Title:  "It Could Be Love"
Rating: NC-17 for consensual f/f sex
Spoilers: None
Content: Scully/Reyes Romance
Summary:  Dana and Monica take that final step in their relationship 
but quickly run into trouble.

Disclaimer:  All the X-Files characters including, but not limited to
Dana Scully, Monica Reyes, and John Dogget that are included in this 
story are not mine.  They belong to Chris Carter, 10-13 and FOX.  I'm
not making any money from this, so please don't sue.  It's just my 
way of satisfying my twisted imagination. 

Authors Notes:  This is number five in a series of stories beginning 
with "I'll Be Here."  The story right before this one was "Ready to 
Face the World."  You'll want to read them first if you want to 
completely understand this story.  

This story contains consensual sex between two females.  If you don't
like reading about that or if you're under 17 then please don't read 
any further.  Thanks.

On with the show...

"It Could Be Love"

"Okay Agent Scully, please tell me you've got good news for us..."  
John Dogget ran his fingers through his hair looking rather 
perturbed.  
     Dana stopped in front of his desk, holding her autopsy 
reports.  "Actually, I have some very good information for you.  Our 
supposed murder victim was not murdered by anyone, or anything.  She 
had a congenital heart defect; no one probably even knew about it.  I
can definitely say that this was the cause of her death and it is 
completely unrelated to the reports of ghostly apparitions roaming 
her hall that night."
     John sighed.  "Thank God that's over...I don't think I could 
stand listening to another hotel tourist whose been fed all the local
ghost stories."
     Monica, who'd been listening from her desk, chuckled.  "You 
should've seen John's face when five people in a row told us the same
exact story."  Dana smiled at Monica, shaking her head.  
     "Anyways, here's the report.  I'd love to stay and chat, but I 
need to finish up the notes from another autopsy."  Placing the 
folder on Dogget's desk, she turned and left the room.
     Monica looked up at John, "I'll be right back."  Rushing out 
into the hall she caught Dana right as she was getting on to the 
elevator.  "Hey Dana!  Wait a sec."
     Dana swallowed the lump in her throat.  Last weekend she and 
Monica and decided to pursue a relationship.  They hadn't gone beyond
kissing, but it had been so hard working all week around her, not 
being able to touch her.  Now it was Friday.  "Yeah?"
     Monica stepped up to the elevator and grinned at Dana.  "Can I 
come over after work, or do you have other plans?"
     'Ha!  Me...other plans...'  she felt like laughing.  "That's 
fine, or I could go over to your place..."
     Monica thought for a second then shook her head.  "No, your 
place is closer."  Then she reached out and squeezed Dana's 
hand.  "I'll be over around 6:15 or so."  She stepped back, allowing 
the elevator doors to close between her and Dana.  Turning back to 
the office, she felt like humming.  She still couldn't believe that 
her attraction to Dana was not a one-way thing. 
     John cleared his throat, snapping Monica back into 
reality.  "What was the big rush? Did Agent Scully forget something?"
     "No, I, uh, had to ask her about an unrelated matter."
     "Oh, okay."
     The partners worked in silence, typing up the paperwork for 
their most recent case.  After awhile, Monica got antsy.  She looked 
up at the clock and groaned.
     "Is something wrong?"
     "Yeah..." she remarked.  "Time is going by too damn slow."
     "What, you got a hot date or something?"
     Monica blushed.  "Something like that."
     John tilted his head like a confused puppy.  He didn't know 
about any new guy in Monica's life."  'I'm just glad she has a 
life...she deserves to have some fun.'  Glancing at their paperwork 
he got up and took the sheets remaining on Monica's desk.
     "What are you doing John?"
     "It's been a long week.  You go home; I'll finish up the 
paperwork."  When it looked like she was going to argue, he 
insisted.  "Go on Monica.  I can tell your mind is elsewhere right 
now.  It's okay, really."
     Monica smiled.  "Thanks John."  'Hmm...I have some time to pick 
up some wine, even go home and change before going to Dana's now.'
     As she walked out the door, she hear John call out, "Have a good
weekend!"  'If only you knew...'

