Glad you like it so far. I too want some more PF fanfiction. My favorite story is Escape by Ushuaia on FF.net and Climbing the Walls by Pennipotens over there. I want more too. Someone help me with that. I always figured Rachel never told anyone one because she was embarrassed by the situation, and it made her feel old when Kenny moved on with someone else so fast.



"Hmm," Max moaned, as Kenny kissed her again on her front porch.

He tightened his arms around her, as they deepened the kiss, "Max . . ."

"You want to come in?"

Kenny paused, as he took in her flushed face, "Yeah, I do . . . is this taking it slowly? If we go in there . . . stuff is gonna happen.."

Max suppressed a smile, as she pulled back slightly, "Well I usually don't put out on the first date . . . what kind of woman do you think I am?"

"We already did that. Plus isn't this like a 10th date?"

She laid her hand on his chest, "Yeah. I guess there are some things that we fast forwarded through. Last night, well . . . it was, wow."

"Max," he said carefully, not wanting to push her. I just want to hold her again, he thought, touch her, be with her, "We don't have to do anything that you don't want to. I meant it when I said I didn't want to rush this. Although I don't know if I'll ever be able to keep my hands off of you again."

She nodded slowly, "I know. I'm not sure I want you to keep you hands off of me. Come inside with me, and we'll see what happens. After all we've hung out a lot without anything happening. Slowly right?"

He kissed her again quickly, "Yeah. C'mon."



"That is interesting," Jimmy mused, eyeing the kissing couple on the porch, "They're not exactly hiding it."

"Well it's late," Jill countered, glancing at the clock on the dashboard, "They probably think that they're a lone. I guess Rachel was right."

"Wow," Skeeter agreed, as they stumbled through the door, "What exactly does this mean? Now that something is going on? I mean this confirms it. Right?"

Jimmy paused, "I don't know. What the hell are they thinking?"



"Uh, so how about a movie?," Kenny asked, as he pushed her up against the shut door.

She looked at him quizzically, "A movie?"

"Yeah, why not? We're not rushing into thing, right? Why not do a typical first date kind of thing?"

She smiled up at him, "Really? You sure you can keep your hands to yourself during a movie?"

"More so then if we went into your bedroom. I want to do right by you, you know that. You deserve that much, after our first time was on my floor."

She kissed him softly, "Last night was amazing, and I'm looking forward to repeating it soon. Tell you what, I'll go microwave some popcorn if you can find a movie. Do you want a beer?"

"Yeah," he replied, reluctant to let her out of his arms, "You sure that you can handle making popcorn?"

"It's microwavable. Even I can cook that way."

Kenny watched her disappear into the kitchen, as he rifled through the videos. At least they're not all chick flicks, he thought, and something unsexy. Something that won't make me want to throw her down on that couch and lick her all over. This should do it, car crashes and explosions.


"They probably aren't thinking," Littleton interjected, as Jimmy pushed the car door open, "Where do you think you're going?"

"To find out," Jimmy confirmed.

"You can't just go storming up there," Jill rationalized, feeling terrible for Rachel, "One, I doubt they'll answer the door. Two, it will make them really defensive about the whole thing. Everyone needs to calm down and relax, and maybe we can talk about this more rationally in the morning."

"What are you going to say anyway? There isn't any office policy that forbids dating," Skeeter added, warming up to the idea of his friends becoming a couple, "If that's what they're doing."

Jimmy gritted his teeth, "No there isn't, but."

"No buts," Jill cut in, "Tomorrow. We've invaded their privacy enough for one night."



Kenny wrapped his arms tightly around her, as she laid her head on his shoulder. Intertwining his fingers with hers, he tried to concentrate on scene playing out on the screen in front of him. That's not gonna happen, he rationalized, as her perfume reeked havoc on his thoughts. Raising her hand to his lips, he kissed it quickly, as Max glanced up at him thoughtfully.

"This isn't working for you either?," she asked carefully.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to concentrate with you looking like this?," he countered.

"Should I go put on my flannel pants and a t-shirt?"

"I don't think it would help, you've got me all hot and bothered now."

Max smiled coyly at him, and trailed her hand across his chest, "Well what's so wrong with going to bed then? We've already done it once . . . and I don't think that we're rushing into anything if we do. We know each other really well already, so . . . why not?"

"You sure?"

"Very. If you want to take something slowly," she said smiling and whispering in his ear, "How about this?"



"Jimmy, it's so early," Jill said the next morning, as he husband moved toward the backdoor, "Maybe a phone call would be a good way to start."

"I couldn't sleep all night because of this Jill. I need to get to the bottom of this, now."

"I didn't know that you cared about Rachel's personal life so much."

"It's not about Rachel, you know that. I'm worried about my department, and how whatever is going on between them will effect it."

"Is that all? You're not concerned about how this new found relationship might destroy their friendship too? You care about both of them Jimmy, so do I, so don't pretend that it's just about work."

Jimmy sighed, "Of course I'm worried about that. They're kids Jill, and I don't want them doing anything stupid."

