She leads him up the stairs to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. She flips on the light. He scans the room. Beige walls, and furniture. He looks at the twin bed, and then looks at her.
"You expect me to sleep in this bed?"
"I didn't know that you were coming."
"What about the other guest room?"
"The bed in it is even smaller."
"How could it be any smaller?"
She leads him next door. She flips on the light. He stands in the doorway staring at the room. There is a crib on the far wall. There are butterfly wall decals above the crib. There is a pink blanket draped over the crib.
"I guess that you're taking this pretty seriously," he comments.
"Yeah," she nods, flipping off the light.
"You could sleep in the guest bed," he suggests.
"I just finally got the other mattress broken in."
"I guess that this will be fine."
Ten minutes later she's lying in bed with her lamp on, reading a case file when she hears footsteps coming towards her room. She looks up, and sees him standing in the doorway. He finds her sitting in the bed, leaning against the headboard. He furrows his brow.
"You have a king sized bed, and a dozen pillows?"
"I have been here for three months," she reminds him.
He notices her bump under the sheet. He furrows his brow, "Don't you ever take that thing off?"
"When I shower," she lies.
"You sleep in it? I find that hard to believe. You are always hot when you sleep."
"I have to maintain my cover. If someone comes to my door at three o'clock in the morning I certainly don't have time to scramble around, and slap on a belly."
"My room is too quiet," he tells her taking a step closer.
"Turn the ceiling fan on," she suggests.
"The mattress is like a rock."
"There are pillows," she counters.
"My feet hang over the end."
"What are you getting at?"
"I could sleep over there on that edge of the bed, and you wouldn't even notice me."
"You snore."
"I am not the only one. I don't know how you would be able to hear me over your snoring."
"Absolutely not."
"Mac, please."
"No," she replies firmly.
He takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "I haven't seen you in three months, and you don't seem even remotely happy to see me."
"I am glad that you are here to help me with the investigation."
"But you're not glad I'm here with you, are you?"
"Not particularly."
"Are you ever going to let me in?"
"I let you in once," she reminds him.
"I know."
"And it ended pretty badly."
"You haven't missed me?"
"No."
"Mac, until today I didn't have any idea where you were. The admiral wouldn't tell me anything, and you certainly didn't leave a forwarding address."
"I am tired can we discuss this later?"
"You never want to discuss it."
"Can it wait until our investigation is over?"
"We'll probably be going to court martial about that time."
"Please just go to bed."
"Okay," he agrees begrudgingly.
The following morning she rises with the sun for her morning run. She manages to return to her room before Harm even notices that she's gone. She steps into the shower, and turns the water on. She climbs into the shower, and proceeds to allow the warm water to hit her. She scrubs the sweat off her body with body wash and a bath pouf. She grabs shampoo, and methodically massages her head. She rinses out the shampoo, and applies conditioner. She know that Harm will insist upon getting started on the case immediately, despite the fact that it is Saturday. As she rinses the conditioner out of her hair she hears a door open.
"Hello?" She calls out. She doesn't elicit a response. She figures that it must be Harm closing his door down the hall. She turns off the water, and pulls back the shower curtain. She glances at the hook next to the shower, and finds that her towel is not where she left it. She looks to her left, and finds Harm sitting on the lid of the toilet holding her towel.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Do you need a towel?" He questions.
"On what planet is it okay to sneak in on someone when they're showering?"
He vacates his seat on the toilet. He approaches the shower. He holds the fluffy yellow towel close to him.
"Give me the towel, and get out!"
"No."
"No? What is it that you hope to accomplish by holding my towel hostage?"
"I think that you know."
"So you are trying to drive me insane?"
"We can do this the hard way, or the easy way," he replies.
"Give me the damn towel, Harm!" She clings to the shower curtain.
"When did you become so modest?"
"This is harassment."
"Come out, and I'll give you the towel."
"Please just give me the towel," she begs.
"It wouldn't be the first time that I've seen you naked."
"It might be the last," she warns.
"Come out, or the shower curtain is coming down," he tries to bargain.
"You're going to have a black eye when I come out."
"I will let you punch me if you just come out of the shower."
"Why are you doing this?"
He sighs, and hands her the towel. She proceeds to wrap the fluffy oversized towel around her body. She pushes the shower curtain aside, and steps out of the shower. He doesn't take his eyes off her.
"I thought that you said you take it off in the shower," he stares at the bump underneath her towel.
She swallows hard, "I can't take it off."
"Why not?"
She doesn't say anything. She grabs his hand, and presses it against her stomach.