A/N- A day late, yes. But better late than never, right? I won't be updating next week, so Merry Christmas! And thank you all again for your wonderful reviews, I truly enjoy reading them. So please, by all means, keep them coming. :)

"Okay, I seriously need some opinions here." Kitty said as she walked down the hall in her over sized t-shirt and purple polka dot PJ shorts. She came to a stop in front of the television set which was hosting the morning news and Remy heaved a deep sigh,

"Ask me when I've finished my coffee."

Kitty ignored him and held out two outfits, one in each hand, turning to Piotr who was seated on the other end of the couch. "Which outfit is the least slutty?"

Piotr's eyebrows perked up and he looked up at Kitty, "Least?"

"Yes. I know." She sighed, dropping her hands to her sides and frowning, "My new boss is super weird about dress codes. I swear he's Amish or something; No low cut shirts, no tight shirts, no tight pants, no short skirts, no sandals, no dangly earrings... you get my point."

"Dangly earrings?" Remy knit his brow, "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Kitty held the two outfits up again and pouted, "I should have gone shopping after my first day when he made the passing comment about my "revealing cleavage"."

Remy snorted, "You don't have cleavage."

"Exactly." Kitty said with a nod, "Now here I am on day three, trying to find the line between librarian and street walker. And to make things worse, he likes his large black coffee and donut on his desk when he gets in, so I have like, fifteen minutes."

"Donut," Remy took a sip of his coffee with a snicker, "No scones, hmm?"

"Shut your hole." She snapped, turning back to Piotr, "This one is longer, but it's flashy. Is it too flashy?" She asked, holding the pink skirt against her bare legs and looking down at it.

"It is bright..."

"But the slate grey skirt is super short. Is it too short?" She looked back at Remy with a frown, "Is this too short?"

Remy sighed, "I don't know, petite. Put some nylons on with it or something."

"Nylons?" Kitty scrunched up her nose and looked back at Piotr, "You guys are worse than Rogue."

"You are short." Piotr pointed out.

She put her fists on her hips with a frown, "Well excuse me, not all of us can be Colossus."

"No," He smiled, "You are short. A short skirt would not look as offensive on you."

She raised her eyebrows and considered this for a moment, "That's a good point. Plus, then I can maybe ease my way into more brightly coloured clothes, you know? And as long as I'm wearing a higher neckline, I should be okay. Nobody will notice my legs."

Both Piotr and Remy's eyes were drawn to her bare legs and Remy shook his head, "They're gunna notice."

Piotr nodded in agreement silently, taking a drink from his mug.

Kitty's brow pinched with disappointment, "Really?"

"Yep." Remy said with a slight nod, "You got nice gams."

"Damn these gams!" She huffed, flopping down into the arm chair next to Remy.

"It is quite a curse." Piotr said with convincing sincerity, "You should start taking the elevator more."

Kitty's lower lip poked out as she glared at the two outfits she now had draped across her lap, "Well what the hell am I gunna wear? I'm clearly too hot for my own good."

Remy snorted, going back to watching the morning news and Piotr pressed his lips into a smile,

"What about your interview outfit? It is a pantsuit, yes?"

"I wore it yesterday." Kitty sighed, "I don't want to be the girl who wears the same thing every day." She pursed her lips and gave him a slight shrug, "Maybe every other day."

"This is ridiculous." Remy grumbled, setting his mug down on the coffee table with slightly excessive force and pushed himself to his feet. "It can't be that hard to pick out clothes."

Kitty looked up at him, watching as he crossed the room and started down the hall, "What, you think you can do better? You dress like Dick Tracy"

"I am with Remy, Katya. You are probably just over-thinking this." Piotr informed her, standing up to follow Remy down the hall.

"I'm telling you, these two skirts are pretty much my only options." Kitty called out as she followed them both to her room, "There's no point in looking for something else. It's like trying to get blood from a stone."

