It had been two weeks since I started working for Criss. Over the last two weeks I've learned new things about everyone around me, moved into the new house with my boyfriend, snapped the season three photos, made myself more familiar with the show that I would be working on sometimes and managed to avoid any kind of one on one time with Criss. It's not like it was a bad thing or anything like that... well okay, maybe it was. There's too many problems that come out of talking to the man... Last time I had to tell him about a wrong shipment being sent in he gave me all kinds of attitude like it was my fault and quite frankly, he's the one that orders everything, not me. I put my key into the door of my house and pushed it opened once it was unlocked. I made my way inside dropping my bag down on the couch and walking toward the kitchen to fix myself some dinner.

"Home sweet home."

And that it was, I got off work early tonight, at 5 to be exact. Jack was still at work, he had a night shift tonight so he left for work at about 4 PM. So tonight it was just me, the TV and, I looked around in the fridge and freezer for a bit and a grin appeared on my face, Butter Pecan Ice Cream. I love my boyfriend so much... I grabbed a spoon and made my way back to the couch, where I plopped down, opened the lid on my ice cream, and grabbed the remote for some quality TV and sweets time. However it wasn't long before my cell phone started going off. Reluctantly I put down my delicious ice cream and grabbed my cell out of my bag. Instead of answering the horrid device I glared at it. The number of course was that of my dickhead boss... so I guess I thought glaring at it would make him go away. The phone stopped ringing and I smiled some, however I wasn't ready for a victory yet because I figured he would just call again, but after 15 minutes of nothing I grinned all proudly.

"I WIN!"

I tossed my phone aside and dug back into my ice cream as my eyes focused back on a rerun of House. Now, this was peaceful, this was the best part of my night and only one thing could make this better and that would be Jack being here with me. However, my peace was interrupted once again by my cell going off and once again I glared at it seeing the number that was calling.

"No no no no no! I'm relaxing damn it! Leave me alone!"

I yelled to myself, I don't know what good it'll do but it makes me feel better.

"I can see that."

I jumped a bit when the male voice responded. That voice, why? Just why? I thought to myself as I turned my head slightly and saw Criss standing there.

"How the hell did you get in here? I locked the door when I came in!"

"I'm not only good at escaping, I'm also good at getting into places. Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"Because I got off work and I wanted to spend at least one night not being called back to the damn job."

He smiled slightly at me and that's when I knew it was officially stupid to leave work on time or even actually think they'd let me off early without them calling me back in.

"You're just so welcoming you know that?"

"And you're a fucking jackass you know that?"

"It's not like you aren't paid double for your extra hours."

"It's not like I can work constantly without being fucking exhausted and tired of you."

"You are the most ungrateful woman that I know."

"And you are the most stuck up, egotistical jerk I know, whats your point?"

"Why do I even keep you as an employee?"

"Are you firing me finally?"

"No, because you may be a bitch to me but you are a great photographer and you've picked up on how to do your job really quickly."

"And I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, now show some gratitude and get the fuck out and let me enjoy my night."

"I wasn't trying to get ahold of you for the purpose of calling you back into work Gabby."

I raised a brow at him. Why the fuck was he here and trying to call me when it wasn't work related?

"Well then what did you want?"

"We're going to be filming out of town for a couple of days and we need you with us for the show. We leave tomorrow morning at 9."

"Why do I have to go?"

"For starters, I need my assistant with me, and secondly, I need a photographer too."

I shrugged a bit, over the last couple of weeks I've gotten use to this shit. I don't like it, but I've gotten use to it.

"Yea, okay, I'll be there."

I looked back to my House and started chowing down on my ice cream again, figuring that Criss would leave. But did he? Hell no, the asshole plopped down on the couch next to me and started watching the show too. Now, it's not like I mind company, it's just the company of my boss, alone, in my place of living... well we all know what happened the last time that happened. I glanced over to Criss and sighed.

"You can leave at anytime now..."

"I think I'll stick around for a bit if you don't mind. I love this show and I have a bunch of crazy fans outside the hotel back at home that I'd really rather avoid right now."

"Fine whatever..."

I put the top back on my ice cream and got up to return it to its rightful place. I got into the kitchen and opened the freezer up, as I placed the ice cream back in its spot I felt someone wrap there arms around me from behind. I shivered slightly knowing exactly who it was but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to move.

"You're incredibly sexy when your upset."

"And you're making me slightly uncomfortable..."

Just a little lie, a little white lie never hurt anyone.

"For some reason I just don't believe that."

