"This is Tango and Felina in the upstairs family room," said Tango, tagging the EVP session on his recorder. So far nothing had happened tonight in our investigation. Supposedly the homeowners had been experiencing odd occurrences like objects moving by themselves or the motion detector setting the security alarm off in the house while no one was home. Another thing was that the family completely avoided the room that Tango and I were in right now because they never felt comfortable staying there for more than a few minutes. As Tango did the EVP session, I set about the room with an EMF detector, trying to see if high EMFs were the real cause of the family's discomfort.

"Right now it's the same as it was when Jay and Grant were in here earlier," I said. Tango and I sat on the couch as both of us did the EVP session.

"Is there anyone present?" asked Tango.

"If there is someone here, why do you bother the family currently living here?" I asked. Almost as soon as I spoke, a crisp breeze ran across the back of my neck. "Um…okay…"

"You felt that, too?" said Tango, rubbing the back of his neck. We searched the room to find no windows open. I swung my flashlight around the ceiling to see if the breeze was caused by an A/C vent. There was nothing. Tango and I exchanged looks. He looked thoughtful. "Cracks in the outside walls?"

"That may be it. Nice call, Dave," I said, and we set about feeling along the walls with our hands and shining our flashlights. Nothing. Tango sighed.

"Apparently not." He sunk down onto the couch. The moment he did, something went flying off of the shelf behind him and hit him in the head. "Agh! Dude!"

"Dude!" I exclaimed, staring at him in shock.

"Dude!" said Steve's voice from the walkie-talkie. "We just got that on the IR camera!" Tango scrambled around on the couch and finally held up a black palm-sized hardcover book. He searched the cover for the title and finally found it on the little spine. He squinted.

"What the—'Sex for Dummies'?!" We both sat in stunned silence for a moment before bursting into hysterical laughter. Steve, Grant, Jason, and Kris walked into the room a moment later.

"What the fadge is so funny?" asked Jason, looking stern. Tango, too overcome by laughter to speak, simply handed him the book.

"T-that's what—that's what hit him!" I managed to say. Jason opened the book and a second later his eyes grew to the size of saucers. Grant took a peek and then abruptly turned away.

"Aw! What the frig?!" he said in disgust, rubbing a hand over his eyes as if to rid himself of the vision. Jason threw the book to Steve as laughter overtook him. I watched Steve's reaction in amusement. Instead of acting shocked, Steve tilted his head in curiosity and even rotated the book as if to see something at a different angle. This made us laugh even harder. Kris stole a glance of the title on the spine and wisely backed away when Steve offered the book to her.

"Okay guys, let's put that back and might as well wrap it up for tonight," said Jason once the laughter died down. Everyone started to file out of the room. Steve put the book back on the shelf and then turned and winked at me. I blushed and then went to start rolling up some cords. As I was kneeling down, I felt a smack to my bottom and turned in time to see Steve hightailing it out of the room with a smirk on his face.

I woke up out of a doze when I heard my cell phone beep, which meant there was a text message. I read it and smiled. I snuck out of the room I was sharing with Kris and headed towards the lobby. Steve was waiting when I got there. We walked outside into the crisp Alabama winter night, holding hands and shuffling our way slowly along the sidewalk. He pulled me off the path once we came to the cover of a cluster of trees. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Geez, I haven't been alone with you since forever," he said, touching his forehead to mine. I giggled and pecked him on the lips.

"Poor Steve," I said, hugging him and resting my head on his chest. "Man, that was weird tonight. The way it just flew off the shelf like that."

"What was even weirder was the technique they had on page 20," said Steve. I smacked Steve on the arm and laughed. I went back to just cuddling him until his hand slipped down to my butt and squeezed hard. I gasped and jumped.

"Stephen Gonsalves!" I nearly shrieked, dancing out of his reach. "How dare you cop a feel like that!"

"You're welcome to reciprocate," he said, smirking and advancing upon me. I bit my lip to keep from laughing and took a step back for every step forward he took. I soon found my back against a tree and Steve placed his arms on either side of me, trapping me there. "Go ahead." I giggled when he wiggled his hips.

"There," I said, reaching around to lightly pinch his left butt cheek through his jeans. He looked at me and laughed.

"You're blushing!" He grinned and stared at me. I unsuccessfully tried to turn my head away. "Your face is seriously like a tomato!"

"Stop looking at my face!" I whined. I twisted away from him so that I had my back towards him and my face was out of view.

"You've just placed us in a very awkward position," Steve teased. I meant to poke my butt out in jest, but since I didn't expect Steve to be standing that close behind me, I accidentally ground against him. I felt him stiffen behind me. I felt his hands come to rest on my hips.

"Sorry!" I said, starting to move away, but he held fast to my hips and kept me there, putting his body flush against mine. I felt breath hot on my ear as he started gently nibbling the sensitive skin right there. I nearly melted. One of his hands then left my hips to slide under my shirt and I cried out. He stopped abruptly, pulling his hands away from me.

"What's wrong? What'd I do?" He sounded worried.

"Your hands are freezing!" I said, pulling my shirt back down. I turned around to face him again. He looked at me peculiarly and chuckled. He leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips.

"Well," Steve looked at the time on his cell phone. "We might as well head back in and get some sleep."

"I want to stay out here until my face stops resembling a tomato."

"We'll be out here all night, then, won't we?" he quipped.

Laughing, I chased him all the way back into the lobby.

The radio in the van was playing "Please Come to Boston" for the third time since we arrived in Tennessee.

"Have you noticed that they keep playing songs that mention the states we happen to be driving through?" I pondered aloud to Steve. He simply made a sound of acknowledgement as he drove. We were heading from our hotel in Clarksville to the Bell Witch Cave in Adams. Steve's right hand was resting on my knee and had been there for a while now. He removed it only after we parked and had to get out. He headed off for the tour with Jay and Grant while Kris, Tango, and I stood around outside. As Tango perched on the tailgate of the van text messaging, Kris pulled me aside.

"Where were you at around two? I didn't even hear you leave when I woke up to use the bathroom," she said. I tried my best not to look guilty.

"I took a walk to clear my head a bit," I fibbed. She paused for a moment and then nodded and I let out a breath. Steve and I had decided not to tell everyone else about our relationship yet. Steve said that if Jay and Grant found out, we probably wouldn't be allowed to work cases together anymore. That would leave us with even less time spent together. The three of us sat and talked until Jason, Grant, and Steve came back several minutes later.

"Okay," said Jason, rubbing his hands together. "Let's set up."

"If a spider comes crawling on me, be prepared to kill it fast or I'm flying outta here," said Steve, shining his flashlight around the cave walls ahead of me. I smirked.

"Thought you were afraid of flying," I quipped. Steve sent me a glare over his shoulder. I walked past him and saw he was about to grab at my butt in retaliation, but I stopped him. "The IR is right over there! And what is it with you and my ass all of a sudden?" Steve smirked and was about to respond when a crash sounded from behind us. We both spun around and shone our flashlights into the darkness. There wasn't anything there that could have caused that sound.

"Is anyone there? Could you give us a sign of your presence?" said Steve. We slowly made our way down the dark tunnel in silence. About halfway down, my flashlight beam hit something shiny. A doorknob. There was a random wooden door in the cave. I grabbed the doorknob and turned. It opened with a loud creak.

"This is weird," I said. "Let's see what we can find in here." I walked on ahead, shining my flashlight around the narrow tunnel. As I walked on, it felt as if the air around me was getting heavier. I used my flashlight to see the reading on my EMF meter, and it was then that I noticed with a pang of fear something more peculiar. I looked behind me and saw nothing but darkness.

"Steve?!"