     At 5:30 on the dot, Dana got up and left, eager to get home.  
The first thing she did after getting home was change clothes.  'I 
don't want to appear too...eager or dressy, but I want to look nice 
for Monica.'  After five minutes of deliberation, she finally settled
on a pair of black jeans and a grey sweater that showed just a hint 
of cleavage.
     Seeing that it was getting late, Dana rushed into the kitchen 
and thrust the pre-made casserole into the microwave.  'Thank God I 
was smart enough to make a couple dishes last week and freeze them.'
     As a last-minute thought, Dana grabbed her newest-CD, Moby's 
Play, and stuck it in.  'Why am I so nervous?'  She didn't have time 
to ponder the answer, as a knock on the door interrupted her 
thoughts.  'Oh boy...here I go!' 
     Dana opened the door to see Monica standing there with a bottle 
of wine.  Her eyes crawled over Monica's body, savoring the image of 
her in jeans and a rather fitting T-shirt.  'Not that her work-
clothes aren't nice, but I'm such a sucker for a tight-fitting pair 
of blue jeans.'
     Monica, too, had been enjoying her view.  Dana's sweater was 
loose enough to show just a hint of what was underneath.
     Suddenly, both women realized they'd been oogling each other and
looked up.  "Uh, sorry,"  Dana coughed.  "Please, come in."  She took
the wine and stepped back.
     Monica came in and smiled at the music that was on.  "Moby...I 
don't have this CD, but I have his others." 
     Dana walked up behind Monica.  "Yeah, Moby's a recent discovery 
of mine...one of a few recent discoveries I've made...Do you mind if 
we wait until dinner to open the wine?"
     "No, that's fine.  But there is one thing I don't want to wait 
for, though."  Her eyes met Dana's and her pulse sped up. 
     Without saying a word, Dana cupped Monica's face and pulled 
herself up.  Tentatively their lips touched.  When Monica opened her 
mouth, Dana did the same and their tongues began exploring each 
other's mouths.  Meanwhile, Monica had worked her hands into Dana's 
hair.
     When they had to break apart, Monica kissed Dana's 
forehead.  "God, Dana, I've been wanting to do that all week."  She 
touched a finger to Dana's lips, smiling.  "Your lips are so soft, 
yet so controlling.  Just like you."
     Dana blushed, "Your lips aren't bad either..."  Standing on her 
tiptoes, she gave Monica another short, chaste kiss.  "I have to go 
check on dinner."
     Monica collapsed onto the couch.  'If a simple kiss can make me 
that weak-kneed, I can't wait to see what happens when we go beyond 
kissing...'
     In the kitchen, Dana pulled the casserole out with shaky hands. 
It had been so long since someone had made her feel this way; this 
was a wonderful change.  She dished out two plates and brought them 
into the living room, along with the wine and two wineglasses. 
     "Dana, this smells wonderful."
     "It's nothing, really, just a chicken and rice casserole...I try
and make dishes when I can, freezing them for when I don't have time 
to make dinner."
     "So, Dana..." Monica asked in between bites.  "What should we do
tonight?"  Dana shook her head.
     "I don't know."
     Monica could sense that Dana wasn't ready to advance their 
intimacy too far tonight, so she suggested an alternative.  "How 
about we talk?"
     "Talk?"
     "Yeah, just talk."  Seeing Dana's puzzled face, Monica 
smiled.  "There's so much about you that I want to know, Dana.  What 
your childhood was like, who your first crush was, stiff like that.  
I figured you might want to know the same about me."
     Dana almost wanted to cry.  None of the men she'd dated had ever
been this...caring.  She knew Monica could tell that she wasn't ready
for sex, and this was her way of saying that she was okay with that."
     "That sounds wonderful Monica."  They both finished up their 
meals quickly, and Dana took their dishes into the kitchen.  When she
came back, Monica patted the couch in front of her.
     "Come here."  Dana sat down so that she was sitting in between 
Monica's legs, her back against Monica's chest.  "I love holding you 
like this..." Monica whispered in her ear.  Dana could've started 
purring she was so comfortable.  "So Dana, where did you grow up?"
     "Well, my father was in the Navy," she pointed to the picture of
her father in full uniform.  "So, we moved around a lot.  I lived in 
California, Maryland, and about everywhere else the Navy was found.  
     Monica tipped her head to the side.  "Wasn't it hard, him being 
gone all the time?"  Dana could feel her embrace tighten just the 
slightest.
      "Yeah, it was, I guess.  If anything it was hardest on Mom and 
Bill.  She had to run the whole house, and Bill...Bill felt that he 
had to take over Dana's role whenever Dad was gone.  He could be 
really hard to get along with.  I think because my Dad was gone so 
much I loved him even more when he was home."   Monica just sat 
there, absorbing the new information.  "Okay Agent Reyes, it's your 
turn."
     Monica shook her head.  "Well, I was adopted when I was a baby; 
I've never met my biological parents.  I was raised in Mexico, so I'm
bilingual."
     "What was it like living in Mexico?"
     "It was wonderful, really.  My parents are the best...they 
weren't lacking in wealth, so I got the best of both worlds.  They 
always made sure that I had all the latest American innovations, but 
living in Mexico, I experienced many things that kids here can't."

