Lauren's head fell back over the side of the bed. "Oh, wow." She gasped out, breathing heavy. "Wow." She repeated, and swallowed.

Bo pulled her to the center of the bed by her legs and spun her over onto her stomach. Bo brushed the hair off her neck and nuzzled it. Her hands rubbed her thighs while she pressed her body into Lauren's back. Not long after, she slowly kissed down Lauren's spine. "Mmm." Lauren sighed out.

Bo grinned against her skin and her hands traveled up Lauren's side stroking the sides of her breasts.

Bo's phone rang, stopping her abruptly. She hesitated gazing at Lauren's body longingly, but she knew she had to answer it. It might be something important about her case.

Lauren slid onto her back and watched Bo on her phone, dancing her fingers up and down Bo's stomach.

"Ok. I'll be right there." Bo ended her call and collapsed on top of Lauren capturing her lips. "I have to go. Another body's been found." She said when they pulled apart.

Bo rose to her feet and scrambled around for her clothes. She didn't have time to shower. She pulled her clothes on, in a flash.

Lauren stretched out on the bed and snuggled into the blankets.

"Do you want me to come back here when I'm done, or…" Bo asked putting on her jacket.

"Well," Lauren stopped and studied Bo. "I mean I have some study material to look over tonight and the rest of the week."

Bo glanced down at her feet.

"But..." Lauren started again. "If you want to come over and sleep, just sleep that's fine." She said and bit her lip.

Bo looked back up and gave her a half grin. "Hey, I can handle just sleeping."

"Uh, huh."

Bo groaned and leaned down and kissed Lauren. "I can."

Lauren smiled and nodded.

When Bo reached the door, Lauren whispered, "Be safe." And she rolled onto her stomach to sleep.

Bo smirked at her, for a second, and left the room.

XXXX

Tamsin was having a great Sunday. It was her day off, and she was able to relax all day. It was great. She had thought about exploring the neighborhood a bit, but she instead decided to not dress all day and hang out around the house. Unfortunately, her roommate had decided to stay in all day as well with her girlfriend, in bed. She really wished there were thicker walls in the apartment.

Tamsin, by early evening, had decided to finally get dressed and was now at the kitchen table eating a cheeseburger, her headphones on.

Bo strolled up to her and snapped her fingers, in front of her, to get her attention.

Tamsin looked at Bo broad eyed, slightly startled; she pulled her ear-buds out. "What's up?" She mumbled out with a mouth full of food.

"We need to go. A body's been found." Bo typed the address into the GPS on her phone. "It's a ten-minute drive from here."

Tamsin stood. "Another girl?" She asked throwing away the rest of her cheeseburger. She was slightly disappointed because it was a really good burger.

Bo shook her head. "Seems like the perp is shaking things up, it's a male this time. But it's connected to our case because that symbol was found carved into his chest."

"Oh, shit," Tamsin said.

Bo sent Dyson a text letting him know where to meet them. She glanced up at Tamsin. "Things are definitely escalating."

Tamsin grabbed her jacket, and they left the apartment together.

XXXX

Lauren slept for a few hours, trying to catch up on sleep on her only day off. She got restless and finally got up. She pulled out her laptop and checked her email. She sighed and rolled her eyes, reading her mom's email. She closed the laptop quickly. She knew they would plan on coming no matter what she said, but she had kept out hope that maybe they wouldn't come.

Suddenly, she remembered she never told Bo they were coming. She held in a breath mentally going over what would happen when Bo was around her parents. Sometimes, Bo and her father argued and other times he ignored her completely. There was really no way to know how it would go.

She rubbed her temples trying ease the stress headache that was beginning to pull at her head. She took out her phone. She contemplated texting Bo about her parents but decided it would be better to tell her in person. Instead, she texted Jules about what happened the night before. She only had vague memories, and her and Bo didn't talk about it.

Jules: Shit. I can't remember. We drank way too much.

Lauren clicked through a few more texts before she tossed her phone on the bed and decided to clean the apartment. Cleaning always cleared her mind and helped with her stress.

