I ring the doorbell, Cameron's keys in hand. I hear loud music click off inside and the door unlock. "Hey!" She has evidently just jumped off the treadmill.

"Sorry, I should have called."

"Come in" she invites, moving away into the apartment. I follow somewhat reluctantly. "Coffee?" she questions.

I nod, taking a seat at her kitchen table. She sets about making it, chugging water as she does. I take in the sparse apartment while Cameron bounces around with too much energy for this time of day. A few minutes later she joins me armed with coffee and biscotti. They're chocolate-dipped, so I grab one happily, swirling it in my coffee. "Home-made?" I ask before taking a bite. Cameron laughs at me.

"When would I make them?" She questions. "Besides, I can't cook. Trust me."

"Me neither." I admit, taking a sip of coffee. "Lasagna is the one thing I do well."

Cameron nods, taking a biscotti. "Potatoes au gratin for me." She pushes a damp curl behind her ear, smiling. "Thanks for driving last night."

"It's really no problem. I had a good time." I watch her face. She looks pleased.

"Me too."

I take a sip of coffee and her eyes linger on my face when she thinks I'm not looking. I still don't understand. Even if she is lonely; why me? "What are you doing today?" I ask her tentatively.

"I promised myself to Chase in lieu of last night." She admits sheepishly. "You?"

"I hadn't thought about it." I look out her window at the miserable weather. "Probably hiding indoors."

She nods, playing with her biscotti. We finish our coffee quietly.

"Do you mind if I shower before we go?" Cameron questions, jerking me out of my reverie.

"Go for it." I grab another of her biscotti and begin munching on it, receiving a smile.

"Okay." She gets up from the table slowly, and I watch her as she walks towards the bathroom.

She squeezes my hand as she drops me in front of my apartment. I turn towards her to find green eyes meeting my own. I smile and squeeze back. "See you later." Her eyes follow me to my door through the rain.

My day is spent alone. I decide the apartment needs cleaning and set about it systematically, trying to scrub Allison Cameron from my brain. She won't go. Later I shower, and conclude I am hungry. A glance at the clock tells me it's dinner time. Searching my cupboards I find pasta. It will do. As I set it to boil a knock at my door surprises me.

"Cameron?" I question as I open the door to her. "What's wrong?" I motion her inside and out of the rain.

She shakes her head. "Nothing."

"I thought you were with Chase." She follows me to the kitchen.

"I was."

I nod. "Hungry?"

A smile blossoms. "Sure."

I pour glasses of wine as we wait for the pasta to cook. "Why did you come?" I question, not looking at her.

"This is where I wanted to be." Her voice sounds honest enough. I turn. Her eyes are on the floor, but slowly come up to my face. Her gaze is intense and I blush, turning away again to grab the glasses of wine. I sit down beside her and slide her glass over. She chuckles and I look up. "You're cute when you're embarrassed." She explains.

"Oh." For some reason I can't think of anything else to say. My snarky quips and bitchiness seem to disappear around her. In slow motion, her fingers move towards me and brush a piece of hair out of my face, then linger. My eyes find hers. They are burning.

"Why can't I get you out of my head?" she murmurs, fingertips tracing my jawline.

Suddenly I am moving towards her, my lips finding hers and her hands tangled in my hair. Sensation floods my mind.

We come up gasping for air, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes shining.

That is the most I've felt in a long time. I examine her, still breathless. She is glowing. "The pasta's probably done." She points out.

I don't really care, and say so. She chuckles again and stands up to dump it into a colander anyway, then pulls me up and we relocate to the couch.

She is warm as she snuggles into my side, sipping wine. I am still in awe of what is happening, unable to quite wrap my head around it. I wonder if she feels the same.

Eventually the growling of my stomach wins out and I get up to swirl the pasta in sauce. Cameron watches my from the couch and I return with two bowls. "Thanks." Her lips whisper across mine. I smile beneath them, and feel her do so as well. We eat in silence, curled on the couch.

"Will you stay?" I question later, my cheek on her hair. She nods against my shoulder.

I stay awake for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of her warm body curled into mine, her breathing even and comfortable. I roll towards her, my far arm wrapping around her, and she tucks herself under my chin. For the first time in I can't remember how long, I am content.

A flutter of eyelashes on my neck spurs me awake. Cameron shifts a little in my arms. "Morning" I murmur.

"Hi." She moves so she can see me and smiles. I prop myself up on an elbow and lean in to kiss her gently. Cameron draws me down, leaning back against the pillows. I chuckle.

"You're naughty." I point out.

"I know." She agrees. "But you like it."

"I do." I place a kiss on her lips. "However, we have work."

She groans, cuddling closer into the blankets.

"If you're very good you can shower with me first." I offer.

She grins. "What if I'm bad?"

I pretend to ponder. "You can shower with me anyway."

"Well then where's my incentive?"

"I'll withhold the coffee." I decide. Cameron pouts. I grin. I love to win.

She follows me begrudgingly out of bed.

Forty minutes later, we're heading out the door. "See you at work!" I wink, pulling on my helmet. She kisses me gently.

"At work." She affirms.

We go our separate ways.