Codeword: HNS

The same day, at work, Ria stopped by Gillian's office. "Dr. Foster?"

"Hi, Ria. Anything I can help you with?" That was a loaded question.

"Depends. Last night Eli told me he wanted more hot, nasty sex." Gillian suppressed a laugh, but failed miserably.

"Well..." Gillian cleared her throat, but looked up when the door to her office opened. Eli walked in and looked over at Ria, then back at Gillian.

"So...what's the gossip of the day?" Gillian looked over at Ria and then opened her mouth but a bubbly laugh came out. So Ria spoke up.

"Hot, nasty sex. Why do you want to know, Eli?"

"Good question, Ri." His mildly depressed glare at Ria made Gillian laugh even harder. That night, Eli sat down on the bed and watched as Ria walked to the bathroom. "So do you want to have more hot, nasty sex or not?"

"I don't know. Do you?" Eli stared at Ria in the mirror. "Just admit it. You do."

"Fine. I want more hot, nasty sex." Ria turned and promptly chucked a shoe at him. He barely flinched. Just turned his head to one side and slid into his pajamas. Navy blue cotton pajama bottoms and his favorite t-shirt. Ria came back over to the bed and sat down opposite Eli.

"Why do we always fight about sex and having children?"

"We live in an apartment, Ri." Eli got up and slipped under the covers. "You and I kind of just happened. We don't know what we're gonna do." Ria rolled her eyes dramatically at his statement, and stood. She hopped over the shoes and to her side of the bed. "And besides, you're always talking with Gillian about us. I feel...like...I NEED A HUG!" Ria tugged on one of his coffee colored curls.

"Well then, give yourself a hug. I'm going to sleep." She turned over so that her back faced him, and she felt the bed give under his weight as he sat up. "Eli?"

"The light." He stumbled back over to the bed, and slid back under the covers. Ria still didn't face him, so he leaned over her and whispered, "Tickle fingers." Ria's eyes grew wide and she turned to face him.

"Not fair, Eli!" She saw him smile in the pale moonlight coming in from the window, and she saw the oh-so mischievous glint in his eyes. Eli leaned over and kissed Ria goodnight.

"Are you sure you don't want to have hot, nasty sex?"

"ELI." She groaned her complaint, and then Eli smirked.

"Okay, okay. No hot, nasty sex." There was a long pause, and then Eli spoke again. "Ri?"

"Hmm?" He moved closer to her and pulled her into his arms.

"Love you."

"Mmm," was her response. The next morning, Ria passed Gillian in the hallway. "Hey, Gillian."

"Morning, Ria. Any HNS last night?" Ria's face flushed red.

"No. Although Eli suggested it." Gillian bit her lip, trying to not to burst into a fit of laughter in the hallway. Cal walked out from his office.

"Morning Foster, Torres." All Gillian could do was laugh. Ria rolled her eyes, trying to keep her own laughter from pouring out. Cal looked at Gillian, shrugged, and then looked over at Ria. All Ria had to say was, 'Eli', and Cal nodded. He walked back into his office. Eli walked down the hallway and Gillian took a deep breath.

"Morning, Gillian, Ri." Gillian had composed herself in time to greet Eli and walk into Cal's office.

"Gillian asked if we had any HNS last night." Eli quizzically stared at her. "Hot nasty sex."

"Oh." Eli nodded and walked around Ria. What happened next let them see a new side of Gillian. And Cal.

A/N: Sorry about that entire HNS thing. Somehow, I can see Ria and Eli arguing about it. Gotta love those P.S. I Love You references. More hilarity soon.