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Just A Little…

Revelation

Carolyn slid into the elevator, squeezing between the doors before they closed. She wasn't letting him go that easily. He ignored her dramatic display at entering the elevator with him and moved to push the button for the lobby of the building. Before he could complete his task, her hand shot out and knocked his away from the buttons.

"Not so fast, Mike," she said staring him down. He refused to make eye contact with her. Damn him! He had been acting strangely for days, ever since Alex and she had sent Bobby to talk to him. Maybe she had made a mistake entertaining the idea that there could ever be anything between them besides their professional partnership. She pushed the button to hold the elevator doors closed. "I want to talk to you."

Oh, shit! Here it comes! Mike had been anticipating it for days, ever since Bobby had attempted to sneak around the subject of Carolyn with him (although he was totally busted by Logan), trying to get information for Alex who had appeared to befriend Carolyn, or perhaps even Carolyn herself. He knew that she was pissed at him. That was the only explanation for her erratic behavior. She was angry with him for what they had done, for seeing her differently, and he did see her differently, and she most definitely had recognized it. But she had treated him harshly, teasing him, and then turning indifferent in his presence. She no doubt wanted an apology. And she deserved one.

"You think that you took advantage of me?" she asked him, knowing it was the truth but finding it just as incredulous as the first time she had heard it, from Alex revealing what Bobby had learned. He finally made eye contact with her, and it wasn't what she had expected. He didn't look pissed at her for forcing him to face his feelings; he looked relieved.

"You were drunk," he explained. "I took you home with me."

"You were drunk, too," she countered. "And I went home with you."

"You don't blame me?" he asked, confused. He hated when women pulled this kind of crap. Why couldn't anything ever be simple? Say what you're thinking. Period. Plain and Simple!

"No. Of course not!" she answered. His eyes flashed at her. So much for not pissing him off!

"Then why have you been acting so crazy?" he snapped at her.

"I've been acting crazy?" she snapped back, feeling heat rising to the surface of her face. She wasn't sure if it was because she felt like punching him really hard in the stomach or because she found herself incredibly attracted to him at the moment.

"Yes!" he retorted, barely able to fight the urge to bellow at her small stubborn form. God, she could be so frustrating! "First you say we're 'okay'-and I should've known then because 'okay' to women is almost as bad as 'fine'-then you start to flirt with me, and then because that's not confusing enough, you become the ice princess again!"

"Know what? Forget it! I don't care." she said coldly back to him, forcing calm back into her voice. That man is the most infuriating…Why was he so dense? He was right about her treatment of him even if he couldn't identify its cause. Her behavior had been rather random. But she didn't deserve him putting it all on her. It was his issue, too. He had been behaving erratically as well!

"What is your problem?" he asked in a manner that was too vindictive to ease the tension between them.

"No. I give up," she brushed him off. "I don't want to talk to you anymore."

And with that she pushed the button to start the elevator on its trip to the lobby, breaking eye contact and moving to stand beside him instead of facing him. Logan sighed pointedly. He had had quite a number of relationships with women over the years, but he never thought he'd be capable of really understanding them. They were people, smart, compassionate people, but for being of the supposed same species as himself, he was remarkably lost as to their motives and behavior sometimes-well, most of the time.

She glanced in his direction briefly. He was staring straight ahead, looking rather uncomfortable and a little ticked off. How could she let things become so screwed up? Could she really just let this go? Would they be able to get over it? Probably not. She had to do something, make things clear to him. But what?

She turned towards him and jumping up slightly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into an intense kiss. He hesitated at first, but only for a split-second before instincts took over and he returned it, grabbing her waist with his hands and leaning in slightly to relieve the pressure of her weight pulling at his neck. The elevator chimed two floors before she pulled away from him and they broke the kiss off.

"Whoa," he said, breathless. He turned away and placed a hand against the wall of the elevator, attempting to steady himself against the aftereffects of the kiss.

"Uh-huh," Carolyn agreed with her partner, feeling and thinking the exact same thing he was for the first time in weeks. She licked her lips self-consciously and turned to face the elevator doors again as they rapidly approached the lobby. After that, he had to know what her feelings were.

The sharper, more obnoxious chime of the elevator announced the arrival to its commanded destination. The doors began to slide open, but only made it an inch apart before they stuttered and jerked shut. Carolyn glanced over to the source of the interruption.

Mike had jabbed the close-door button in a rash decision. Letting her just walk off like there was nothing between them, even after that kiss, that would be a mistake. She would rethink it, want to take it back, doubt what she thought his response had been. And that would get them nowhere; they'd be stuck just like they'd been, struggling with complex emotions, failing to communicate with one another. So he grabbed her, pulled her into another passionate kiss, solidified in both their minds the rush they had felt earlier, its existence as a reflection of the attraction they had been fighting for weeks. He released her and they exited the elevator together, looking a little more disheveled than people emerging from an elevator should.

"I think that was a very productive conversation," Logan told her, smiling mischievously. A slight blush colored her cheeks and he was glad to know he had put it there. "I hope we can have more talks like this again."