in the same predicament as Matt, "How are we ever going to get out of this?"

"Well if we can get to the grass, we'll probably be able to get up from there," Matt said thoughtfully.

Mimi contemplated that thought for a moment and decided it was worth a try. It took them a few attempts to reach the lush green grass, and they stood up from there and began their journey home. They got a few curious glances on the way but they were too engulfed in each other to even notice.

* * *

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!

Matt turned over groggily, smacking his wailing alarm clock. Opening his eyes her peered at the flashing red numbers.

5:15

"Ungh!" Matt grumbled, willing himself to sit up.

It was amazing! He was still tired! Ever since TK had died he had never slept for more then four hours at a time and he had slept over six hours!

"Mimi?" he whispered to see if she was awake.

He was a little startled when he found an empty space next to him but then calmed down when he saw her sitting at his desk writing in some kind of journal she had brought with her the other day.

"Good morning sunshine," she teased smiling at his weary form.

He grumbled something incoherent and sank back under the warm covers.

Mimi rolled her eyes, closing her diary and walked over to the bed. She stood at the end of the bed with her hands on her hips, scorning Matt playfully and with one fluid movement pulled the sheets off him.

"Hey! It's cold!" Matt gasped trying to pull the sheets back from her.

"Get up! Don't you have to go to work?" Mimi asked a little too cheerfully.

"I'm sure they won't mind if I take one day off," Matt sighed, giving up on getting the covers back and instead set his mind to getting dressed.

"They might not but I think you will," Mimi enlightened as she began to make the bed out of pure boredom as Matt began to search through his closet.

"And why would that bother me?" Matt questioned, pulling on a pair of boxers.

"Because I have a little business to take care of today and you'll have to do something to get your mind off me while I'm gone," She smiled innocently.

"What makes you think I want to think about you?" Matt voice was mocking but still playful.

"Who wouldn't?" Mimi said striking a pose.

Matt laughed before kissing her gently.

"All right!" Mimi ordered pushing him away, "If we don't stop now, we never will, so you get dressed and I'll make coffee."

"But we were just getting to the good part," Matt pouted and it took all of Mimi's will power to leave the room without jumping him.

She left after a quick breakfast of waffles, taking with her everything that could have been used to determine she was ever there, leaving Matt with only the memory of her voice, her touch, her being.

Matt exhaled heavily as he watched her speed away in her custom designed pink convertible. It seemed that his new companion was loaded which had amazed him when he found out. Every person he had ever met that had a name to them or had money to burn thought about themselves, and only themselves. He couldn't stand them, they were so arrogant, so selfish, so conceded, but Mimi, she possessed none of those disgraceful qualities. She was sweet, caring, and innocent, well not that innocent, she was everything that Matt had always wanted to be, everything he ever dreamed of being.

He turned, missing Mimi already and set off to go to work, and for the first time in years he despised the thought of sitting at his desk for hours at a time, grueling over unsolved serial killings, or in today's case, robberies. It took every once of will power he had just to drag himself to work.

"You're late, Ishida," Eddie Pierce snickered as Matt collapsed at his desk.

"So sue me," Matt sneered, the anger he thought he had dealt with when he had found out he had to work with Pierce was beginning to once again boil over.

"What good would that do me? You have nothing," Eddie spat back.

Matt inhaled deeply repressing the urge to punch Pierce in the face, "Bite me, Pierce."

That comment seemed to shut him up, at lest for a while. It would seem that no one had ever really challenged Pierce and when brought with the decision to step up and be a man, Pierce liked to run away with his tale between his legs.

Matt's cell phone rang harshly, causing Pierce to jump and Matt to sigh. Matt pulled out the tiny phone and held it to his ear, "What?"

"Is that anyway to greet your girlfriend?" a playful voice came through.

"Mimi? How'd you get this number?" Matt gasped wishing he had been a little more polite.

"My little--" she began.

"Secret, right?" Matt smiled, "What's up babe?"

"Babe?" Mimi smirked. She liked the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly.

"Sorry!" Matt apologized quickly, "I won't do it again."

"No, I'd prefer that you did. It makes me feel so… sexy," she decided.

"All right," Matt agreed, "So what's up, babe?"

He heard Mimi giggle before moving on, "I wanted to know it you wanted to come with me to the opening of the unveiling of… some new artists paintings tonight at the art gallery?"

"You don't know the name of the guy's work you're going to go see?" Matt chuckled.