*****
     Dana rolled her eyes.  Monica was explaining her 12th grade prom
date's attempts to get into her pants.  "Let's just say he went home 
in pain..."  Monica grinned.
     They erupted in laughter and Dana linked her hands with 
Monica's.  "Monica...thank you so much for this."
     "For what?"
     "This...you, me, talking...it's wonderful; I think I really 
needed a night like this."  Dana nuzzled her face into Monica's 
neck.  "I am so tired..."
     Monica swung around, dislodging Dana from her lap.  She stood 
up, grabbing Dana's arm.  "C'mon, let's go to bed, I'm tired too."  
They made their way into the bedroom where Monica grabbed a pair of 
pajamas.  "Let me dress you."  She stood in front of Dana.
     Dana nodded, her heart racing.  'Oh my Lord...'
     Monica gently unbuttoned Dana's jeans and pulled them down.  
Then came the sweater.  Monica ran her hand across Dana's 
stomach.  "You are so beautiful."  Removing Dana's bra, Monica held 
her breath at the sight before her.  Not wanting to go too far, she 
just kissed the valley between Dana's breasts once, then pulled the 
pajama shirt on her.   She took her time buttoning it, enjoying each 
time her fingers brushed Dana's skin.  Then, she held up the pajama 
pants for Dana to step into.
     Leading Dana to the bed, she whispered to her, "Get in bed, I'll
be there in a second."  After stripping herself, Monica threw on a 
loose T-shirt and climbed into bed.  Dana rolled over and curled up 
into Monica's arms.  Monica embraced the woman beside her, smiling.  
Tonight hadn't been about seduction, it had been about 
friendship, 'And Dare I think it...' Monica unconsciously squeezed 
Dana tighter, 'Love.'

*****
     Monica opened her eyes and sighed contentedly.  She still 
couldn't get over the fact that Dana Scully wanted *her.*  She 
shifted a little and kissed Dana's forehead, causing Dana's eyes to 
pop open.  "Mmm...ya know Monica, I could get used to waking up like 
this."
     Monica played with a strand of Dana's hair.  "And I could get 
used to waking you up like this.  I'd forgotten how wonderful it is 
to have another person sleep next to me..."
     Dana sat up and got out of bed.  "I'll be right back."  Walking 
into the bathroom she felt butterflies in her stomach.  'It's time, 
Dana.  Use the toiled, brush your teeth, and then go out there and 
show Monica how much you want her.'  Dana could feel her insides 
stirring at the thought of making love to the woman in her bed.  
After last night there was no longer any doubt in her mind, these 
feelings between her and Monica were real.
     Hurrying out of the bathroom, Dana walked over to the bed and 
knelt next to Monica.  She could feel Monica's eyes on her.  Raising 
an arm, she slowly began to unbutton her pajama top, her hand 
shaking.  Monica just laid here, watching.  Reaching the last button,
Dana let the shirt fall from her shoulders.  Looking into Monica's 
eyes, she smiled nervously.  "I want to-to make love to you Monica, 
show me how."