She came to a stop in her doorway, watching as Remy sifted through the clothes hanging in her closet, "Well, you certainly do like bright colours."

"Which is part of my problem." She snapped, tossing her two skirt choices on her bed, "I told you that."

"What about this?" Remy pulled out a pair of black leather pants and held them up for her to see, "These aren't too bad."

"You're joking, right?" Kitty frowned and crossed her arms, "I wear those when I go clubbing. The... three times I've been clubbing..."

"So?" Remy shrugged, looking back at the pants on the hanger in his hand, "I bet if you'd worn them on some of your interviews, you probably would have got a lot more job offers."

Kitty looked at Piotr for help. He rolled his eyes and crossed the room to take a look for himself,

"What about this?" He asked, pulling out a grape coloured turtle neck.

Kitty blinked at him, "It's a turtle neck."

"It is not bright, and it is not low cut." Piotr explained, "Your boss will not have a problem with it at all."

"Uh, I'm not 10 or trying to hide a hickey. I'm not wearing a turtle neck in public."

"Why would you hide a hickey?" Remy mumbled to himself, hanging the leather pants back in the closet and continuing to search.

Piotr pulled out another hanger, "How about this?"

"That is a prom dress."

Remy laughed, "It's long enough."

Piotr smiled as he inspected the dress, "It is pretty. I like it."

Remy continued to laugh and Kitty narrowed her eyes at him, "You guys, this isn't funny."

"I am serious!" Piotr insisted, "I like it! It has ruffles, I am sure you would look very nice in it."

"Rouching, Pete. Not ruffles. Big difference. And I appreciate your... attempt at helping, but I have to be realistic here. I'm seriously effed."

"You're not seriously effed." Remy sighed at Kitty's choice of words, "Here. This is conservative."

Kitty let out a deep sigh and rubbed a hand over her face, "That's a Nun Halloween costume."

"Can't get more conservative than that." He grinned before knitting his brow, "I thought you were Jewish."

"It's a costume Remy." Kitty replied irritably, "I'm not dead either, but it didn't stop me from dressing up like a zombie."
She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and let out a mild curse, "Great. I'm totally going to be late now."

She snatched the purple turtleneck away from Piotr and scooped up the slightly-too-short-skirt up off her bed, "I'm going to get a shower. Stay out of my underwear drawer."

Kitty stomped out into the hall to the bathroom with her clothes draped over her arm, and in her frustration was oblivious to the low buzzing sound emanating from the other side of the door. She shoved the door open, freezing dead in her tracks and going stiff, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Oh my GOD!" She screeched. "What are you doing?!"

Pyro's head snapped up, "Occupied!" He yelled back, dropping the electric razor into the sink and struggling to remain balanced with one foot propped up on the bathroom sink, as he frantically grabbed at a towel that was slightly beyond his grasp. "Get out! Get out, get out!"

Kitty stumbled backwards, all the way out of the bathroom until she bumped into the wall behind her, dropping her work clothes in a pile on the floor.

"Katya?" Piotr appeared in her doorway, stepping out into the hall with a concerned frown.

"What's your problem?" Remy frowned, following a step behind Piotr, "Are the rats back again? Dammit. I thought we finally took care of them..."

"It was horrible." She shook her head, staring at the open bathroom doorway. "There was... hair everywhere..." Her voice cracked and she put her face in her hands,

Piotr knit his brow and looked back at Remy who raised an eyebrow at Kitty,

"What the hell are you talking about? What did you see?"

"Everything, Remy. Everything."

"Jesus, Kitty!" Pyro shouted from the bathroom before appearing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist, "You ever heard of knocking?!"

"The door was open." She ground out with a deep set frown, "Why would I knock?!"

"Oh, I don't know... maybe you wanted to have a look-see at Pyro's goods?!" He snapped back, "You got a real nice view there, didn't you?!"

"Please don't remind me." She mumbled scrubbing her eyes as if to erase the memory as Remy burst out into laughter,

"You walked in on Pyro shaving his balls!" He choked out through his laughter.