She should probably be studying, but she wasn't feeling up to it, at the moment. Her confidence was shaken a bit by losing her first patient, which, she knew, meant she should study more, but…

She turned the music on and started cleaning the kitchen.

XXXX

The next day, Bo stared at her computer screen at work. They had no luck identifying the symbol. Bo wasn't surprised, so now she was researching things on her own.

She stretched her arms up and rested them behind her head squinting at the screen. Sometimes, she wished she were a beat cop, on the ground with the people. Detective work was a lot of waiting and researching. But she did love it, usually.

Dyson and Tamsin wandered up to her desk. Dyson plopped down. "It would help if we could get access to the FBI database about that symbol."

Bo turned from her computer. "There haven't been enough bodies to get on their radar, yet. We'll need five or six more, I'd guess."

Dyson hesitated, briefly then said. "Maybe your father could help."

Bo glared at him and didn't respond.

Tamsin looked back and forth between them. "Does your father work for the FBI?" She asked when neither offered more information.

Bo shook her head, and Dyson peered up at her. "No, he's a senator."

Tamsin shivered slightly. Politicians always freaked her out. They never came off as sincere. They always appeared to be working an angle. She didn't trust people like that.

Bo stared at Dyson. "I can't go to my father over every little thing. We can figure this out. We just need to put our heads together." Her voice grew annoyed saying it. She had worked too hard to create her own career, away from her father's shadow. The last thing she wanted was to have to go to him for help with her job.

Bo glanced at the time, and it was lunchtime. "Dyson will you go with me out to lunch? I need to run an errand, and I need your help with it."

Dyson nodded, and Tamsin stood awkwardly. After a moment, she said. "I'll just eat at my desk." She walked off, and Dyson watched her for several seconds.

When Tamsin was back at her desk, Dyson said to Bo. "That was rude. You should have invited her."

Bo let out a short breath. "It's personal and about Lauren. Sorry, I don't want her tagging along."

Dyson frowned, not satisfied with her vague answer. "What about Lauren?" He asked.

Bo rose and slipped on her jacket. "You need to help me pick out an engagement ring." She said and quickly marched off.

XXXXX

Lauren was relieved to be off Evony's service for the next few weeks. But that meant she was working the floor, which was, for the most part, mundane and uninspiring work. It was a lot drawing blood for laboratory analysis, talking to family members, going with patients for tests, putting in orders for the nurses. The days were very long and she able to go on a few consults through the day, but she wouldn't be operating until she rotated back onto another surgeon's service.

Lauren grinned at her next patient drawing blood for an upcoming procedure. They had chatted a little, and he told her he was a chef.

"I love to cook." She said hoping to take his mind off all the blood samples she was taking. "But I don't have a lot of time to do it."

He watched her draw the blood, intensely. "You should always find time for the things you love."

Lauren nodded. "How long have you been a chef?"

"All my life, I suppose."

When she finished up, she noticed a tattoo on his arm. "That's an interesting symbol. I've never seen anything like that before. Do you mind me asking what it is?"

"It's a family thing." He said flatly.

"I see." She made a few notes on her tablet and started off to get his blood work to the lab.

He stopped and handed her a card from his pocket. She took it and looked at it puzzled, for a second.

He smiled at her. "If you ever want cooking lessons."

"Thank you," She smiled and walked off.

XXXX

After picking up a quick lunch, Bo and Dyson arrived at the jewelry store.

Dyson hesitated for a long minute. "Engagement ring really? You think you guys are ready for that?"

Bo huffed at him and got out of the car. "We've been together five years. It seems like its time. And I want to marry her."

Dyson followed her out of the car. "But aren't things…you two were just on a break."

"We're working through that."

He grabbed her arm loosely. "Why now?"

"I want to show Lauren she's all I want." She sauntered up the front door. "I don't want her slipping away."

Bo bent down looking through the glass case. "I don't think she would want something big and over the top."

