Mike stared at Kate, unaware that he was staring blankly at her. "MIKE!" Kate was snapping her fingers at him and clapping her hands.

He was startled, "Sorry, lost in thought." He put his elbows on his knees, put his face in his hands and shook his head. He was very confused, scared and didn't know what he was going to do.

"Mike, you can talk to me, I'll understand," Kate said softly, pulling his hands away from his face. Mike shook his head and had that half-cocked smile on his face that she had grown to enjoy so very much, "No no, Kate, I don't think you'll EVER understand, trust me." She took his hands in hers, "Mike, I DO trust you, when will you trust me? You trust Vicki Nelson, why can't you give me a chance." She looked at him pleadingly. Mike knew she was right, but this was different. Kate seemed more fragile than Vicki. He was afraid she would not be able to handle all of this supernatural stuff.

He pulled her closer, "Look, I trust Vicki because she was my partner and you know as well as I do, if you can't trust your partner when you're a cop, you're as good as dead. " Kate rolled her eyes at him, "Please Mike. Don't give me the "she was my partner" routine. You are still in love with her aren't you?" Mike just looked at her and without thinking, he kissed her, very passionately, very softly, exploring her mouth with his tongue as if they would melt into one.

Kate moaned, pulled back and said a little hoarsely, "You are evading the question, Det. Celluci, " her eyes drowning with desire. Mike stood up suddenly and whipped her up with him, holding her close, pressing himself against her. "Well, is that a gun in your pocket..." he cut her off, "Don't even say it" He took her hand and led her into his bedroom. They both took their clothes off in unison. Kate would never tire of seeing his smooth chest, his abs so rock hard you could bounce a coin on them and those baby blues, looking at her like she was the only living being on earth. Mike took in her full breasts, her smooth stomach and her just-right amount of curve in her hips. He took her in his arms and they fell back onto the bed.

Their lovemaking was always so passionate that Mike thought it was something magical she must do to him. He kissed her breasts tenderly, she kissed his chest, licking in just the right spots. She moved slowly to his neck kissing and nipping every so slightly. He put her on top of him, where she most enjoyed, and they moved in unison, her crying out with pleasure at the very touch of him. As they kissed and rode one another, it was as if the room was on fire. As Kate reached her moment of explosion, her body spasmed so violently that Mike thought it must have been painful, but the look on her face showed otherwise. Mike then followed with his own release and she collapsed upon his chest, both breathing so heavily that it was as though they had run the Boston Marathon. "Nope, that wasn't a gun after all..." Kate whispered, reaching up to kiss him as he laughed at her joke.

Vicki was lying in Henry's arms thinking of how she had reacted to Kate being at Mike's house. Why was she jealous, after all, she's in love with Henry, right?

"This couch will never be the same," Henry said, kissing her on the forehead bringing her out of her thoughts.

Vicki giggled, "You are probably right, but it held up better than I thought it might." Her face turned serious, "It's getting close to dawn Henry, aren't you feeling it?"

Henry sat up just a little, "Yes, I am. But you know, the one difference is that I'm not frightened of it. I find that somewhat disconcerting." He was frowning at Vicki, he himself deep in thought.

"My place is closer, want to stay there?" He shook his head. "No, I have enough time to get home." He stood up and redressed, Vicki watching his every move. Although Henry had his back to her, he could sense her watching him.

"Getting a good look there?" He asked wryly. Vicki felt a flush come to her face. "What if I am, got a problem with that, since you are being slam-bam thank you ma'am right now?" she said rather sarcastically.

Henry turned around slowly knelt down beside the couch so close to Vicki's face that she could feel his breath, "I, Henry Fitzroy, Duke of Richmond, am NOT a slam-bam, thank you ma'am kind of guy. I just happen to not be a day person, yet, and if you want a repeat performance, I must be getting on, my lady." Her eyes were wide with surprise. She grabbed his face and kissed him forcefully, "You'd better have some repeats Mr. Fitzroy or I'll stake you myself." Henry's turn to be wide-eyed...

Kate slipped quietly out of Mike's room leaving him sound asleep on his bed. She had to get back home and she didn't want to wake him. How can I ever trust you if you won't trust me Mike? What will you think when I tell you? Will you accept it? she thought as she looked at his naked body on the bed-one long last look for good measure. She sighed and closed the door behind. She leaned up against the door, tears rolling down her face...How do I tell you the truth...