Thank you for your lovely review, Guest! I actually do have plans to continue Chapter 2 but I am waiting until I have more time and to see where they take the last few episodes of the season. Most of the others were written like this update, just on the spur of the moment when inspiration struck. Chapter 2 though, I took a bit more time with. I hope you like the future chapters as much as the ones you've already read. :)

Shaw grunted, her brow furrowing as she felt something cool and soft brush her forehead. The woman opened her eyes slowly and they widened when she realized who it was that had touched her. "Root?"

"Hello, Shaw."

"What are you doing here? I thought you had shit to do?"

Root tilted her head to the side slightly, a small smile playing at her lips. "I wrapped that up.. And just in time, it would seem. I'm sorry to see that you were injured. Was the wound cleaned?"

Shaw's frown deepened, "I uh, I don't know. I think. Where's Reese?"

"Out. My guess is, he's looking for Harold." Root said, taking a seat in the chair by Shaw's bedside. "I'm going to take a look, if that's okay?"

Shaw gave a small shrug, knowing that it was better that they made sure her injury had been cleaned properly. She watched from the corner of her eye as Root gently pulled the covers away to expose her short clad legs. There was a large, hastily applied gauze pad over her injured thigh.

Root glanced up before pulling the medical tape and gauze away enough to see the bullet hole. "Looks like he did have the sense to clean it, although… He could have been more careful with the bandage." She shook her head before redressing the wound properly.

"So, why are you here? Really?" Shaw asked, arching a brow.

"You should have killed him when you had the chance." Root said suddenly, her eyes and expression more serious. "It would have only bought us time but we need anything we can get at this point."

The room fell silent for a moment and Root pulled the covers back over Shaw's lower body. "Harold is in danger, that's why Reese left you but She seems to think he's on the right track… So I wouldn't worry too much."

Shaw's jaw flexed and she rubbed at her temples in frustration. "Damn it… Damn it!"

Root leaned over to retrieve something from the bag at her feet, "I brought you something."

Shaw lowered her hand enough that she could see the other woman, her eyes lighting up immediately when she saw the Styrofoam container. "Is that…?"

"Yes, I'll have to warm it up though."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Shaw asked, folding her arms over her chest.

Root leaned in toward the other woman until she was close enough for Shaw to hear her whisper. "If this steak is really as good as sex… Then I want to tease you a bit, make your mouth water… I find that rushing pleasure usually results in disappointment."

Shaw narrowed her eyes, "I like to consume my steaks like I like to have sex… Quickly and violently."

Root laughed, "Mmm, violence can be fun but good sex should never be rushed." She rose from her chair to head for the kitchen, "I would worship you."

Shaw watched the other woman disappear around the corner, the sharp retort she'd been planning drying up in her throat. She knew that Root was probably just trying to distract her but it was working.

Her body was warm and humming with curiosity.

And now she wasn't so sure that it was steak that she was craving.