***
     My breath caught in my throat when Dana began undressing in 
front of me.  I couldn't believe it...it was finally time.  Then her 
words, what she said was enough to make me throbbing with passion.  
But I had to make sure...

***
     Monica sat up, taking Dana's hand and kissing it.  "Are you sure
Dana?  I don't want to rush this, I can wait as long as you need."  
To answer the question, Dana reached over and pulled Monica's shirt 
over her head.  She ran her fingers over Monica's hardening nipples, 
causing her to moan softly.
     "Show me how..."
     Monica grinned, guiding Dana so that she was lying on the bed in
front of her.  "Dana...I've wanted this for so long."  Placing her 
hand on Dana's breast she half-whispered, "You take my breath away." 
With a gentle kiss on Dana's lips, she paused.  "You just let me know
if something makes you uncomfortable, okay?"
     Dana just nodded, feeling incapable of speech.  At that, Monica 
lowered her mouth to Dana's body.  She suckled on one breast, then 
the other, causing Dana to moan almost constantly.  Her breasts were 
still fairly sensitive; it had only been a little more that a week 
since William had been sent away.  Dana felt as if the nerves in her 
nipples shot straight down into other areas of her body; she could 
feel herself responding to Monica's stimulus.  
     When Dana felt like she couldn't take it anymore, Monica moved 
down to the area between Dana's thighs.  Dana lost all coherent 
thought patterns as soon as Monica's tongue touched her inner 
thigh.  'Oh God...It's never been like this before...OH!'  Monica 
pushed into Dana with her fingers; simultaneously administering to 
the bundle of swollen flesh that pulsed beneath her fingers.  Dana 
fell into a trance of pure pleasure.  "Oh God...oh...geez..." Monica 
could tell Dana wouldn't last long; she bent over and lightly bit her
nipple.  It was enough to send her over the edge.  "Monica!  
Oh..Monica, I'm-I'm coming..."  Monica continued to caress Dana as 
she convulsed around her.  
     "Come on honey, let it all go..."  After a few minutes the 
aftershocks died down and Monica pulled herself up so she was looking
at Dana's face.  "You look so beautiful when you come..."
     Dana leaned forward and captured Monica's mouth with hers.  She 
could taste herself; it was the most strangely erotic thing she'd 
ever experienced.  She'd had men try to satisfy her orally before, 
but it never ended well...but this...  "Monica...that was amazing.  I
have NEVER felt like that before..."  
     "Glad you approve..."  
     "God, I more than approve...that was..."  She let her head flop 
back and just grinned.  "I may not let you leave my bed all weekend, 
you know."
     "Hmm...I don't know, Dana.  You may have to convince me to
stay."      Dana sat up, placing a hand on Monica's bare chest. 
"Monica...I  don't know if I can make you feel as good as you make me
feel...this  is all new for me.  But I want to try.  I want to see
your face full  of passion and pleasure, pleasure that I want to give
you...I want to  watch you come."
     "Honey, I'm about to come just hearing your voice..." Monica 
chuckled.  Then, seriously, she took Dana's hand.  "Just do what 
comes naturally, Dana.  I have no doubt that anything you do will 
make me feel wonderful...just because it's you."  Dana blushed, then 
ran her hands over Monica, almost like she was trying to memorize 
every curve.  
     "You're beautiful too, Monica.  You're skin is so smooth, so 
soft."  Her hands drifted to her breasts, where she twisted Monica's 
nipples.  Monica nearly jumped off of the bed, her head thrown 
back.   
     "God Dana, don't-don't stop!"  
     Dana continued down to the patch of dark hair between Monica's 
legs.  Monica could sense Dana hesitating.  "Just...whatever you're 
comfortable with, Dana."  Dana nodded and slid a finger over Monica. 
As she dipped into Monica's wetness, Monica groaned.  "Dana..."
     Carefully Dana slid two, then three fingers inside Monica, 
establishing a slow rhythm.  Monica could feel the sensations 
building up inside her...'I'm so close...so close.'  Dana took her 
other hand and rubbed Monica's clit.  "OH! God Dana!"  Her hips 
bucked up, trying to find as much contact as possible.  Dana sped up 
her hands and soon Monica was flying over the edge.  "Dana I'm 
coming!"  Her words melted into an incoherent jumble.  She was swept 
up into pure sensation, feeling colors and sounds and was convinced 
she'd lost consciousness, at least temporarily.  
     When Monica opened her eyes again, she felt Dana pulling herself
up next to her.  "Dana?"
     "Hmm?"
     "That was marvelous honey, you have nothing to worry about, 
trust me."
     "Really?"
     Monica pressed her mouth to Dana's and thrust her tongue inside 
once.  Pulling back she allowed her arm to curl around the smaller 
woman.  "Yes Dana...you won't have any problem keeping me in bed all 
weekend..."
     "Good...Monica?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Do you mind if I go back to sleep?"
     Monica smiled affectionately at Dana, whose eyes were already 
drifting shut.  "No, you need sleep...We have lots to do this 
weekend." 
     A few minutes later Monica, too, let her eyes drift shut.  It 
was going to be a glorious weekend...

