Two weeks had passed since she had been released from Sickbay. She had returned to light duty, working on monitoring the engines since she couldn't use her right arm fully just yet. McCoy stopped by her room every night to check on her healing and to spend some time with her. He had stood with her during the entire memorial service for Nelson and Michaels as well. Having him there to hold her hand as the Captain and Scotty both spoke about the two young ensigns meant more to her than she could ever say.

However it had been three days at least since he deemed her healed enough that she did not need bandages and he had not made good on his promise. Granted she hadn't exactly brought it up to him, but she felt the need for physical contact and release that only he could give.

Which is why she made her way down to sickbay one evening after her shift was over for the day. She knew his shift would be over in another five minutes and since the ship had not run into any problems over the last few weeks there would be no reason for him to stay late. Rounding the last corner before sickbay she slowed her step a bit feeling uncomfortable. Sure they had met in similar situations before, however he had always come to her, or asked her to meet him. Maybe he wouldn't like her making such demands. Shaking her head at such foolish thoughts she steeled her resolve and practically marched through sickbay's doors.

The room looked clean and sterile as always, the supplies in their proper places. A couple of the nurses sat to one side chatting away. Obviously it was slower than normal if McCoy allowed them to socialize on duty. Changing direction she headed to McCoy's office confident that he would use this time to catch up on paper work. Sure enough he sat bent over some report or another, PADDs scattered across the large workspace. She often found it amusing that for someone so anal about keeping order in his sickbay, his office always looked like a tornado had swept through it. It made her wonder how his quarters looked.

Leaning against the door she watched him work a bit longer admiring the lines of his jaw and shoulders, the way he held the pen he used. She knew the strength that coursed through that body and into those hands very well. She also knew, and appreciated, the skill that those hands often displayed.

He must have felt her watching because his hazel eyes soon found her own dark orbs. "Well hello Darlin'. What brings you here?"

Shifting slightly she turned her head as if looking around his office, trying hard not to blush. "I seem to remember a certain doctor promising me a reward if I behaved myself in sickbay. Since I didn't escape or make anyone cry I feel I earned said reward, however I have yet to receive it."

"Is that so," his tone, while amused, held a promise that made parts of her tingle in response. Chancing a glance at him through slit eyes she found that his gaze had darkened with lust.

"It is," she pretended to examine her nails absently. "But if said doctor is not up to it…perhaps I should go find someone else?"

Leigh rarely found herself surprised, but the speed of which she found McCoy standing in front of her left her breathless. His arms slid around her waist and pulled her flush against his body. Her startled gaze met his hot one.

"No one but this doctor is going to be rewardin' you Darlin'," he growled possessively.

"Then if you would be so kind to escort me to my cabin, I would love to surrender myself to your tender ministrations," she purred, nuzzling his neck.

"Not tonight," he murmured nibbling on her ear.

"But I want too," she pouted, pulling back from him slightly.

"I meant we are not going to your cabin tonight," he corrected, smirking at her cute expression. She didn't do it often but he loved it when she pouted, it made him want to kiss her senseless.

"Oh? Then where? Here," she raised a brow daringly. "You planning on giving me a physical, doctor?"

"As much fun as that sounds," he chuckled. "I have somewhere else in mind."

"Oh? And where would that be?"

"It's a surprise."

"Hmm, I like surprises," she grinned mischievously. "Do I need to close my eyes?"

He chuckled pulling away from her to close down his computer and shut off the lights to his office. "Nope, I'd prefer you know the way to where I have in mind."

Leigh wasn't sure what to make of that so she said nothing, allowing him to take her hand and lead her out of sickbay. McCoy nodded goodnight to the nurses who all giggled at the sight of the two of them, but he didn't let go of her hand. A fact she found interesting, as he had never liked public displays of affection. Sure he had held her hand during the memorial, but that could be seen as a sign of friendship. The way he held her hand and led her to…wherever, did not scream of friendship in any way shape or form.

He led her down the hall to the turbolift, not once releasing her hand, even when they came face to face with Chekov and Sulu in the turbolift. He simple smiled at them, stated his deck of choice and settled her next to him as the lift made its way to the assigned destination. Neither ensign said a word, for which Leigh was grateful, since she herself was just as confused as them. Once the lift stopped he stepped out pulling her along, bidding the young men a good evening, receiving one surprised look and one meaningful smirk in return. Leigh still didn't say anything at that point though she did notice that they appeared to have made it to the deck that held the officers' living quarters.

Her heart rate sped up at the thought even as she tried to tell herself not to get her hopes up. However when he stopped outside a particular set of doors she couldn't hold back the smile that formed. McCoy pressed his hand to the door causing it to open.

"Just so you know, you're keyed in as well," he informed her over his shoulder. He turned around when he didn't hear her following him, finding her standing on the threshold staring at him in disbelief. "Are you going to stand there all night or do you want your reward," he teased. He paused when he noted her rather serious expression. "Monica?"

"Are you sure? You really want me to come in," she asked softly, eyes locking with his.

McCoy wasn't an idiot by a long shot and despite the dismal end to his first marriage he knew a thing or two about women and how they think. So it didn't take him long to figure out that Monica was eluding to the fact that they had never met in his quarters and that by bringing her here tonight he was signifying a change in their relationship. A change that he found he wanted to make.

He crossed back over to her, gently taking her hands in his. "Yeah, I really want you to come in. But only if you want to come in."

The smile that broke across her face lightened his heart like no other. "I've been wanting to come in for months now."

"Then get your ass in here," he chided, tugging her enough so that she stumbled inside and into his arms, the door sliding shut behind her. Grinning down at her form secured in his arms he leaned close his nose brushing hers. "Now I do believe I owe someone a reward for being a good girl in sickbay."

Leigh let her grin turn saucy and her eyes darken with lust. "Then what are you waiting for."

"Not a damn thing," he murmured as his lips captured hers.