Jill nodded in agreement, "I know, I know. Go easy on them then."



"I could get used to this,"Max whispered in his ear, as Kenny kissed her neck, "Hmm."

"Used to what?"

"Waking up with you. What?"

Kenny studied her carefully before replying, "Max? Uh, what, um . . . What are we gonna tell people?"

She placed her hand on his bare chest, and watched him thoughtfully, "What do you want to tell everybody? It's so new. It's going to complicate everything at work. What exactly are we? Dating? A couple? Or something else? Ugh, I hate trying to label stuff like this."

"I guess we better figure that out before we tell other people," Kenny said slowly, wanting to tell her that he loved her, but not wanting to spook her, "What do you want to do?"

"I guess we could," she trailed off, wishing that she could tell him how she really felt, "You know how last night never felt awkward? This does. I don't know what to call us. I don't think it's just dating because, well, look at us. Is it premature to call us, well, a couple? You just broke up with Rachel, and my last relationship was with a controlling psychopath."

"This isn't a rebound thing Max," he blurted out, pulling her closer to his side, "Not with you, never with you."

She nodded slowly, "I was kind of afraid that it was."

He kissed her on the forehead, "I care about you too much for that, you know that. And I don't think that it's premature at all."

"You don't?"

He grinned at her, "So I can call you my girlfriend?"

Max nodded, "I guess so. That makes you my boyfriend then . . . Who do you think that is?"

Kenny tried to ignore the pounding on the door, "Are you expecting anyone?"

She shook her head, "No . . . I really don't know want to see anyone else right now either. We have these two days off, and, well, I kinda want to enjoy them."

"Me too . . . ssh, listen," he trailed off, "It sounds like Jimmy."

"Can we still ignore it?"

Kenny smiled at her, and thought about how cute she looked with her hair mussed around her face, "Hell, it's your apartment . . . he doesn't sound like he's going anywhere though."

Max smiled back at him, "Well both of our cars are out of sight, so maybe he'll just go?"



Jimmy sighed in frustration, and peered around the side of the building. Where the hell are they? They weren't at Kenny's place either. Shit. I hope they didn't do something stupid, like run off and elope. Snatching his cell phone from his pocket he dialed home, "Jill? I can't find them. Either they're not answering the door, I don't see their cars, or they've fallen off of the planet."

"Maybe they just want some time alone together? If it's a new relationship and all."

"I need to know before they come back to the station! I can't have them working together if they're dating! That won't work."



"What do you eat?," Kenny asked, studying the contents of her refrigerator, "This thing is worse then mine. Do you even know what's in some of this tinfoil?"

"I'm afraid to look," Max agreed, "I think those eggs are okay, and, no, that cheese is green."

"You want to go out for something? Or," he trailed off, wrapping his arms around her, "We could order in."

Max smiled up at him, "Why do I have a feeling that we're not leaving this apartment this weekend? Tell you what, I'll run out to the store for some essentials. We can't live on eggs, beer, and moldy cheese alone. I'm a big fan of anything that I can cook in the microwave."

Kenny nodded, "Okay, okay. While you do that I might run home and get some clean clothes. You want to meet back here in an hour?"


I really wonder what people do with this stuff, Max wondered to herself, eyeing the array spices in front of her. Tossing some ground beef on top of frozen pizza, soda, bread, cold cuts, and miscellaneous other items, she jumped a little at a tap on her shoulder.

"You bitch," Rachel hissed, "How long has this been going on?"

"Rachel, uh, hi," Max replied, stepping back at the menacing look in the other woman's eye, "What are you talking about?"

"You think that I'm stupid? A stupid, old, fool? How long? I saw the way you looked at him. You just couldn't wait could you? It won't last, you're just another fling," Rachel cried, "You know that!"

"Rachel," Max repeated, "I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't you play dumb with me. I was there. I saw you two."

Max swallowed, as she began to piece together what Rachel was saying, "Where?"

"Do I need to spell it out for you? Friday night. At Kenny's. You disgusting slut. You couldn't wait until I was gone, so you could pounce."

"Oh Rachel. It wasn't like that," Max said weakly, pausing, "You were there?"

"I have a key! You two just didn't see me! I didn't want to interrupt your fun!"

"It just happened . . . We didn't want you to have to see it," Max argued lamely, wishing she could make it better for her, "I'm sorry that you had to."

"Sorry? You're sorry? You will be when he gets tired of you too," she spat, "You're just another, younger replacement in his bed. But you're slutty enough to enjoy that."



"Kenny," Jimmy called, "Wait up."

"Hey Jimmy," he said, a bit reluctantly, "What's going on?"

"I've been looking for you or Max all morning," Jimmy answered, trying to keep his voice even, "Where is she?"

"Did you try her apartment?"

"Is that where you're heading?," Jimmy asked, nodding toward his duffle bag.

"What?," Kenny asked, trying to ignore the foreboding gnawing in his gut.

Jimmy gritted his teeth, "No more games. What the hell is going on between you two?"



To be continued.