Disclaimer: I do not own Crossing Jordan. Nor have I ever owned it or the characters associated with it….it sucks, I know. The only character that is solely mine, is Liz.

Last time…

"I don't want to," Bug whined.

"We all have to do things that we don't want to do. For example, I don't want to have this conversation with you, but I am because it's my job. Now, either she lives with you or you're out of the field."

Bug took a deep breath and looked at Liz. "How many suitcases do you have?"

Liz walked into Bug's apartment, suitcase in hand. She looked around surprised at what little had changed. "Ah, home sweet home.

"Don't get too comfortable," Bug said bitterly.

"Oh, I won't baby. I won't," Liz shot back. She put her hand on her hips, "The least you can do is bring in my other suitcase…you know being a gentleman and all."

"Fine!" Bug stalked out into the hallway and picked up Liz's suitcase. He brought it into the apartment. "Your suitcase, m'lady," he said dropping the suitcase on the floor carelessly.

Liz's face fell a little. "You don't want me here, do you?"

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Bug asked sarcastically.

"Look, I really don't want to argue. Just tell me where I'm going to sleep and I'll be out of your hair."

Bug gestured to the sofa. "It pulls out."

"Okay. Thanks."

Bug realized that he had hurt her feelings. "Do you need a pillow or sheets or something?"

"Just a pillow. I can use the blanket that's on the sofa and I have some sheets in my suitcase." She busied herself unpacking her suitcase avoiding Bug's gaze.

"I'm sorry about what I said before," Bug said. "I didn't mean it."

"No, you're not and you did mean it," Liz said trying to pull out the sofa.

Seeing that she was having trouble, Bug walked over to the sofa. "Let me help," he offered.

"You don't have to. I've got it," Liz said trying unsuccessfully to pull out the bed.

"You have to push and then pull. It's kind of tricky," Bug instructed.

"I said I've got it!" Liz snapped, kicking the bed in frustration.

"Hey, you're mad at me. Don't take your anger out on my sofa," Bug joked trying to lighten the mood.

"Just shut up!" Liz said. "Just shut up."

"Look, I'm just trying to help."

"Fine!" Liz said almost in tears. "Can you just pull the bed out, please?"

Bug quickly pulled the bed out from the sofa and set it on the floor. "There you go. Happy?"

"You know what? You're an ass."

"I'm an ass?" Bug couldn't believe that she was calling him an ass. "What about you, huh? What about you?"

"What are you saying?" Liz asked not believing that they were already arguing. "That I'm a bitch? Is that it?"

"Yes, you are a bitch. A huge gigantic bitch."

"Well, if I'm a bitch, it's because you're a jackass. You've been treating me like shit ever since I got here and I really don't appreciate it."

Liz calmed down a little. She knew that Bug wasn't going to respond to her yelling at him, even though he deserved it. She took a deep breath and said in a calm voice, "Look, we are both adults and we should act like it. We are living together, temporarily. All we have to do is stay out of each others way. You think you can do that?"

Bug opened his mouth to respond with a smart comment, but was cut off by Liz.

"I'm going out with Sidney," she said. "He's going to help me look for an apartment. Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll find one tonight."

"You know he's only after one thing, right?"

"Liz gave him a long, hard look. "Like you weren't?"

The door closed behind her leaving Bug in complete silence, totally stunned.

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