My apologizies for the long wait. On with the story...

Sometime later...

"You're kidding me," Vicky gaped at Sara, her forkful of chicken Caesar salad hovered just a few inches from her mouth, forgotten. She continued to stare at Sara, still unconvinced by what she just heard. "Are you shitting me?"

"Vicky, I'm trying to eat here." Lee, who sat next to Sara in the booth, frowned while continuing to sip or rather suck on her extra thick strawberry milk shake through the thin tubing the diner called a straw.

Sara tossed her napkin onto her empty plate and leaned back into the plush cushion of the booth. Crossing her arm, she stared directly at Vicky and said, "I'm serious Vick."

Vicky shoved the neglected greens into her mouth. Her eyes narrowed on Sara while she concentrated on munching on her food. Once done, Vicky started to speak, "But you've been together what?" Waving her empty fork. "Three months now."

"And you're point is?"

"My point is, Pez. How is it possible that you and that gorgeous pirate of yours not have sex?"

Lee tossed a wadded napkin at Vicky's head, "Oh come on. I think it's great you're taking things slow, Sara. Its so," Lee sighed with a starry eyed expression, "romantic."

Vicky rolled her eyes at Lee, "Romantic my ass. If it were up to me, I'd have jumped Ian's bones the moment I saw him."

"Yeah, we know you would." In response, Vick scratched her forehead with her middle finger. In return, Lee stuck out her tongue. Sara amusingly sat quietly as Lee and Vicky bickered at each other. That was until Sara saw a fry fly across the table did she decide it was time to jump back into the conversation.

"Look it was my idea. I insisted we take things slow."

"Good for you, Sara." Lee praised.

"Why do I feel that there is a 'but' in there?" Vicky picked up on the hesitation in Sara's voice.

Sara cleared her throat, she hated when Vicky did that. The woman should be a detective not an M.E. She sighed, "Well its just….it's a," shaking her head.

"What?" Both Lee and Vicky said in unison.

"It's a little frustrating." She finally admitted.

Vicky raised her brow, "A little?

"Okay, a lot." Sara groaned in annoyance.

Vicky leaned back into her chair, slightly confused. "Then what's the problem? Why not have wild monkey sex and get it over with? That way you'll be less cranky and bitchy at work and you can be Miss Mary Suzy sunshine again. In which I like better, by the way. Instead of your, 'get the hell away from me or I'll kick your ass' attitude lately."

Sara's brows furrowed together. "What the hell are you talking about, Vick?"

"Come on, haven't you noticed?" Vicky turned to Lee, her head nodding in agreement. "See, even Lee knows what I'm taking about." Sara stared between her two best friends.

"Name one example, Vic."

Vicky tapped her chin with her finger, "Hm, how about that incident with Jake?"

"What incident?" Sara wondered innocently.

"Pez, you nearly ripped him a new one the other day." Sara winced as she recalls nearly beating the shit out of Jake. If it hadn't been for Danny she would have succeeded too. Damn her partner's interference.

"Yeah, well the rookie deserved it. I mean he's been such an asshole lately. Spewing about his," Sara raised her hands and bent her fingers to make the quote sign, " Quest, Pfft, chauvinistic bastard."

"Oh come on, Pez. Give the guy a break. I mean ever since the 'Eugene Encounter' the man has been hitting on anything that resembled the opposite sex. Well," Vicky thought back to the 'Other Encounter', "except for that one time of course." It was until the woman, or rather man, er, whatever actually spoke did Jake realize his mistake. The encounter had been so hilarious and humiliating that Vicky only saw it fit to tell the whole precinct about it.

"Moving on," Lee said rather bored about hearing Jake's near gay mishaps. 'Honestly, how could the guy not know it was a man...hello the Adam's apple should have been a dead give away. Lee just shook her head.

"Vicky don't you play innocent!" Sara accused, "You of all people wouldn't let him live it down. Since then Jake has been doubling his efforts to prove to everyone that he is not a closet case.

"True, however that is all in the name of friendly teasing and joking." Vicky continued totally ignoring Sara rolling her eyes at her, "You, on the other had Detective was about to rip Jake in two."

"Well he should have not boasted about his sexual triumph with Muffy, Buffy, or whatever her name was in my presence. You should have heard him guys, he wouldn't shut up about the Swedish blonde and her breast implants the size of bowling balls."

Sara not done with her tirade then turned to Lee, "And you Mrs. Woo!"

Lee innocently turned to look at Sara, "What did I do?"

"Exactly," Sara stated as if that simple word would explain everything.

"What?"

"What happened to the 'no sex' threat to Danny?"

Oh…

Lee's eyes darted away innocently. It had been what? Three months since Lee made due on her threat of 'no sex'. Poor Danny begged and pleaded, had even apologized to both Sara and Ian about his behavior that night at the club. But Lee was adamant about sticking to her threat. It was only until recently that she decided that enough was enough.

"Oh come one, Sara. I have needs too, I'm only human."

Sara frowned. Could she really blame the woman? No. But it had been so comforting to have another miserable soul to join her in the 'no sex' relationship category. Heck, together they thought of ways to retaliate against Jake and his stupid escapades. 'Boasting bastard!'

"Yeah, but now every time I walk into the office not only do I have a closet case rookie partner who won't shut up but now I have a dreamy eyed partner high on sex. Do you know how annoying that is?" …And frustrating she added to herself.

