Doris sighed as she turned off the DVD with the remote. Maybe this really hadn't been the best choice in movies. She couldn't hear it anyway over McGee's sound snoring. It had really not been her intention to put this guy to sleep again. Yet here she was. This time his head was balanced precariously on top of her. The great weight seemed to be boring her into the couch and any moment now she was sure she was going to strike oil. The arm he had been so cautious about wrapping around her now lay loosely at her side, twitching occasionally.

It really wasn't that late. If she woke him now he might be well enough rested for some action.

"Agent McGee..", she said softly.

There was no change in the rhythmical snoring. The soft touch wasn't going to cut it.

"Tim", she tried, louder.

McGee jerked awake with a snort and a great weight was lifted from her head. She felt inches taller and she knew she could use the help.

"What!" McGee looked around blearily. His eyes came to rest on Doris, "Ice cream?" he had no idea where that had come from but it seemed to make sense at the time.

"Not unless you have some", Doris replied.

McGee did an exaggerated blink and tried to figure out where he was and if this was something Tony was going to be mad about. He still had an arm around Doris: A numb arm admittedly, but it was still there and she hadn't moved it. That was probably a good sign. Then it came back to him: the movie: chick flick: one woman dying slowly rather than thousands dying quickly.

"Oh, sorry," he apologised, "did I fall asleep?"

"I seem to have that affect on you"

He smiled at her, he was really going to have to move that arm soon. Thankfully she seemed to read his distracted mind.

"Your arm must be numb", she observed, shifting her weight.

"Ahh, yes", he admitted dragging it from behind her and giving it a few bashes.

"Do you still want to watch the movie", he tried to sound enthusiastic.

"No", she said slyly, I thought we could try something better.

"Like?" he could quite believe she was suggesting what he had been hoping she would suggest. He needed to hear her say it.

She turned to face him. "I really, really like you" she said.

McGee swallowed hard. He knew from personal experience how much courage it took to say those words to someone. He also knew only too well what the rejection felt like. He was not going to do that to her. In fact, it occurred to him, he didn't even have to lie.

"I really like you too," he said earnestly.

"Good", she smiled at him, "That makes my plans a whole lot easier".

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains adding life to the shiny black hair that lay across McGee's pillow. He lay watching the red highlights dancing. The hair was so shiny it almost seemed liquid, like mercury. Abby had black hair too but it didn't have any highlights, natural or otherwise.

Making love to her was different than with Abby. Abby was like a thoroughbred race horse, in a sort of kinky way, whereas Doris was more like, well, a Chihuahua: small and. feisty, yet so delicate he thought she might snap.

He stared at her beautiful face. He hadn't seen her sleep before and he was still down 2-1 in that department, possibly 3-1 because he was sure he fell asleep before her, but he had hopes that there would be many more opportunities to redress the balance. Her eyes fluttered open gently and at this range, he could see the border between the pupil and the dark brown iris. They were beautiful eyes.

"Good morning", he smiled at her.

"Yes, it is", she agreed, stretching luxuriously like a cat. Then she looked at him suddenly, "Tony's going to kill us," she giggled.

"Ah well, I always wanted to die happy"