"It's not funny!" Pyro shouted angrily, turning back to Kitty with a scowl, "The door wasn't open, it was closed! I know I closed it! I'm not an object Kitty. Respect boundaries!"

"Pyro," Piotr held up a hand, holding back a chuckle to the best of his ability, "I am sure it was an accident-"

"Likely story." He bit out, tightening his grip on the towel around his waist.

"Like I really wanted to see your... pee pee." Kitty sneered, "It was high on my priority list to witness a man shaving his pubes into a flame design."

Piotr grimaced and looked back at Pyro, "A flame?"

"Fire crotch! It's clever!" Pyro griped.

"That's actually pretty impressive." Remy folded his arms and nodded thoughtfully, "All those intricate turns..."

Pyro shook his head, "It wasn't easy, mate."

"Don't encourage him!" Kitty snapped.

Piotr shot out a breath and shook his head, "I just hope you will clean up the mess."

"I will!" Pyro barked indignantly, "Nobody has a problem with Kitty's long brown hairs hanging around the shower walls."

"Yeah, that hair comes from my head. Big effing difference."

Pyro narrowed his eyes at her and pursed his lips, "If you hadn't have walked in on me, you never would have known about the mess in the first place." He spun around on his heel and marched back into the bathroom slamming the door shut behind him and making sure to lock it behind him, "And don't even think about trying to phase through the door to sneak another peek!" He shouted at her through the door, before starting the electric razor back up.

"Oh, barf!" She turned her frown back to Piotr and let out a frustrated grunt, "I don't have time for this shit. Now I'm officially late. So not only will I look like a... pre-teen with a hickey-" She held up her purple turtleneck sweater, "I'll be an unshowered pre-teen with a hickey. A late one."

"You won't look like a pre-teen with that skirt. Business up top, party down below." Remy smirked, which caused Kitty's scowl to grow.

"Party down below." She grumbled, stomping back to her room to get dressed.

She slammed the door shut behind her, reluctantly pulled her clothes on, and yanked her hair up into a pony tail in an attempt to hide any mid-day greasiness which would inevitably show up after skipping her morning shower. She smeared her makeup on as quickly as she possibly could without making herself look like a clown, slipped her shoes on and rushed down the hall.

Remy and Piotr had moved their morning coffee to the kitchen, while Pyro -who was now fully clothed-was sitting in the middle of the couch, hunched over a big brown box, muttering unintelligibly to himself like a crazy person.

Kitty cut her eyes to Remy, "Should I even ask?"

Remy heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head, "Lego. It's part of his anger management routine."

"His therapist told him to find an outlet, other than setting things on fire." Piotr elaborated, knitting his brow with a cringe, "He chose Lego."

Kitty's frown grew and she turned to the nut in the living room with a hand on her hip, "Seriously?! How is he
the angry one here?! On top of being way late for work, I have to wash my eyes out with acid tonight."

Remy smirked and took a sip of coffee, "He's a private guy."

"I think it is part of his job." Piotr added, "Maybe he is some sort of spy."

Remy shook his head, "Like they'd let him carry a gun."

"Oh you all think you're so funny. We'll see who get's the last laugh." Pyro called back to them, looking up from the box. He glared at her dangerously and pointed at her with a yellow Lego brick, "You're going to rue the day you ever invaded my privacy, Katherine Pryde."

"I didn't invade your privacy!" Kitty threw her hands up in the air, "You left the damn door open!"

"Rue the day!" Pyro repeated dramatically, dumping the cardboard box of Legos out onto the coffee table, "I fight fire with fire, Kitty. You've been warned."

She shifted her eyes to Piotr who sighed and gave her a shrug, "I do not think he means that literally, but I will make sure he does not set your bed on fire while you're at work."

Kitty pressed her lips into a thin line as she shoved her arms into her jacket, "I'm so looking for a new place to live when I get home from work."