"The only reason I'm going is because I have a social obligation to go. And I thought that since I have this new really gorgeous, really nice, really wonderful boyfriend I could show him off to everybody and make all the girls jealous," Mimi pouted, melting Matt's insides.

Matt sighed theatrically and she knew he was like putty in her hands, "I suppose I could attend, that is if I get something in return."

Mimi smiled mischievously at all the things she could do to Matt. "Well if you come with me tonight I'm sure I could find something to do to entertain you later…" she let it hang.

"And what would those things be?" Matt grinned.

"Well, I was thinking of getting whipping cream… no chocolate syrup. Yeah that's it, and spreading it all over your hot, naked body," Mimi said every word slowly and sensually to emphasize what she was getting at, "and using my tongue to lick every sweet inch off."

Matt swallow hard trying not to imagine what was going to happen later, but desperately wishing it was later. "Sounds great," Matt croaked out.

"I knew you'd see it my way," Mimi beamed triumphantly, "All right, I have to go, later."

"See you," Matt added, "babe."

Mimi giggled once more before hanging up.

"Can we get down to work now Ishida? Or am I going to have to sit through another revolting conversation between you and your girlfriend?" Pierce rolled his eyes, opening up the case file.

Matt ignored him and opened up a case file of his own.

"So… so where do you think she's going to strike next?" Pierce asked almost nervously.

"Who knows," Matt's sighed going over a bunch of useless information for the hundredth time. "It just doesn't make sense though."

"What doesn't?" Pierce asked fidgeting with his tie.

"She made dozens of robberies without even carrying a weapon, so why all of a sudden would she start to kill now?" Matt muttered almost to himself.

"Maybe… maybe she was sick of being so careful?" Pierce suggested, his eyes shifting nervously around the room.

"I don't think so, it's just not her style," Matt assured looking over the murder pictures.

"Like you would know," Pierce spat, "She's a criminal, who knows why they do anything."

"I know!" Matt sneered, "I'm a profiler, I was trained to know exactly the way criminals think and why they do what they. This case isn't making any sense, nothing's adding up."

"Whatever," Pierce ended the conversation by leaving the cramped office. "I'm going to go get some coffee."

* * *

"This is soooo boring!" Mimi whispered in Matt's ear as they made their way around the gallery.

Matt wore a black suit with a dark blue dress shirt, and Mimi came in a long pink shimmering gown. She was the focus of every girl in the room's envy as she hung onto Matt's arm possessively, and smiled at all the admiring men. Matt put his arm around her waist, holding her close to tell all the men that she was off limits.

"We could leave if you want," Matt offered looking at another canvas that was splashed with meaningless colors.

"And miss out on all the cocktail weenies? I don't think so!" she joked and he leaned in to kiss her.

Just then the room began to fill with a thick cloud of scentless, tasteless, gas that shrouded everything until nothing was visible. This happened all over the gallery, resulting in shrieks of panic and rising confusion.

"Matt? Matt, what's going on?" Mimi cried clutching onto his hand tightly.

"I don't know," Matt admitted pulling out his gun.

"Matt, I'm scared," Mimi gasped as someone pushed her from his embrace and out into the buzzing panic of the room.

"Mimi! Mimi, where are you?" Matt shouted trying to see anything at all through the thick cloud of mist, "Mimi!"

"Matt!" he heard her shout for beyond the mist.

"Mimi!" he moved closer to where he heard her voice, bumping into people on the way.

She came at him, clutching onto his arm. He wrapped his arm around her as he heard her sob with fear. "It's all right now Mimi."

"I know," her voice was barely audible, but something didn't sound right to Matt.

He decided it was just the fear in her voice but deep down inside something just didn't feel right either.

"Let's get out of here Mimi," Matt said determined.

Taking her hand, they felt their way around the gallery like a pair of blind rats in some whacked science experiment. They couldn't tell where they were going or where they had gone, but kept moving in hopes of finding an exit.

"What's that?" Mimi questioned, pointing through the smoke at a silhouette hanging above the feature painting of the evening that sat portrayed in the middle of the room.

Matt gaped, knowing whom it was. Out of all the nights, she had to pick the night that he going out with Mimi to make a heist!

"Lilly Barton!" Matt swore.

"Is she the one who's been stealing all those jewels and paintings?" Mimi questioned, her voice quivering with fear.

"Yeah, she's also the one who committed that murder I told you about. Listen Mimi I want you to try to get out without me, okay?" Matt requested.