***
     Monica and Dana barely left the bedroom at all that weekend, and
on Sunday night, Monica left with a reluctant kiss goodnight.  "I 
wish I didn't have to go home, Dana."
     "I know, Monica, but It just wouldn't work during the week..." 
Both women sighed and Monica left after giving Dana's hand one last 
squeeze.  Neither woman could even begin to expect what was to meet 
them the next day.  

*****

7:30 am, Monday Morning

     John Dogget sat down at his desk, turning on his computer.  He 
was ready to get to work; he'd had a good weekend and felt very 
refreshed.  When he clicked on his email, he noticed an email from an
unfamiliar address, with no subject line.  "Hmm...Usually the junk 
mail I get has some sort of subject..."  He opened the email and 
nearly jumped back at what he saw.  There were four pictures in the 
email...pictures of two women in bed.  They were, without a doubt, 
Monica and Dana. Below the pictures was a message:  'Do you know what
your partners have been up to?  I do."  His heart was racing.  
Thankfully he'd come to work early, so he had time to go to Monica's 
place. 

8:00 am

     Monica stepped out of her bedroom at the sound of someone 
pounding on her door.  "Who the hell could that be?"  She was just 
about ready to leave for work.  Opening the door, she saw John 
standing in front of her...a John Dogget with the strangest 
expression she'd ever seen before.  "What's wrong John, come in."
     "Can I use your computer?"  He seemed upset.
     "Um, sure.  What's this about John?"  
     John ignored Monica's questions, quickly logging onto his FBI 
email account and pulling open the message in question.  "Monica, I 
don't like to pry into issues that are not mine to pry into, but I 
received this email this morning.  I think you need to look at it."  
Monica looked at the screen and after a moment turned deathly pale.
     "Oh my God..." She sat down on the couch with her face buried in
her hands.
     John closed the email and sat down next to 
her.  "Monica...Please tell me that's not what it-not what it looks 
like."
     "I'm sorry John, Dana and I...we're involved.  It just happened 
recently.  Honestly, I was going to tell you, but only when Dana was 
ready."  She was so afraid that John was going to get mad.  There had
once been a possibility between them...but that was in the past.
     "I-I don't know what to say Monica..."
     She closed her eyes and frowned.  "John, I hope this won't 
change things..."
     John looked up.  "You are my friend Monica, Agent Scully, Dana, 
is also my friend.  I accepted long ago that it wasn't going to work 
out between us.  If you two find happiness together, then so be it.  
I'm just a little shocked, and worried."
     "Who could've sent the email?"
     "Well, obviously someone who has been spying on you or Scully, 
or both of you.  We need to warn Scully, her apartment needs to be 
swept for hidden cameras, bugs, the whole works.  Our places should 
be too."
     Monica nodded.  "Do you think...do you think anyone else 
received this email?"
     "I don't know, but I hope not.  Honestly, it seems to be a 
warning email.  Maybe the person who sent it meant to drive a wedge 
in between us."  Monica stood up and hugged John.  