I brought my hand up and closed the freezer door, then tried to wiggle out of Criss' grip, but it didn't work. However he did end up turning me around and pinning me against the fridge door. Why me? Why now? His face was inches away from mine and he looked on at me with a weird expression.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful, yet weirdest eyes they've ever seen?"

"I've heard that a few times actually. By the way, the answer to what you're trying is still a no."

Criss sighed but didn't move away from me at all. Instead he stared intently at me.

"Why do you fight it so much? It's pretty obvious you want it as much as I do, yet you never let it happen. Instead you'd rather run around and let both of us just be complete asses to each other."

"It's not my fault you can't handle rejection. You're the one that's the complete ass for putting me in this situation when you know damn well I'm taken."

"If you are so hung up on the guy why haven't you married him yet Gabby? Why haven't you settled down with the man after three years, or at least engaged to be married to him?"

"Because we are taking it slow..."

"Bullshit! You don't want to marry him because you don't plan on being with him for the rest of your life! Either that or you don't know if you want to be with him the rest of your life."

I thought about that for a moment and let my eyes drop to the floor. I was still pinned to this damn fridge, he wasn't letting up and now he wanted answers... well more like he thought he knew me well enough to pass judgement on my relationship. I mean, I love Jack to death, though lately... it has been dulling down in the relationship and the wonder of it was slowly fading away. I felt Criss softly place a hand on my chin and lift my head up. He stared directly into my eyes knowing that he was right about everything.

"You wont tell him that it's not interesting anymore and you wont give me a chance. Why?"

I got out of his grip finally and moved away from him, as far as possible and returned my gaze to the floor.

"You're wrong about it all... leave. Get out and don't come back. I don't want to see you outside of work ever again."

And did he take that advice? Nope, he sure didn't, instead he came back over to me and pinned me against the counter. This time instead of asking questions he just planted a kiss smack dab on my lips. I tried to fight it, really I did... Okay well I didn't, you caught me. I eagerly kissed him back and eventually he pulled away.

"That's three times now that you haven't exactly fought me off or slapped me when I've kissed you."

"Look, Criss... I can't do this kind of thing. It's completely out of character for me and I... well... I'm in a relationship with someone..."

"And by the looks of it and the feel of it, you don't exactly want to be in a relationship with this person anymore."

He shifted slightly and curled an arm around my waist and put his other hand on my cheek. I guess he felt this position was a little more right for the moment then the whole pinned against the counter thing. Yea... that was kind of a turn on but I didn't admit that of course!

"Look... I don't pry into your life outside of work, why do you keep insisting on prying into mine?"

"I honestly can't answer that question..."

"Well then I suggest you leave and come back when you have a legit answer for me."

At this point he sighed in defeat and backed away from me completely.

"If your ever ready to take a chance, you know where I am."

And with that said he left... Nothing more happened... He just left my sight and I stood in the kitchen looking down at the white tiles of the floor. What I needed right now was my brother... He's the only one that could help me out here and trust me, with how confused Criss made has made me I really need the help. I grabbed the house phone and dialed a certain number then pressed send as I brought the phone to my ear.

"Hey bro... Well I was calling to see how you were doing and whats going on right now, you know all that stuff... Well that's good to hear... Yea, there is another reason I called you, would you have some time to come visit me in Vegas?... Okay, sweet, just make the arrangements and tell me when your plane gets in so I can pick you up... Yea, I love you too, byes."

I hung up the phone with a slight smile. Thank the lord that he's actually on a break right now. If he wasn't there would be no hope what so ever of him coming here. I walked out of the kitchen and returned to my spot on the couch and before I knew it, I was out like a light. Falling asleep on the couch usually isn't me but with how hard I've been working lately, I was just exhausted.

--

The next morning I woke up in my bed, with the alarm going off in my ear. I groaned some and hit the top of the alarm to turn that horrible sound off and looked next to me to see Jack smiling. Well, that's probably how I got in bed last night.

"I take it work was a bitch babe?"

I nodded some and let out a soft sigh. I felt like shit, I seriously didn't want to go to work. Jack put his hand against my forehead and looked at me with a worried expression.

"Sweetie, you're burning up."

I got up and looked over at my boyfriend. I knew I was sick, god knows what it is but I still need to go to work.

"It happens... I need to get ready for work before I end up being late."

"You can't seriously still go to work Gabby..."

"I kinda have to... don't worry though, if I get sick there and need to puke I'll do it on my boss."

I smiled slightly and got out of bed. I threw some clothes on and a pair of shoes then grabbed my purse. I went over and gave Jack a kiss on the cheek, then left. I never said I was the smartest person in the world you know, and I'd work before calling out.

