A/N: Hope my readers liked these two chapters! I personally really like them. I have a lot of time to write today so there may be a few more chapters up by tonight/tomorrow morning!

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Chapter 12: All in My Head

A hand on Scarlett's shoulder shook her gently and she woke with a start. Disoriented and confused, she looked around seeing Don's face only a few inches from hers. She blinked her eyes sleepily a few times, grabbing at her clothes. She wasn't naked and she wasn't wearing a fuzzy bathrobe. Instead, she was still wearing the white t-shirt and jeans she'd had on earlier that day. "What the hell," she muttered to herself.

He smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, Lett. You passed out on the couch. I didn't want to wake you but our food just got here." He placed a plastic bag onto the living room table along with two open Coronas.

Scarlett grabbed at her clothes again, still expecting to feel a fuzzy bathrobe around her body. Did I dream all of that? I must have. But it had felt so damn real. She stood up and shook her head. Scarlett walked over to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Get a grip on yourself.

Flack watched her walk away, shaking his head from side to side, an amused smile on his face. That girl was definitely something else.

She stood in front of the bathroom sink looking into the mirror above it and saw her wide-eye reflection staring back at her. She smoothed her hair down, raking her fingers through it. She splashed her face with cold water, trying to calm her flushed skin. What if she'd been talking in her sleep? she thought, an embarrassed panic flooding her. She stepped out of the bathroom and sat back down on the couch, picking up her carton of food and taking a swig of her beer.

"Don?" she asked hesitantly, popping open her styrofoam container.

"Hmm?" he asked, biting into his burger.

"Was I by any chance talking in my sleep?" Scarlett was secretly praying that the answer was no. She wasn't in the mood for explaining why she'd been moaning Flack's name in her sleep.

He shook his head, looking slightly amused as he chewed, "No, why? What exactly were you dreaming about?"

"Just, um, nothing. Bad dream," she muttered, feeling relief wash over her. It hadn't been a bad dream at all but Flack would have been the first one to bust her chops for saying something silly in her sleep. Suddenly feeling very hungry, she picked up her burger and took a huge bite out of it.

"Have you heard from Mac yet?" she asked, putting the dream out of her mind. She washed the burger down with another sip of her beer, savoring the taste.

Flack shook his head, "Give them some time to do their jobs properly, Lett."

She knew she was being impatient but she couldn't help it. She needed to get back to the lab as soon as she could to get back into work. Having time to herself was clearly driving her crazy. What the hell was going on in her head?

"I know but they must have started going through the evidence they collected at my apartment," she answered between mouthfuls of food.

"Mac said he'd call the second they found out anything important. How about you try and enjoy your evening off, eh?"

"You're right," she muttered, dropping her half-eaten burger back into the carton and laying down on the couch. "I'm just going crazy here not knowing what the hell is going on." She sat up, a thought suddenly occurring to her. "I may have off, but why are you off work?"

He looked up from his burger, "Mac didn't tell you? I'm your unofficial bodyguard. Which means that I'm technically at work right now."

She groaned, "Are you serious? They're actually assigning you to babysit me?"

"Not babysit, exactly. Just make sure some crazy idiot doesn't try and kidnap or kill you."

She made a face at him, and said "Fair enough." She couldn't argue with that logic. Instead, she'd have to appreciate all of the help she was getting. Scarlett heard her phone ringing from the kitchen, where she'd left it. As she ran over to pick it up, she crossed her fingers hoping it was news of progress in the investigation.