"You heard Cuddy. You should cover that thing up, you pervert," Greg told me as I caught up to him at the elevator. "You might scare some poor impressionable child."

"Excuse me? Did you just call me a pervert?" I snapped my neck around so hard I'm surprised it didn't break.

"That's what I said. I'm pretty sure I didn't call you a deaf pervert."

I lowered my voice to a rough whisper. "You all but screwed me on the kitchen floor last night and now I'm the pervert?" Thankfully there weren't many people around our conversation. If they got too close they might end up scarred for life.

"That's right."

"And you call me a queer hypocrite. Am I still that too?"

"Now that you mention it..."

I narrowed my eyes at him and muttered "Mr. Pot, I'd like you to say hello to Mr. Kettle. Mr. Kettle, this is Mr. Pot. I'm sure you two will have a lot in common."

"Enough, you perverted queer hypocrite."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Pot."

I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see that we had arrived a bit early. The elevator opened and we stepped inside. We were alone and I grinned devilishly as the doors slid shut. It was payback time. It was perfect. I couldn't have timed it better if I tried. Neither of us had any pressing emergencies at the moment, and should one come up all it took was the push of a button to get back on track. Absolutely perfect. Those extra minutes were about to be put to good use instead of getting an extra cup of coffee.

The man loved surprises. Well then, it was time he got the surprise of his life.

Greg hit the floor number, then was babbling away and I wasn't listening to a word of it. I was looking up at the floor number display, waiting ever so patiently. We were between the second and third floor. No way out. My friend turned his head away for a fraction of a second. Too perfect. It was now or never. I hit the emergency stop and a split second later the elevator came to a sudden, jerking halt.

"What the...?" Greg looked up in alarm, his eyes wide and startled.

I looked over and relished his confused expression. I would have bet a million dollars he did the same thing with me the night before. "Relax," I assured him. "We're not stuck."

"Then why the hell are we stopped between floors, genius?"

"Because I stopped us, Einstein." I answered, carefully pushing him against the wall.

He stared at me as if I had just announced that I was engaged to Carmen Electra. "What in the world is wrong with you?"

"Oh...I don't know...," I said with a chuckle and began to play with his shirt collar. "It might have something to do with the fact that I've been hanging around with the head of Diagnostics a little too long. I think he's been a bad influence on me."

The stunned expression etched on his face gave way to a knowing smile. "My, my...it seems that I've created a monster."

"Yeah, it looks that way," I murmured, and began nuzzling his neck. A very distinctive gasp of shock filled the elevator. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"You pervert," he muttered. I was more than amused to hear that he was breathless, and I could feel his pulse pounding in his neck. He need both the cane and the hand railing to keep himself upright. "Going at it right here in the goddamn elevator..."

I made my way up his neck and nibbled at his jawline. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he said simply, and pulled me into a kiss to make sure I got the message. He didn't want me to stop. So I didn't. Message sent, message received.

I could have stayed there all day. That wasn't the plan, of course, but I could have anyway. The kissing and nuzzling and giggling like teenagers went by way too fast, then evaporated like a hazy dream. Reluctantly, I broke away, smoothed out my shirt and tie, and pressed the button. The metal box jerked awake and began to take us up to the fourth floor.

"You didn't have to do that," Greg told me, still looking unsteady and flushed.

"Yes, I did," I grumbled with a little annoyance as I straightened up his shirt collar. "We had our fun. Now it's time to heal the sick."

"Hmph," he snorted, then gave me a sly smile. "So what brought this on, Jimmy?"

"I just felt like it," I answered truthfully.

The doors slid open to reveal a perplexed Chase and an agitated Foreman.

"What happened in there?" Foreman asked, his eyes wandering all over the elevator.

"Nothing," Greg answered nonchalantly and began to limp to his office.

"Why was the elevator stopped?" Chase spoke up. "You better have the maintenance guys take a look at it. The last thing we need is for one of us to get trapped in there for hours."

"I accidentally hit the emergency stop," I said, trying to look sheepish instead of shameless. "Sorry."

"That's all?" Chase didn't look convinced.

"Yes, that's all," I said.

"If you just hit the emergency stop by mistake, why were you stopped for a good five minutes?" Chase frowned. "Why did you wait so long to start it up again?"

"It wasn't that long," I told him, turning toward my office. "I didn't realize what I did. It was just an accident. No big deal."

Foreman glanced at my neck, then shook his head. "Accidently on purpose," he mumbled, then followed his boss down the corridor.