Lexie was at home decorating the inside of her house for Christmas. It was in two weeks. She'd been trying to decorate her tree since December 1st. Every time since she'd be called into work. Sure enough as soon as she started, she was called into work. She'd just gotten to the office.

"We finally got a lead on the serial bank robber, known as the Nixon robber." Jubal said. "He'd robbed ten banks in three years." "He's called the Nixon robber because he wears a president Nixon mask while doing so." "An hour ago he attempted to rob First Manhattan National Bank." "A bank costumer, by the name of Mike Hoffman, pulled off the robbers mask and was shot and killed." "We ran the robber through facial rec and got a hit." It was pulled up on the screen. "Jonathan Jones, Caucasian, thirty-two, unemployment." "We'll be deploying on his address immediately."

They went to the address. Omar knocked on the door.

"Jonathan Jones, FBI!" He yelled. He kicked in the door. They heard movement upstairs.

Lexie and Omar went upstairs with their guns drawn. Lexie found him in a bedroom trying to open a window. She went to tackle him and went through the second story window together. They tumbled down the roof and hit the ground. Jubal cuffed him.

"Lexie, careful you have a piece of glass in your hand." Stuart said. She had a piece of glass in her right palm. She was bleeding bad.

Lexie was taken to an onsite ambulance where she received ten stitches. Stuart came over to her.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah, just an occupational hazard."

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

"I'm fine."

A week later Lexie was at a banquet hall. The bureau was throwing a Christmas party. Lexie was wearing a red dress. Stuart came up to her.

"Hi." She said.

"Hi." "You look nice."

"Thanks."

"Want a drink?"

"Yeah."

"Champagne?"

"Yeah."

An hour later Lexie decided to go home. She was outside waiting for her car. Stuart came outside.

"Going home?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Me to."

"I'm gonna decorate my Christmas tree."

"Cutting it a little close."

"Every time I try we get a new case."

"Need any help?"

"You can come help me if you want."

Lexie and Stuart had just walked through Lexie's front door.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" She asked.

"Yes."

They finished the tree in a half hour. Lexie had just one more ornament to put. It was of a ballerina that played Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata when wound up at the bottom. She wound it up and put it on the tree.

"This used to be my favorite thing to dance to when I did ballet." She said. "I used to dance to it for hours."

"Wanna dance?"

She looked at him and smiled. "You know how to dance."

"Yes I know how to dance." He went up to her. They started to slow dance.

"Good."

"Thanks."

"I figured stock brokers had two left feet."

"Well I did." "Then I joined the FBI and got rhythm." She laughed. "You have a beautiful smile."

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were flirting with me agent Scola."

"Guilty as charged agent Dalton." He kissed her. She kissed him back. They stopped dancing and were kissing intensely.

They went up to Lexie's bedroom continuing the intense kissing. He unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor. She quickly unbuttoned and removed his shirt doing the same thing with his pants and boxers. He undid her bra and took it off before putting her on the bed. He was on top of her. He saw the scars on her breasts. She looked at him with shame in her eyes. "Your body is beautiful." He said. He kissed her, then lowered his head and started kissing the middle of her chest. "Stuart." She moaned while running her hands through his hair. He continued lower slowly removing her panties. When he came back up to her he slipped inside her. She whimpered. He looked at her concerned. "It's only because I haven't for such a long time, I'm fine, I promise." They kissed. He started to move. "Oh Lexie." He groaned. "Oh Stuart." She moaned. They went slow for the next fifteen minutes. He started to go gradually faster. "Oh my god." She moaned loudly. "Oh Lexie you feel so good." "Oh, oh, oh, mmmm, oh my god, Stuart." She moaned giving in. "Lexie." He groaned giving in. They fell asleep without another word.

Later that night Lexie's eyes shot open from a nightmare. She got out of bed carefully, not to wake Stuart. She put on his shirt and went to the bathroom.

"No I was in a good mood." She thought. "Do what Dr. Price told you."

Lexie lowly started to count.

"One, two, three, four, five, six seven, eight, nine, ten."

"Lex?" Stuart called.

"I'll be right there."

Five minutes later Lexie came back into the bedroom and got back in bed.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Stuart asked.

"I was trapped in the basement but I was the age I am now and I couldn't fight back."

He kissed her. "It's ok baby." She snuggled up to him.