The day of Chris's homecoming was more festive than Brody could have ever imagined. The family of course was there; Pride, Patton, Loretta, Abigail, Laurel, and Sebastian along with Addy, Dr. Wilkens and a couple people Brody recognized as neighbors from the French Quarter.

Loretta and Pride being the Cajun chefs they were had fixed a huge spread, one that even involved collard greens, shrimp n grits, jambalaya, dirty rice, okra, gumbo, crawfish pie, Andouille sausage and of course, Chris's favorite, potato salad.

Mm…you two should open up your own restaurant, Brody commented as she began to sample a little bit of everything.

"Maybe after we retire," Pride laughed, slinging his arm around Loretta. "Right now, it's just good to have our Christopher home and hopefully back at work soon."

Abigail's mouth twitched, "I hate to admit but we miss you, LaSalle. There's just somethin' about not hearing that southern accent of yours that makes the office a little too peaceful. "

"Aw…I missed you too, Probie," Chris quipped giving her a one armed hug.

Abigail's lips fell into a tight grin. She did not take kindly to term, Probie. It reminded her too much of Dinozzo. "You're lucky you're an injured man, LaSalle."

"May I borrow him a sec?" Brody asked setting her plate aside.

"Sure, just watch what you do with him."

Brody pulled Chris into the hallway and lead him into the master bathroom.

"What are ya, doin'?" Chris asked as she turned on the water to the sink and locked the door.

"I just want five minutes alone with you." Her arms wound around his neck as she began planting soft kisses to his lips.

"Have you been using flavored chapstick again?" she asked noting a distinct coconut flavor.

Chris's lips slipped into a big grin. "Cade bought it for me. It was the only kind they had at the hospital gift shop," he said before returning her kiss in full. "On a side note, are you sure we should be doing this?"

Brody brushed her nose against his, stealing another kiss. "Why do you ask?"

"Because every time you do, somethin' bad happens and lately it's been happenin' ta me."

"That's not true."

"Yeah, it is" he quipped titling her chin, "You're cursed still remember?

Brody eyed him suspiciously. "What do you mean still?"

"The old lady from the Voodoo shop is dead. If she didn't lift the curse before she died then you are cursed forever."

Brody rolled her eyes in disgust before reaching to turn off the water at the sink. "You certainly know how ruin a moment."

"Brody," he reached for arm, reeling her back to him. "I've got a house full of people," he said, cupping her face in his hands. "And one of those people is Pride."

"What? Are you afraid of Pride, Chris?" she teased. She wouldn't admit but she shuttered to think what would happen to them if Pride were to find out. As it was Abigail already suspecting something.

"He'll fire my ass and yours," The truth, Chris wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did anything to disappoint the man he affectionately called King.

"Not a chance, you're his golden boy," Brody scoffed, knowing that if anyone were to be fired it was probably going to be her.

Now, Chris would hardly call himself Pride's golden boy. BFF came to mind along with right hand man, hell there was even a time when Pride had asked him to look after Laurel if anything ever happened to him, but definitely not golden.

"Golden Boys don't do this."

Brody moaned deviously as he lifted her up onto the sink allowing his hands to rest upon her thighs. The fact that she was wearing a pair of knit leggings made it easy for him to caress all the right spots while he kissed her neck.

"Watch it, Alabama. You're moving a little fast." Brody tossed back her head gripping the countertop trying hard not to let him see that she had almost reached her guilty pleasure. Unless she wanted their first time to be in bathroom, she needed to put a stop to this now.

When he was certain he had taken her just far enough, he helped her down enjoying the satisfied look on her face.

"You know, I really like it when ya call me, Alabama," he told her pressing a kiss to her cheek.

When everyone had gone and the kitchen had been cleaned, Merri took a seat on the couch and leaned into Chris, letting her head rest across her chest.

"What are we watching?" she asked as he started to fiddle with the remote for the DVR.

"A movie called the Skeleton Key. It was filmed here at one of the old Plantations just outside N'awlins"

"Brody's face twisted slightly. It sounded like a horror flick. "I've never heard of it."

Chris's eyes lit up. This was going to be good. "Kate Hudson is nurse and she moves into this old Plantation house to take of this old guy and she ends up finding, out that a long time ago the servants of the house were actually practitioners of-

"Voodoo?" Brody answered finishing his sentence. "After all that we've been through you actually chose a movie about Voodoo?"

"Not exactly," Chris defended placing his hands on her hips as she crawled up into his lap, straddling his thighs. "It's hoodoo"

"Hoodoo? What the hell is Hoodoo?"

"It's an ancient religion that was started by the slaves who lived along the Mississippi," he swallowed fearing she was going to hurt him.

Now, Hoodoo was not be confused with Voodoo. There were similarities, Chris started to explain.

"Stop," Brody commanded running her hands underneath his shirt. "I realize you are still an injured man, but this obsession you have with Voodoo needs to stop. Otherwise, I just may have to put my own curse on you."

Obsession? He fought the urge to laugh aloud as she raked his shirt over his head and the divested her own. Taking the lead, she leaned over, sealing her mouth over his. For several minutes, they kissed, hands roaming, exploring until the need to take it to the next level could no longer be ignored.

"Bett'a watch it, I'm still an injured man."

"I promise to gentle," Brody said naughtily as she slipped off of his lap and offered him a hand up.

Brody awoke with a smile. Feeling the sensation of the cool sheets next to her bare skin, she began to shiver as a tickle formed in her stomach when her eyes met the tank top and knit pants she'd been wearing pooled on the floor.

Last night had been amazing. Closing her eyes, she drew in breath bringing back everything that had happened. Chris had been more than attentive. It was like her knew her. Every touch and caress had brought about a host of sensations that she thought were long since buried. Seemly, they were a perfect fit physically.

Sitting up, she called out to him. No answer. Tugging on the sheet, she pulled it to her face so that she could inhale Chris's clean sporty scent. Rising to her feet, she wrapped the sheet around her slender frame and padded into the kitchen.

"Chris?" she called out again before noticing the note on the frig.

Went to go check on Cade, meet up with ya later.

PS, I took your car.

"Of course you did," Brody said aloud as the front door opened exposing her to a familiar figure.

"Brody?"