--

I walked into the office and sat down at my little area. I felt like shit and wished I would have taken Jack's advice this morning. Costa came over and set a cup of coffee down by me and I looked up at him with a smile.

"Thanks."

It was an every morning thing really, he'd come over, give me a cup of coffee, then sit down for a little chat. Only this morning I saw a slight look of worry on his face when he looked at me.

"Are you feeling okay Gabby?"

"Yea I'm fine... probably just a cold or something."

"Uh huh... you aren't coughing or sneezing."

"So...?"

I grabbed my coffee and took a sip, then looked at the work I had ahead of myself today. With a sigh I got to working on it and to my surprise Costa didn't go back to his work.

"You should go home."

"I have things to do here..."

"I'll talk to Criss and tell him your sick, he's not in yet so you can leave safely without facing him."

I just looked over at Costa, sure, Criss is his brother, but how the fuck did he know that I was avoiding Criss? I sighed a bit, it was probably for the better that I went home, I wouldn't want to make anyone else sick...

"Are you sure? I mean, I thought we were going out of town today."

"It was pushed back to next week."

I nodded and got up from my chair.

"Thanks Costa.."

"No problem Gabby."

I walked toward the door of the office and was about to open it when it ended up hitting me. Now most would think this was nothing, I on the other hand blacked out from the nice little bump to the head.

--

I woke up in... well I'm not sure where really, it was a wonderful room and all I could think was where the hell was I? I looked around slightly trying to figure out where the heck I was and got out of the oh so comfortable bed, making my way out of the room. When I looked out one of the windows I noticed I was in a room somewhere in the Luxor. Then it hit me, not literally like last time... I figured it out though. Well really, it was more like Criss was sitting on the couch in the living room. He heard me come out and looked back at me.

"How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts..."

"Would you like some motrin?"

I shook my head slightly, okay note to self, after being hit in the head and having a killer headache, don't shake your head.

"I don't take pain killers..."

I felt something rub up against my leg and looked down to see a cat... Awww a kitty, I've always wanted a kitty. I bent down and picked up the ball of fur and gave it a few pets on the head.

"And now that you've met Hammy..."

"Hammy's a little cutie, isn't that right Hammy."

I cat couldn't understand me, sure, but it purred and that was good enough for me. After a bit I placed Hammy on the ground then walked into the kitchen. I guess I made myself a little too at home, but oh well. I got into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, when I closed the fridge and went to turn around Criss was behind me. I hate that the man can just pop up behind you and you wouldn't know until you turned around.

"Yes...?"

"You're sick."

It was a statement, not a question.

"I find that utterly insulting."

"I don't mean it like that. I mean you're sick as in cough, puke, sneeze."

"I'm not sick. Just trying to get use to this weather."

"That's a lie."

"Okay well thanks for pointing that out. I'm sure I'll have it checked out soon. As for now I'm going home."

I moved around Criss and headed for the door, only instead of reaching my destination Criss grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me back to him. So lets look over this situation shall we... I'm looking at the door, being held against Criss, and his arms are around my waist... See why I avoid being alone with him?

"I don't think it would be smart for you to drive."

"And I don't think you should exactly be this touchy feely with one of your employees."

"I think you should stop making up excuses..."

"I think you should stop doing this kind of stuff to me."

"You aren't exactly fighting it."

"You aren't exactly giving me a chance to."

Criss turned me around and held me tightly, making sure I wouldn't get away. To be honest, it's not like I was trying to prevent it.

"You aren't driving right now... If you go home someone is taking you there."

"Well then I'll ask Costa for a lift."

"I think you should stay here for a while, get some more rest."

"And what would my boyfriend think if he calls me on my lunch break and I'm not there or at home?"

"It's already passed your lunch break and he already called. He knows exactly where you are."

I just blinked a bit and gave a you've got to be kidding me look and how did Criss respond to that? He smiled, that's right, the asshole smiled.

"I hope your joking..."

"You make it sound like you have something to hide."

"I have nothing to hide."

And that's about when it happened. When that thing to hide came into place. I looked up at Criss, our eyes locked, and before I knew what was going on we were locked in a kiss... Here's the thing about it though, I'm pretty sure I kissed him, not the other way around like it usually is, and where did all of this lead to? The bedroom, on the bed to be exact, and where did the clothes end up you might ask? On the floor, thats right, every last bit of clothing on either of us ended up on the floor. How does a woman explain this kind of thing to her boyfriend?