A.N.: Well, I did not expect to have Part 3 up so fast since I had no idea what to write until last night. But here it is my readers! Thanks as always for the positive feedback, and I still don't own anything.

Part III: Leaves of Three

Percy jogs into the office and beelines for the downstairs bathroom. Getting caught in three miles of traffic on the way back here after a venti soy latte made the journey miserable to say the least. Tugging on the brass door knob, she finds the oak door locked. Now she will have to use the one in the locker room. She starts to turn away but is stopped by voices behind the door.

"Hurry Chris, I'm not gonna last much longer!"

"I'm trying but these buttons are too small!"

"Just rip it off! I've got another shirt in my locker!"

"Got it!"

"Finally!"

Something lightweight smacks the other side of the door right in the center.

"Now get your pants off too!"

"Oh yeah!"

Now there is a thunk against the oak as said pants plus the belt and contents of the pockets strike the door.

"Oh please Chris, now! Now!"

"Alright, you asked for it Merri!"

"Oh yeah…yeah…that's it! Don't stop!" Merri moans languidly.

Percy shakes her head in disbelief. She cannot believe what she is having the pleasure of hearing from these too. And she really has to pee. Sighing in frustration, she rests her forehead against the solid door.

"You okay Percy?" Pride asks, having noticed her posture.

She doesn't verbalize a reply. Instead she just shakes her head and points at the door. Curious, Pride walks over to investigate.

"Oh Chris…that feels so good! Don't stop. Don't. Ever. Stop!"

"Don't worry Merri, I'ma make you feel so good!"

Pride's eyes enlarge to the size of saucers as the instant recognition of the voices behind the bathroom door.

"Christopher! Meredith!" Pride yells, banging on the door.

The pair instantly goes silent.

We know you're in there! Get out here now!" Pride booms.

"Yeah King?" Chris asks sheepishly peeking through a slant of open door.

"Get out here now, both of ya!"

Wordlessly Chris closes the door softly. There is a bunch of shuffling mixed with hushed words. Pride and Percy stand quietly and just stare at the weathered oak. A few moments later the door opens again revealing a pair of flushed and disheveled agents, especially Merri.

"Okay well, I gotta go super bad so-" Percy states pushing past the pair for the now unoccupied bathroom.

She closes the door hard causing Merri and Chris to jump slightly. Pride looms in front of them, arms crossed over his chest and face scrunched up in a serious, menacing manner.

"Ya'll wanna tell me what the hell was goin' on in there?" Pride demands

"Ya see King, I was just helping Merri with a little problem"

"I'm not stupid Christopher; I know what I heard! Percy heard it too!"

"Heard what exactly?" Merri asks.

"Heard you too getting' it on in the bathroom!"

Chris looks at Merri who returns the glance. A smile breaks out on both of their faces. Now they start to chuckle.

"What? I was puttin' cream on Merri's poison ivy rash. She's got is real bad King."

"Yeah, it's all down my back, side, and my leg with some nasty blisters too. It itches so freaking bad Pride!"

"Poison Ivy? You mean from yesterday when you tackled then wrestled with our suspect deep in those woods?"

"Yeah. I'm extremely allergic and didn't know it is so rampant down here. I've been miserable out in the field all day, until Chris helped me just now."

Pride looks at his agents, pondering this story for a moment. He knows there are more than professional only dealings going on with them, but he doesn't know to what extent. Still Merri did leave early yesterday to go to the Urgent Care in the Quarter.

"What did the Urgent Care give you for it?" he asks.

"A 1.0% Clobetasol cream. No Prednisone this time. It works well too. I just can't apply it by myself or out in the field really well." Merri explains.

"Well, you musta been itchin' real bad all day cuz' it sure sounded like Christopher was givin' you the ride of your life in there." Pride says, having decided that they are telling the truth.

"As soon as he began working the cream in real good, especially on the really blistered areas it was straight up orgasmic."

Merri turns to Chris, a satisfied smile on her face. Chris gives her a smug grin in return. Pride begins to feel awkward with them reliving their shared memory in front of him.

"Okay I gotta go see Loretta. I'll see you guys later."

Pride heads off towards Loretta's morgue. Percy, having gotten some much needed relief herself, unlocks the door and begins to exit the bathroom.

"I'm so glad I could give ya some relief Merri."

"Yeah, I needed it so bad. And don't go anywhere Christopher. I need those magic hands of yours until this hideous rash is gone."

"Of course. Wherever or whenever you need it, I'll happily be there to satisfy you."

Upon hearing this new exchange, Percy lets loose a few choice words. She really needs to get a pair of noise-cancelling headphones to wear around the office when these two are in it.

END