Meg stretched before swatting at her alarm. "So neither of us want to work today?" Dean's sleep-roughened voice groused against her shoulder. Keeping her eyes closed she rubbed her head against the stiff hairs on his chin, drawing a brief laugh. "We can save time and shower together." he offered.

"You just want sex."

Holding her back against his front, he nibbled on the back of her neck and muttered "Nothin' wrong with mornin' nookie." He pulled her from the bed and hauled her to the bathroom.

Meg didn't say anything until she was under the warm water, lathered, and letting the shampoo rinse from her hair. "You might have something here. I'm almost ready for work and almost feeling… ready. And I won't see you for 36 hours because you'll be working, so-squeak!" Dean spun her around and pinned her to the wall. "I, ah"

"You want me." Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

"Always."

"You want me now."

"Yes."

"You want me to make wet love to you."

"No."

"No?" Dean's voice rose in confusion.

"No. I want you to take me hard and fast. Stop fooling around, big boy." Meg grabbed his ears and pulled him into a quick kiss. Dean gripped her hips as he lined himself up with her opening and slammed himself inside. Meg threw her head back and screamed. Dean lowered his lips to the juncture of her throat and shoulder, biting down lightly as he kept up the pace he set. It took seconds for the couple to detonate together. Meg screamed Dean's name as he groaned hers into her skin.

Meg double-checked her gear back and extra BDU's, as was her usual routine. Dean locked the house and met her at the door to her truck. "I know you'll check in when you can. See you tomorrow night and we can go on our first official date. Ya know, now that we are living together, maybe we should go on that date." he said with a smile.

Meg leaned up on tiptoe to kiss Dean before murmuring, "Funny guy, at least in your own mind. Get to work, comedian."

"You love me."

"You know I do." Meg smiled to herself as she got into her truck, latched her seatbelt, and checked her mirrors. Seeing that Dean had pulled out of the driveway, Meg started her truck and backed out as well. "Let's see what the crazy ones can do today." She cranked up her radio and began singing along with Thomas Rhett's T-shirt song. Last time I sang this while I was driving, I came up on that horrendous wreck. But this song makes me think about Dean and… Good Lord I'm feeling horny already! "…lean in for one more kiss, and pretty soon you're sliding off what you've got on and slipping into my T-shirt right there; Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video; Ooh Ooh So Hot; Still got it up in my head you were moving around in the TV light; I ain't ever seen anything like your dress, my floor, the way you wore…" Meg sang, smiled, and laughed as she drove and thought about their morning escapade.

"Well, someone's in a better mood."

Meg glared. "I told you last time, that 36 hour shift came at a bad time. You know I have no problem working my shifts. Although your attitude is getting really bothersome." She headed for her locker to stow her gear. Returning to the bay, she began looking over the ambulance while the engine crew checked their gear. Minutes later, they were dispatched for a subject stuck in an elevator. Sighing, Meg looked at her co-workers. "It's going to be one of those shifts."

"You had to say it! You just had to say it!" the engine driver hollered after backing in later that afternoon.

"A stuck in an elevator… Not one, not two, three cats stuck in trees… A person locked out of their house… A person locked in their car – not a child, but a grown person! Climb across the damn seat!" The fire fighter in the front seat listed off.

"My favorite was the paper cut that was dispatched as a 'laceration to the hand'. It was literally a papercut from an envelope and the ambo and engine were dispatched! She didn't even need a bandaid!" another fire fighter recalled.

"Meg cursed us. She said it was going to be one of those days. It was all her fault." The driver shook his head.

"Yep. It was all me." Meg agreed. "All my fault. I just called it like I saw it."

"Yo! Meg! You got a phone call waiting!"

Meg picked up the phone hanging on the wall in the engine bay. "This is Meg."

"Meg, sweetie, we haven't been able to get ahold of you." Renee greeted. "We are at the trauma center with the chief. He had a massive heart attack." Meg turned her back to the wall and sank to the floor. "…not sure about… if you can… can't reach… understand… we'll make sure to keep you… if there's anything… Did you hear me, Meg?"