     "I'm sorry you had to find out this way John."
     John shrugged.  "I'm sorry that you were forced to tell me this 
way...why don't you call Scully, let her know what's going on before 
you go to work.  I'm going to head back into work now."
     "Okay."  Monica watched John leave her house, obviously 
agitated.  'I hope this doesn't traumatize Dana too much...'  She 
picked up the phone. 'Please be there...please be there...'
     "Hello?"
     "Dana."
     "Monica?  I was just about to leave for work.  Is something 
wrong?"
     "You could say that..." Monica's stomach knotted up.  
     "Monica?  You're scaring me."
     "Dana, someone's been watching us.  They were doing surveillance
on us..."
     "What do you mean...?"
     "This weekend, in your bedroom...someone sent John some pictures
this morning, pictures of us.  Very explicit pictures of us."
    Dana felt like the wind had been knocked out of her.  How dare 
they invade this part of her life.  She'd finally found someone that 
brought her happiness, but they wouldn't even let her have 
that.  "John knows?"
     "He saw the pictures, Dana.  I had to tell him.  I'm-I'm sorry 
if you weren't ready to tell anyone, but I had no choice."
     "I understand, If anyone had to find out, I'm glad it's John."
     "John's going to arrange for all of our places to be swept for 
bugs, cameras, etc.  I don't know if there's really anything else we 
can do about this.  We don't know if the email was sent to anyone 
besides John, so..."
     "Yeah...there's not much we can do.  We just have to hope John 
was the only lucky recipient of that email.  There's no ID on the 
sender?"
     "I don't know...probably not.  We'll have to ask John when we 
get to work."
     "Okay then, I'll see you in a little bit."
     "Bye Dana."  Monica hung up and grabbed her coat.  "Let's just 
not think about this...there's nothing to do right now...let's just 
go to work and do my job."

***
8:45
     Dana looked at the clock...fifteen minutes late.  Not back for 
the morning she'd had.  Stepping into the office, she couldn't decide
whether she would rather see Dogget, or not.  Glancing over, she saw 
he was working diligently at his desk.  Monica looked like she'd just
gotten there as well.  "Hey Dana..."  Monica waved.  Dana waved back 
and turned to John.  
     "Uh, Agent Dogget..."
     He looked up, smiling just slightly.  "Good morning Agent 
Scully."  
     "I was just wondering if you and Agent Reyes would like to join 
me for lunch today, my treat."
     Dogget knew that she wanted to talk about this morning, but they
couldn't talk in the office...the walls had ears.  "That sounds great
to me...that okay with you Agent Reyes?"
     "Sure, you come and meet us down here when you're ready for 
lunch.  We're still stuck doing paperwork from last week's 
adventures, so we won't be going anywhere."  Monica pulled out her 
briefcase, sighing at the mountain of papers enclosed in it.  
     Dana nodded.  "Okay, sounds good.  I'll see you guys later."

     All day Dana tried to focus on her work, but she found herself 
drifting through her classes on auto-pilot.  Luckily, there weren't 
any extra autopsies for her to perform today.  When her class 
finished at noon, she packed up her stuff and found her way down to 
the basement. 

