Medavoy paced the hallway wondering if he should knock again. "Poor Diane," he thought. "Nearly murdered by some thug in her own bed." Baldwin had assured him that she looked okay when he brought her here last night, but Greg still worried.

He felt terrible for not hearing the page when it came. The whole squad had rushed to help her but he had been sound asleep. Idiot. He hated himself for not being part of her rescue. He might have gotten there before anyone and made the collar on the two that got away. Instead, he was here baby-sitting her door, making sure that no one disturbed her...especially that Denby character.

Greg decided he should knock again.

Knock,knock...knock -- the door opened and Greg jumped back.

"Diane! Uh, I was just checkin'... Ah, you're supposed to wait for five knocks. You can't be too careful you know."

"I knew it was you, Greg. It's all right."

She looked all disheveled. Her hair was in a mess and her clothes had obviously been slept in.

Greg felt awful. "Diane, I feel I must apologize for not being there last night to...to help apprehend the suspects. I, I ,I promise you, I will do everything in my power to bring these scum bags to justice."

"We all will, Greg. Thanks."

"Ah, they've got some kind of continental breakfast thing set up in the lobby. Just coffee and pastries, really. Oh yeah, fruit too, I think. You want me to bring you something?"

"Yeah, that it be great. Maybe some coffee and juice. Whatever you think looks good. Uh, yeah, coffee...three sugars, okay?"

"You got it." He smiled, grateful to be able to help in some small way.

Diane paused and said, "Greg, could you wait about half an hour? I need a shower."

"Sure. You go right ahead. I'll make sure no one disturbs you."

Diane smiled and shut the door quietly. She felt a surge of electricity go up her spine as Harry's hands slid around her hips. Sidling up behind her, he buried his face in her hair saying, "A shower. What a good idea," and locked the door.