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  No Turning Back 
 by Katie  

 He was sitting alone at his apartment, sipping on a scotch, mindlessly
playing something on the piano thinking about what had happened earlier
that day. Why had she kissed him? First there was the Christmas present,
then the birthday wish when he didn't even know it was his birthday, then
the moment in the lab about her husband, and then the kiss. And he enjoyed
all of them. There was definitely something going on between them and
there shouldn't be. He was her superior. Old enough to be her father no
doubt. But she was also gorgeous. Smart. Beautiful. And damaged. And
interested in a mean old guy like him. Well, stranger things had happened
in the history of the world. Like,

{Knock, knock}

He stopped playing and leaned his head in the direction of the door, sure
he had misheard, but there it was again.

{Knock knock}

He sat down his scotch, grabbed his cane, and walked to the door. Opening
the door expecting to see Wilson there after another bout with Julie but
the person who was standing there could not have surprised him more.
Cameron. There she was. Standing there looking as nervous as an expectant
parent.

"Hi." She managed to squeak out. 

"Cameron, what are you doing here?" Not that he wasn't a little happy to
see her. Surprised and happy. The nights sitting in the apartment with no
one for company but the piano and a glass of booze get a little depressing
after awhile. 

"I was out driving around, and ended up in your neighborhood, and I, um,
thought I'd stop by. I hope that's ok." She looked like she was ready to
bolt. He better say something before she made good on it. All of a sudden
the last thing he wanted was to be alone tonight at this very moment.

"Come in." He stepped out of the way and she slowly entered the room
taking everything in, making him wish for once he was at least somewhat of
a tidy person. But she didn't seem to mind. She took off her jacket and
laid it across the back of a chair. He motioned for her to sit down and
she accepted. 

"You play?" She asked, motioning to the piano, and for the first time in a
great while he actually fought the urge to come back with a quick retort.
"Yes, I do." She gave a little smile and went back to staring intently at
her hands. 

"So what really brings you here Cameron?" He asked, knowing full well she
wasn't in his neighborhood; she lived a full 3 miles away. "I was sitting
at home, thinking about all that's happened, and what I told you about my
husband, and I was feeling very lonely and depressed. And you are the only
person here that knows what happened. And I trust you. And I have the
feeling that you know what it feels like to be lonely too. So I got in my
car and came here because I figure we can keep each other company and each
others minds off what we don't want to think about." 

"Then can I ask you something that's been on my mind the past couple of
days?" He asked, thinking the timing was right to get his answer to a
question that's been playing on his mind, thinking that he cant believe
that he trusts her too, and that he's comfortable with her, and scared of
what her answer will be. 

"Yea, sure." He gets up, and comes over to where she is sitting almost
instinctively, and takes a seat next to her. He can see her sit
straighter, but turn towards him nonetheless. 

"Cameron, why did you kiss me the other day?" He says in barely a whisper.
She can't take her eyes away from his, but knows she must or something
will happen he might regret. She looks down at her hands and thinks of an
answer. After a few minutes she still hasn't come up with one and she is
purposely avoiding eye contact, hating herself forever coming there. 

As if reading her mind, he brushes a strand of hair out her face and puts
it behind her ear, "Cameron?" She raises her eyes to meet his and knows
that there is no turning back now. Not that she would want to. But what if
he does?

He knows that this is wrong. She shouldn't be there in the first place, in
his apartment, on his couch, looking at him the way she is. But he does
know one thing. He doesn't want her to leave. Not tonight.

He turns her face up to his and looks into her eyes, knowing there is no
turning back now. After a second's hesitation, he leans in.

She can't believe this is happening. It wasn't her intention, well, maybe
it was subconsciously, but she never thought it would happen and now it's
about to. There's no turning back now. She starts to lean into him.

Their lips meet in a light kiss that surprises them both even though they
both knew it was coming. After a few seconds, they both pull away and look
at each other with surprise evident in their faces. And they kiss again,
more urgently this time, his hands wrapped in her hair, her hands around
his neck. They were both to wrapped up in the moment to think much of
anything, but they both knew one thing, nothing was ever going to be the
same again. 

  
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