"I think you should wait," Dyson said firm.

She peered up at him. "You don't think she'll say yes?"

"I don't claim to know what she'll say but…you need to work through your shit before you think about marriage."

"What do you know about it?" She asked before turning her attention back to the rings.

"Obviously more than you." He shot back. "What are you going to say: Hey, Lauren I know you kicked me and won't let me move back in but will you marry me?"

She stood up still looking at the glass case. "How did things get so messed up?" She sighed.

Dyson grabbed her shoulder. "Give it time and worked through it, but don't rush into something just because you're afraid she'll leave you."

"Maybe you could talk to her? See where her head's at."

He shook his head quickly back and forth. "Nope. I'm not getting in the middle of that. It's up to you to talk to your girlfriend."

Dyson left the store to wait in the car.

A cheerful salesperson sauntered up to Bo and smiled brightly. "What are you looking for?"

Bo stared at the rings, for a moment, after that she looked at the salesperson. "I guess I'll be back another time."

XXXX

Connor was almost on the ground laughing. He couldn't stop. He wiped the tears from his eyes. "I think the lack of sleep is starting to get to me." He was able to get out before another giggle fit hit him.

"You should take a few hours and sleep in the on-call room," Lauren suggested.

He shook his head. "That place smells like feet and other things and I'm on Dr. Marquise's service this week."

Lauren glanced at the time. "I have a consult with Dr. Abel. Get some sleep."

She started to walk off and almost bumped into Evony. "Dr. Lewis perhaps you should look forward when you walk."

"I was…" She trailed off and looked down at her feet. "Will do." She said after a moment.

She tried to go quickly, but Evony stopped her. "But I am glad I quite literally ran into you."

Lauren looked at her confused.

"There is something I would like to discuss with you. Would you have dinner with me?"

"I have a girlfriend." Lauren blurted out without thinking. "I love her a lot…well, we were having problems but…things are…we're…" She stopped her stumbling when she noticed the strange face Evony was making at her.

"What are earth are you going on about?" Evony asked resting her weight on one leg and tapping her other foot.

Lauren's jaw dropped and wished the floor would open up and suck her in. She was beyond uncomfortable. "I…" She started.

Evony looked at her pointedly. "You think I would risk my professional career, which I've worked so hard on, for what? A second-year intern." She laughed. "Don't flatter yourself." She glared at her. "You are really self-absorbed aren't you?"

"No!" Lauren said in a high pitch voice, her embarrassment growing by the second. "I'm not. It was only a misunderstanding. I apologize. I wasn't trying to imply anything." Her eyes nervously darted around Evony. "I think my brain's a little shattered from drawing blood all day." She did her best to force a casual smile.

"You're a surgeon you can't be getting scattered brained, as you call it." She twirled around and was off in the other direction rapidly.

XXXX

Lauren laid on the bench, in the locker room, with her hands over her face. "This is all you guy's fault. Teasing me all the time." She sat up and looked at her three friends. "She's probably going to file a sexual harassment claim against me." She slumped back on the bench and buried her face. "I'm so humiliated. How am I ever going to work with her again?"

Since her friends didn't appear to have their own lives, she had to endure their jokes and mocks. It was like a sport to them. And now she had made a fool out of herself in front of a superior because of their teasing.

Tara tried to hide her smile. "Lauren this is all part of the seduction. I'm telling you."

Lauren put her hands down and glared at her, irritation simmering in her.

"Hear me out! First, she gives you little looks until you notice. Second, she casually asks you to dinner and pretends not to be interested, that way. This lets your guard down, so she can get to know you better. Finally, she'll be removing your clothes in the on-call room while you beg her not to stop." Tara said with a playful glint in her eye.

"You watch too many movies." Lauren countered and rubbed her hands down her face. "What did I ever do to you guys to make you torment me like this?"

They laughed. "We're helping you," Connor said.

"You're not. You're making me look like a fool in front of my teacher and colleague." She wished they would find something else to joke about.

Jules sighed.

