A/N-So I couldn't NOT make mention of Game Theory, so I did...thanks again to garretelliot for beta'ing this! Getting ARRRGH emails are always quite entertaining.

She pulled to a stop in front of the familiar ramshackled building that her boyfriend lived in. Shaw had said that he could sleep absolutely anywhere and she didn't doubt him. She had heard the stories of some of the places he had stayed, in cars, under docks on the beach, from Felony Flats, Alaska to a six bedroom house in the Hamptons, there was no place the man hadn't stayed, and she supposed that a run down apartment was better than some of them.

It was just that the area it was in gave her the creeps. The last time she had been there she had been staring down the barrel of a gun in a game of life of death. But then she met Shaw and Shaw happened to live there, so she grudgingly put up with it. At least she knew where she could run to the next time.

That would be her first request if they got married, that he would either move in with her, or they would find someplace together, she refused to move in there with him, it was bad enough when she went over, she could never live there for the rest of her life. Marriage. The one thing that she still had to decide on.

"Hey." He said, opening the door in response to her knock on it. Something smelled heavenly. For a man who had spent most of his life alone, he could cook. And everything he cooked smelled just as good as it tasted.

"Hey." She repeated, following him inside, collapsing on his couch. "How was your meeting?" She asked him and he shrugged.

"Jon thinks it needs work." He moved the manuscript in question off of the table, clearing off a space for her. "A few plot holes that can be easily patched up."

"It's dedicated to me, right?" She teased him, as he leaned in to kiss her.

"Of course." He sat down next to her after a quick look at the clock. "Another twenty minutes and dinner'll be ready." They lapsed into silence. "So." He started.

"So." She repeated.

"What about you, any fun dead bodies?" She shook her head.

"Lots and lots of paperwork. I swear I'm going to die of exsanguination from the sheer amount of paper cuts." He laughed at her hyperbole and pulled her closer to him.

"Sucks for you." She glared at him and gave him a swat. He just grinned, dimples appearing on his angular cheeks.

"Can't you do it for me, you love playing with words." He shook his head.

"Playing with, not working with. My idea of work is being chained to retail hell, which when you think about it, isn't that bad. Besides, all work and no play makes Stabzy a dull boy." She grinned, a glint in her eye.

"We all know you're far from dull." He leaned in and kissed her soundly as the kitchen timer gave a strong buzz to remind them that dinner was ready.

He ran into the kitchen and grabbed two plates which he quickly piled high with a hearty helping of pasta. "So." He said again, once they had both settled down and dug into their food.

"So." She repeated, yet again.

"You think about things?" She looked up at him, unsure.

"Shaw-" She started and he raised a hand.

"It's cool," he started, kissing her. "It's alright, don't worry about it, take your time, and I'll stop pestering you." She smiled.

"Thank you." She said and he just grinned, pushing his long blonde hair back out of his face.

"No problemos mi amiga." He said, leaning across the table to kiss her once more before turning his attention back to the meal at hand.