"So there I was, stuck in the rafters of the Warehouse with anything and everything metal hurtling towards me.." Claudia paused for a moment,"You hear that?"

When he shook his head, she scrambled to her knees to face the door and pressed an ear to it, "Exactly, let's go check!"

Rocking back to sit on her heels, she shared a grin with Fargo and jumped to her feet. She offered him a hand to help him up, hauled him into a standing position and gazed up at him. When she saw his focus drop to her mouth before returning her eye contact, Claudia pulled lightly on the hand she still held, and used the momentum to bring her lips to his. The kiss was brief, and she stepped back when she felt Fargo stiffen next to her.

"Oh. Oh god, I'm sorry," Claudia stammered as her cheeks began to burn, and moved to open the door, "I shouldn't -"

Cupping her face with both hands, Doug cut her off as he returned the kiss. He felt her smile into his mouth before wrapping her arms around his neck, molding herself against his form. Threading the fingers of one hand through her copper hair, he moved the other to the small of her back as he nipped at her bottom lip. When Claudia broke away with a breathy laugh, he rested his forehead against hers as she lightly ran her nails through the short hair at the nape of his neck.

"Or that," her voice was husky as she pressed kisses to his lips and jaw between words, "that's good too."

Fargo dropped his head to capture her mouth again when the shrill ringtone of his PDA jarred them apart. Blinking down at her, he moved to answer the call with an apologetic grimace.

"Fargo!" Jo's voice was tinny as she yelled his name. Claudia could hear her firing questions at him.

Jerking the phone away when her voice assaulted his ear drums, he extracted himself from Claudia and leaned heavily against the wall.

"Jo, slow down. I was giving Claudia a tour, and we got stuck in the lab with the Air Razor," Doug gave an exasperated sigh,"Yeah, I know it still needs work. Listen, can you just come and let us out?"

Grabbing her coat while Fargo listened to Jo on the other line, Claudia ushered him out of the supply closet. She spotted the hover board laying on the floor in a heap of science equipment and broken glass, lights flickering as the last dregs of power drained from it. Giving it a swift kick for good measure, she cleared a spot on the lab table, hoisting herself up to sit and swing her legs. She watched as Fargo frowned, pulled the phone from his ear to look at the screen, then wave it towards her.

"She hung up on me."

"How long til she gets here?" Claudia questioned as he made his way towards her.

"Not long, she walks very fast when she wants to," Fargo stopped when he stood in front of her, "So.."

"So.." Scooting forward on the table so he stood between her knees, she reached out and snagged his tie. Sitting up straight, she gently pulled the strip of fabric, bringing his head down to hers and peered up at him from under her lashes. Brushing the barest of kisses against his lips, he felt her breath as she continued to stare at him, "Now what?"

Hovering over her for a second, Fargo lifted a hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Before he could respond, she gave his tie a sharp tug to close the gap between them. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, he jumped when the intercom crackled to life.

"Ahem, excuse the interruption."

The pair slowly turned to look out the viewing window, where Jo was standing with one hand on her hip, the other on the intercom button. After giving them a pointed glare, she punched a command into the control panel, then shoved a tool between the door and frame. Shimmying the door open just wide enough, Fargo and Claudia slipped through the opening, both guiltily avoiding her eyes. They shrugged their coats on in silence, and moved to head down the hallway.

"Fargo," Jo's sharp voice caused both to stop in their tracks and finally look at her. She tossed a handkerchief at Doug, who gave her a bewildered look, "Your lipstick is smeared."

Claudia's jaw dropped for an instant, then slapped a hand over her mouth, but not before a snort of laughter escaped. Fargo could feel himself blushing furiously as he hastily wiped his mouth before turning and storming away from the laughing girls.