"Why so gloomy cupcake?" Tara asked.

"I wish Evony would hit on me. She's hot."

Connor nudged her, "You just really need to get laid. That's all." He said, one hand grasping a clean shirt to put on.

Jules glanced at Lauren quickly, who was completely unaware, blushed a little and her face fell to the ground. "Whatever."

Lauren rose up quickly, "I have to go apologize again. I can't allow this awkwardness to linger."

She almost ran from the locker room. Connor followed behind, needing to get back to work.

Tara shook her head at Jules. "It's been six years you need to get over that. I can't believe you still have a crush on her."

Jules looked at her and tried to appear confused. "What?"

"You slept with Lauren once over five years ago. It's time to move on."

"I am over it, but sometimes she just looks really cute and says something Lauren-like and it's like we're back in medical school, and it all comes back."

Tara patted her knee. "Crushes are temporary, crush then move on! That's how it works."

Jules sighed. "It is bad luck that she met Bo right after we slept together. Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if she never met her and we had a chance."

Tara gave her a sad smile. "She doesn't see you as anything other than a friend. You know, as well as I, that it's all Bo all the time for her. For better or worse."

XXXX

Lauren carefully walked up Evony. "Dr. Marquise I would like to apologize again for earlier. My friends," She took a deep breath, "they like to tease me, and I guess I let them get inside my head a little."

Evony narrowed her gaze and studied Lauren. "I think you have great potential as a surgeon. But I fear you lack focus. I wanted to go to dinner with you to talk about that."

"Oh," Lauren stopped to think. "I would like that if you're still interested that is."

"Call my office. My assistant will look over my schedule and set something up." She stepped closer to Lauren and narrowed her eyebrows. "You can bring your girlfriend if you want. To feel safe, that is." She said in a mocking tone.

Lauren's eyes darted away from her, feeling mortified again. "I don't think that will be necessary."

"As you wish, Dr. Lewis." With the click of her heels, was down the hall.

Lauren grimaced and walked off briskly to get back to work.

XXXX

Lauren didn't realize how late it was until Bo entered the room and crawled into bed with her after dropping her jacket and bag. Lauren shut off her computer and rubbed her eyes.

"You look as miserable as I feel," Lauren said while pushing a few strains of hairs behind Bo's ear.

Bo buried her head in Lauren's neck. "It's this case." She gave Lauren's neck a quick peek. "It's frustrating." She said sounding tired, both physically and mentally.

"We should have picked easier careers," Lauren said, after a second, through a laugh.

"I know! What were we thinking? We should go kick our teenage selves asses."

Lauren snorted a small laugh. "You'd have to kick my five-year self's ass. That's when I chose my career." Bo's head rose up and smiled at her. "I was an excellent surgeon to all my toys and stuff animals, I might add."

"I don't doubt that," Bo said and started nibbling down her jaw.

Lauren sighed and ran her fingers through Bo's hair. "My parents are coming to visit soon." She said in a low voice.

Bo's body stiffened and stopped her kisses. "Oh no, that's always a treat for me. I still can't figure out what I ever did to your dad."

Lauren kissed her head. "It's him, not you. It's his issue. You can't fix it." She assured Bo.

"What's he think about me moving out," Bo asked softly.

"I didn't tell them," Lauren said and stared off into a corner of the room.

"Why not?"

"It's not their business." She responded flatly.

"Does that mean I can move back in?" She asked slowly, keeping her eyes down.

Lauren sat quietly and closed her eyes.

Bo rested her head on her chest when she doesn't answer. "It's ok. Forget I asked."

Lauren flipped Bo on her back, and their lips met in an eager kiss.

"I thought we were only sleeping tonight," Bo said into Lauren's mouth.

"I changed my mind," Lauren said sliding Bo's shirt off. Bo closed her eyes getting lost in the kiss.

Warmth and desire surrounded them, displacing the tension that was building.

After a while, when they were done, they curled up in each other's arms, keeping the conversation on light subjects until they both drifted off to sleep.