"Steve?!"

I shone my light down the tunnel, but there was no sign of Steve. I instinctively reached down to my belt for the walkie-talkie that was normally clipped there, but realized with a sickening jolt that it was with Steve. I took a deep breath and then let it out.

"Okay. Wonderful," I said, and then cringed and decided not to talk out loud anymore because I was freaking myself out. I began walking back towards the door I had found, shining my flashlight around the walls.

All of a sudden, a dark form flitted across my peripheral vision. I swiveled my head to the right only to see the nothing but the cave wall. I started to walk faster. My breathing started to get faster when it felt as if something was following right behind me.

My flashlight went dead right then. I gave a little scream and ran blindly in the darkness. I ran smack into the door. I remember I had left it open before so that Steve could follow me through. I grabbed the doorknob and turned, but it wouldn't budge. A cold chill was spreading around me. I tried ramming my shoulder against the door, but to no avail. I started hyperventilating. I could actually see my breath escape me in little puffs of smoke. It felt like there was a presence behind me.

"HELP!" I yelled, pounding my fist against the door. Then there was heaviness. Air was pressing in all around me, making it hard to breathe…

When I slowly came to, I was lying against something warm and something soft was resting on my chest. I heard the buzz of a computer and figured I was in the tech van. I opened my eyes a fraction. A tattooed arm was draped over me possessively and fingers were caressing back and forth lazily over my collar bone. I felt the gentle rise and fall of Steve's chest beneath my head. I opened my eyes all the way and looked up at the monitor which was displaying four different camera views. On one square I could see Kris and Tango. Jason and Grant were nowhere to be found. In an effort to reach for Steve's arm, I realized that I was buried beneath at least five jackets. Steve must have felt my movement, because a moment later he shifted and I felt breath on the top of my head.

"How're you feeling, Fee?" he asked gently.

"What happened?"

"After we went looking for where that crash was, I lost you all of a sudden. I had no idea where you were. I asked Grant if he saw you on any cameras, but he didn't. We stopped everything and started looking for you right after that. We found the door and had to yank it open. You had fainted." I threw the jackets off of me and sat up, turning to face him.

"Something was down there," I said. "I thought you were right behind me until I realized you weren't. I turned to go back and my flashlight went out and it felt like someone was behind me…It was like in my dreams." Steve's eyes widened.

"What?" he said in disbelief. The doors to the van opened abruptly behind me and I squeaked and dove into Steve's lap. Steve cleared his throat and gently pushed me off. I looked at him and then looked back to see Jason raising an eyebrow.

"We went down that tunnel. As far as we know, we didn't catch anything. The battery was draining from the thermal. There was a dead end about forty feet in," said Jason, talking mostly to Steve. He then looked at me and beckoned to join him and Grant outside of the van. The van doors were shut behind me.

"How're you holding up?" asked Grant. He held the back of his hand up to my forehead.

"I'm fine," I said, smiling a little at Grant's fatherly instincts kicking in. However, Jason's very father-like stern look wiped it right off.

"What I wanna know is why you went off by yourself," he said, crossing his arms.

"I thought Steve was behind me," I said quietly.

"You didn't check behind you before going in?" I shook my head. He clicked his tongue. "You've got to exercise a little bit more caution on investigations like this. We were worried sick trying to find you. Grant was just about ready to call the police when we found you!" I could tell Jason was trying hard not to blow his top with me. He acted eerily similar to my father when he scolded me. I took a deep breath and relayed to them everything I had already told Steve about my experience in the tunnels, leaving out the part about the dreams.

"If something was there, then hopefully we caught it on our equipment," said Grant.

"Yeah, hopefully," said Jason. He gave me a pat on the shoulder and then spoke into his walkie-talkie. "Start wrapping it up, guys."

I was startled awake by knocking on my hotel room door. I sat up groggily. Light was peeking in through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand read 9:30AM. Kris wasn't there.

"Who is it?" I yelled with my voice all crackly.

"It's Steve!" he yelled, mimicking my crackly voice. I trudged over to open the door, and the moment I did Steve planted a wet one on me.

"Hey!" I said, pulling him into the room and shutting the door behind us. "For all you knew, it could've been Kris answering the door!"

"Nope," he said. "I know for sure Kris went off to town to look for records on the cave." He gathered me into a hug. I noticed he was holding a paper plate covered with a napkin in one hand.

"You come bearing a gift?" He handed me the plate and I lifted the napkin to the welcome sight of French toast sticks and syrup. "Oh, I love you."

"You better," he said, smirk in place, although he looked more smug than usual. "Eat up so we can help Tango with the analysis." We sat on my bed and watched TV as I ate my breakfast. "So, did you sleep well?"

"I slept surprisingly well considering what happened last night." I started licking syrup off of my fingers. I took my gaze off of the TV for a second, only to see Steve watching me intently. "Can I help you?" I watched him gulp, and then he scooted towards me. I smiled slyly and continued cleaning off my fingers. I heard him groan softly as he slid an arm across my shoulders.

"Tease," he growled into my ear, making me shiver.

"I'm sorry; did you want my French toast?" I said mischievously.

"I want something, alright." I giggled and got up, moving away from his exploring hands. I draped myself sideways across the bed, striking a model pose. He turned and looked at me, a glint in his eyes.

"You want some of this?" I purred. "Come over here and get it."

He did as he was ordered. And boy, he didn't disappoint.