"No, I don't want to leave you Matt," Mimi refused, squeezing his hand tighter.

"Mimi, I can handle this, but I can't do it if I have to look out for you. I just don't want you to get hurt all right? Please Mimi, please go," Matt begged.

Mimi bit her bottom lip with frustration, "All right, I'll go. Don't do anything stupid though!"

Matt smiled, "Me? Do anything stupid? Come on!"

"Just be careful," Mimi ordered sternly before running off deeper into the billowing smoke.

Bringing his gun up, Matt approached Lilly with caution, making sure not to alarm her.

When he was close enough to see her clearly and so that she couldn't run he made himself known, "Freeze or I'll shot!"

Lilly looked up calmly as if she expected to see him there. She met her sparkling blue with his, her short blond hair hanging loosely about her. She was even more beautiful in real life then she was on the security tape and Matt's breath caught instantly in his throat.

"Where am I going to go Agent? I'm hanging from the roof," she smirked bringing her arms up… down.

"How did you know I'm with the FBI?" Matt questioned regaining his senses. "I never said who I was."

Her eyes widened in shock, but she recovered quickly, "Isn't it obvious? Stiff posture, arrogant voice, point and shot attitude."

He said nothing to that but didn't accept it as the truth either, "All right Lilly, I want you to lower yourself to the ground slowly," Matt ordered.

"What ever you say Agent," she smirked.

It was still too cloudy to see every move she was making and Matt didn't see her reach into her belt and take out a small remote control. Ever so slowly she pulled herself up until she was right side up with the metallic like synthetic rope still wrapped around her legs, looping through her belt. It looked as if she were going to lower herself down but instead she pressed a small button on the remote and she was jolted up to the window in the ceiling she had come through in a little over a few seconds. What Matt also didn't notice was that upon catching her, she had already cut the canvas from the frame and placed it in a long tube. That long tube was attached to the end of the rope and when she was hoisted up the picture was hoisted up with her.

"Farewell Agent," she laughed blowing him a kiss as she fled from sight.

"Shit!" Matt swore along with a few other choice words.

After the smoke began to clear he found it easier to see, he found his out of the building and then proceeded to find Mimi. She was sitting on one of the stone benches out side of the gallery, three local cops questioning her. Matt knew that only one cop was needed to perform the easy task of questioning, and his anger flared that someone, anyone would try to move in on his girlfriend when he wasn't even there.

"Mimi!" he shouted over to her.

"Matt!" she cried, flinging herself into his arms, "I'm so glad you're all right." She kissed him numerous times before settling in for a hug.

Matt happily obliged giving the cops a venomous sneer before answering her, "Give me a couple of minutes then we can go home, okay?"

"Sure," Mimi nodded pulling away.

"Sir, she'll need to answer a few more questions, and so will you," one of the three cops that were questioning Mimi insisted.

"I'll take it from here," Matt informed pulling out his badge, "Special Agent Matt Ishida, Lilly Barton was the one that stole the painting, she's a case of mine."

The policemen looked startled and disappointed, "All right then, you're free to leave."

"Whatever," Matt rolled his eyes at the pathetic attempt at control the man exercised as he entered the already taped off building.

"What happened in there Matt?" Mimi questioned concern lacing her voice and lining her features as her followed him.

"She got away," Matt answered with shame. "I need to check out the crime scene a little okay? So can you wait out here for me?"

"Of course, Matt," she kissed him lightly before he entered the building.

Special Agent Pierce joined a few minutes later to investigate the crime scene.

"Looks like the bitch struck again," Pierce smirked pulling out a fingerprinting kit.

"She was wearing gloves," Matt explained angrily.

"So you saw her?" Pierce gasped, "Why didn't you stop her?"

"It just didn't happen," Matt said through clenched teeth.

"So you lost her," Pierce stated arrogantly.

"Drop it Pierce," Matt warned running a gloved hand over the frame that Lilly had cut the picture from.

"Admit it Ishida, you failed," Pierce pressed, just itching for a fight.

"I don't fail Pierce, I leave that up to flunkies like you," Matt met Pierce's green eyes with a cold heartless stare.

"Back off Ishida," Pierce almost squeaked lowering his eyes so he wouldn't have to meet Matt's intense gaze.

"Don't screw with me Pierce," Matt cautioned, "I always win."

Pierce stood ridged as Matt walked away to investigate the roof, murderous anger dancing it's way across his face. "We'll see Ishida, we'll see."