As the elevator doors closed Borgia tried to keep her mind focused on the shooting, as opposed to the possibilities that came to mind with McCoy's all too innocent sounding remark.

"I suppose we'll have to file charges against the son?"

"Why is that even a question, Alex?"

"After what Leland Barnes did…witness intimidation, murder…his son did what the system couldn't," she said bluntly.

"As relieved as I am to have Leland Barnes out of the way, the end doesn't justify the means Alex," McCoy said seriously.

"Jack, the man tried to have you killed,' she said softly. "If he'd succeeded…if you'd been shot…" Her voice faltered as tears began to well up once more.

McCoy put his arm around her shoulders as he ran his free hand through her hair.

"Alex, like you said it's over," he said gently. 'Leland Barnes isn't going to be able to hurt anyone again."

Borgia sucked her breath in suddenly, the feel of his hands on her overwhelming her senses and her mind.

Without thinking she reached up, bending his head down as she strained to reach his lips. She could feel McCoy's momentary hesitation and began to pull back when she realized what she had done. His hand moved from her shoulders to the small of her back as he recovered from his initial surprise. His other hand held her head still, while his tongue slid between her lips.

By the time they entered his apartment Borgia was dizzy with longing. As the apartment door slammed shut, McCoy's mouth was working it's way down Borgia neck, her back pressed against the door, her arms around his neck. She wasn't sure if it was the events of the day that made their impending coupling such an urgent need or the fact that she was finally not only acknowledging the desire she'd denied for months, but that McCoy seemed to ache just a badly for her.

She moaned softly as she felt his fingers begin to unbutton her blouse. His hands now steady and sure. As he opened the blouse he unclasped the clip at the front of the simple white bra. He stepped back, gazing with admiration at her exposed breasts. There eyes met as his hands began to fond the warm firm, flesh.

"Beautiful, Alexandra," he whispered as he found her nipples. "your body is as exquisite as everything else about you."

Borgia felt her body weaken as his lips found her breast, McCoy working her into a near frenzied state before turning his attention to the other breast. She felt lightheaded, as if she were in a dreamlike state. She could hardly believe what was happening and the effect it was having on her. She clung to him as she leaned into the door overwhelmed by the urgent need between her legs and the sensations of his hands and mouth on her.

Unable to stand it any longer, she pushed him away as she tried to regain control of her senses. He looked at her inquiringly as she reached for him. She pulled the suit jacket off in one motion as one hand struggled to remove his tie, the other hand tearing at his shirt.

"Alex, slow down," he said as he helped her with the tie.

Borgia looked up at him, her eyes wide, her hunger apparent.

"I can't", she countered as she pulled the shirt off his body, unaware of the buttons that fell to the floor. "You of all people know, life's is too short for games."

She ran her hands over him excited by the feel of his chest, the scent of his body. Borgia ran her hands over the bulge between his legs, McCoy sharply taking a breath as he pulled her to him. His mouth ravished hers as he lifted her off her feet and into his arms.

As they entered his bedroom, he set her carefully down on the bed. She reached for him. As he leaned over her, McCoy ran his hands over her body. As he kissed her mouth, a hand began to run slowly up her leg, sliding between her legs and caressing her inner thigh. Borgia pulled him closer as she rubbed her chest against his. She strained to open her legs in the confines of the skirt, finally breaking the embrace as she kicked off her shoes and reached for the zipper.

"I don't want you to have regrets later," McCoy said as he tried to catch his breath.

Borgia smiled up at him.

"Actually I should be saying that to you, Jack. You're the one on a sedative right now. I shouldn't be taking advantage of the situation."

McCoy looked down at her grinning sheepishly.

"You think you're taking advantage of me? Alex, be serious," he said frankly. "You would never have come up if it wasn't for what happened at the courthouse. You were genuinely concerned for me-"

"Of course I was concerned. A man died today, it could have been you."

"Or you," he countered as he put a arm around her, laying beside her. "You told me yourself you were afraid to stand next to me after Green and Fontana discovered that hit list."

Borgia looked up at him puzzled by his sudden change in attitude. Did she go to far? Misread the situation? Suddenly she felt a sense of dread.

McCoy lifted her chin, sensing her concern.

"Alexandra, you are a beautiful young woman - inside and out. Any man would be proud to have you give him a second glance, much less give yourself to him. As a man, I've wanted you from the moment you walked into my office seven months ago. As someone with a daughter that's almost your age, I feel compelled to give you a chance to stop and think about whether this is what you really want."

Borgia lay back down, blown away by his words. Flattered, yet slightly confused and agitated at the same time. She thought a moment before defiantly returning his intent look.

"Do you want me to go?"

McCoy pulled her to him kissing her lips gently, as he held her tightly. Borgia looked up, seeing the indecision in his eyes.

"This isn't about what I want. It's about what's right for you," he said quietly.

"Jack, what do you want me to say? That this was an impulsive mistake? That I got caught up in the moment?"

"If we do this, it will change everything - it always does."

Borgia turning away from him as she felt tears begin to blur her vision.

"Things changed the second you saw that gun today," she countered, wanting to say 'things changes the second you touched me'. "Damn you Jack. You act like you're the one that made this happen, I took the initiative - doesn't that say something to you?"

McCoy silently watched as she stood up and went into the other room. A part of him longing to go after her to have what she was so ready to offer; Alex Borgia in his arms, in his bed, in his life. Yet he remained where he was, knowing to do other wise would be unforgivably selfish.