     Dogget had honestly been trying to work, but he couldn't get he 
images out of his head.  He'd always liked Monica; at one point he 
had thought they had a chance to be a couple.  It never worked out, 
but still....  The images he saw of Monica and Dana, two beautiful 
women, women he happened to work with, doing things that shouldn't be
seen by anyone else...well, it was enough to keep any guy 
distracted.  It didn't help that Monica was in the room the whole 
time, obviously worrying herself over what was going on.  
     When Dana walked back into the basement office, Monica showed 
obvious relief.  "Ready for lunch Dana?"
     They all got up and she asked were they were going.  "Is the 
little Italian place down the street okay with you guys?  It's not 
usually very popular with the agents because its not really quick 
service, but the food's good."  John and Monica nodded their consent 
and they took Dana's car.  The car ride over was short and quiet.  
They were all collecting their thoughts.  
     When they sat down, Monica sat next to Dana on one side of a 
booth, John was on the other.  Once their orders were out of the way,
Dana looked at John.  "Okay...Do you have any idea who sent you the 
email?"
     Dogget shook his head.  "No, It was one of those free email 
addresses off of the Internet.  When I tried to send an email back, 
it was returned to me.  I imagine whoever it is has already cancelled
the account."  Dana sighed and put her face in her hands.  Dogget 
touched her hand with his and she looked up.  "I am sorry Dana...that
they invaded your privacy like this...no one deserves it."
     Dana squeezed his hand.  "Thanks John...Monica said that you 
would be getting someone to sweep our places...when can that be 
done?"  
     "I've already talked to a friend of mine.  Don't worry, I know 
that he can be trusted.  He said he could come by as soon as we want 
him to."
     "Could you and he come by tonight?  I'd feel better if it was 
swept as soon as possible."
     "No problem, Scully.  How about you Monica?"
     "You might as well stop by my place after Dana's."
     "Okay, I'll call and let him know after lunch."
     Monica closed her eyes, wishing this whole day could start over 
again.  Dana noticed Monica's expression and took her hand.  "It'll 
be okay Monica."  Monica smiled at Dana and gave her a quick kiss on 
the cheek.  
     "I know it will...I just wish life didn't have to be this 
complicated."  Right then their lunches arrived and they suddenly 
found themselves famished.  The rest of lunch consisted of light 
conversation, ranging from the recent basketball games to the latest 
movies that had been released.  When they were finished, John 
insisted on paying, despite Dana's claim that she said it was her 
treat.  As Dogget watched the two women throughout lunch, saw their 
private smiles and occasional touches, he couldn't help but feel 
sad.  They really were great as a couple, he could tell they had 
become really close, but their lives weren't going to be easy, 
especially if they ever went out into the open about this.  

***
     That night, two hidden cameras were found in both Dana and 
Monica's houses, along with numerous audio bugs and a bug on their 
phones.  Dogget frowned, watching the devices being destroyed, 
wishing he could get his hands on whomever had planted them.  
     The rest of the week went by quickly, because he and Monica had 
a new case.  The weekend came, and Monica found herself in a small 
hotel in some no-name town in Texas, wishing she were in Dana's 
arms.  
     She picked up the phone and dialed Dana's number.
     "Hello?"
     "Hey babe..." Monica sighed.
     "Hi...how are you?"
     "I'm hot and tired and wishing I were in your arms right now."
     "Mmm...That does sound very nice."  Dana and Monica both let 
their minds wander to what they wanted to be doing at the 
moment.  "Ya know, I've been thinking about you since you left Sunday
night."
     "Yeah?"
     "Yeah, every time I see you, at work or whatever, I think of 
what we did all last weekend."  Monica gulped, feeling her body 
responding to Dana's voice.  "I wish that you were here right now...I
would have to show you that I really am a quick learner.  You taught 
me a lot last weekend."  
     "Dana..." Monica's voice was now a near-moan.
     "Yes?"  Dana smiled, trying to sound innocent.
     "Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?"
     "Hmm...Probably the same thing hearing you moan into the phone 
does to me."
     At that, Monica heard a knock on her door.  "Hey Monica...can I 
come in?"  She heard Dogget call out.  
     "Hey babe, I've gotta go.  Dogget's calling me."
     Dana sighed.  She'd been having fun.  "Okay...hey Monica?"
     "Yeah?"
     "I miss you."
     "I miss you too Dana."
     Monica hung up and got up to unlock her door.  'Oh Lord...I am 
totally hooked on this woman.  This could definitely be love...'

**END**