Lee bit her lip, shrugging her shoulders in sympathy. "Well…," Lee then turned to Vicky, "What about Vicky? Why aren't you getting mad at her? She's getting some too you know!"

Sara looked over at Vicky, considering for a moment then said, "Yeah well technically she doesn't count."

Vicky's mouth dropped open, a little hurt by the comment, "And why not, Pez?"

"Considering the guys you've met. I think it's high time you found one with a pulse!" Vicky should have known it was coming. Grabbing a napkin, she bunched it up and threw it Sara.

Though her vision was blurred with tears caused by laughing too hard, Sara managed to dodge the paper aerial that sailed across the table. Lee on the other had not been so lucky, but who cared. It was just too funny. "You're a riot you know that Pez."

After a considerate amount, Sara quelled her laughter and somewhat offered an apology, "You know I'm just teasing you, Vic. I'm happy you have Sal."

"Eck, don't call him that." Vicky whined. The name sounded so boring and plain. Words that could not possibly describe her man, Salvatore. A sexy European Vicky had met through a mutual friend. Eugene, God bless his gay heart, not only did he have a great fashion sense of style he also knew a great deal of straight men! Who knew? "Would you rather have me call him SEX instead?" That earned an evil glare from Vicky.

Salvatore Enrique Xavix

She hated when they called her man that. What were his parents thinking? Yet, regardless, that his initials did spell out the word sex at least the man could dish it out. Just thinking about him made her hot and bothered. "Hey I don't care what his initials spell; the man can definitely…dance!" All three women began to laugh. Remembering Vicky's comment how watching a man dance will determine how he'll be in bed.

After their laughter died down, there was a small pause before Vicky got right back on track, "You're jealous, aren't you?" She finally said.

Sara averted Vicky's convicting smirk. "Maybe," she mumbled under her breath. "Aha," Vicky chuckled.

Vicky composed herself and continued, "We're moving from the subject here. Like I said, why not just seduce Ian and fuck him like crazy?"

"Vic!"

"Victoria!"

The impish woman held up her hands in surrender, "Sorry."

"It's not that simple, Vick."

"Oh?"

"What Ian and I have together there's no words to describe. I've never felt this way before about anyone, not even Daniel. I…I really think that this is true love, and I don't want to screw things up by moving too fast. We definitely came a long way from where we first started off believe me. I want it to be right. I want Ian's first time to be special."

Both women sighed, "How romantic." Lee said. Vicky on the other hand had picked up on Sara's small slip of the tongue, "What did you mean by 'Ian's first time'?"

Sara winced and tired to cover it up by saying, "I meant our first time."

Vicky shook her head, "Uh ah, you said Ian's first time. Spill Pezzini."

Sara turned to Lee for help, but found none from the pregnant woman. "Oh no, I'm dying to hear this."

Seeing the look in both women's eyes, Sara knew no matter how much she denies it, they will never give up badgering her. She mumbled a small apology under her breath, 'sorry baby,' and started to explain.

"Aw, that's so beautiful." Lee, who had started to tear, blew her nose into the napkin. "Can you imagine a man waiting and saving himself for the woman. It's just so romantic." She blew her nose again.

Vicky on the other hand stared starry eyed into space, "Does he have a twin brother?"

Sara smiled, pleased over her friends reactions, "Sorry Vicky there is only one Ian Nottingham and he's all mine. By the way I'm going to tell SEX you said that." Vicky stuck out her tongue.

"So," Lee started soon after calming herself down, "When will you and Ian have you're special night?"

"Good question Lee, I'm curious myself." Vicky added bouncingly.

"When are you never curious, Po?" Sara snickered. "Well if you must know, I was planning on seducing him tonight."

"Oh," Vicky grinned wickedly. "Hm, besides the fact that you're horny, why tonight, Pez?"

Sara just shrugged her shoulders, "I just thought it felt right." She wasn't going to tell them that exactly one year ago she had laid eyes and gun on Ian Nottingham at the Midtown Museum. An odd anniversary to celebrate.

Lee narrowed her eyes on Sara, "But…"

"But," Sara sighed, "He's with Daddy dearest on a business trip. We spoke earlier this morning and well it looks like he won't be coming back until the end of the week."

"That sucks, Pez."

She shook her head. "Tell me about it, I'm so pissed off."

Sara was convinced that Irons was purposely having business outside of the domestic U.S. Anything to keep Ian and her apart. It was just like the man to be a vindictive asshole.

"Come on Sara, you don't really believe that do you?"

"Yeah, Pez, why would he do that to you and Ian any way?"

Sara began to blush remembering the one night Irons had walked in on them.

After a tiring liaison with Georgette, the frisky dominatrix from Sweden, Irons was looking forward to a nice relaxing moment in the great room with a glass of brandy in one hand and a book cradled against his lap. Yes, he needed to relax especially after his rough night with Georgette. A small smirk spread across his lips as he remembered. He was jarred from his thoughts. 'What was that sound?'

The double doors to the great room were slightly ajar. Irons slowed his steps as he neared closer. There it was again, that distinctive sound coming from the room. He knew all too well the sounds of a woman moaning in satisfaction. Hadn't Georgette sounded the same while they were together? Well, actually Georgette was much, much louder but Irons knew a woman's moans when he hears one.

He tired peering through the narrow crack, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside. Sure, he could go in, but his curiosity was getting the best of him tonight. If he went in bursting through the door, who knows what he'll miss. No, he'll just give them a few more minutes then he'll walk in.

"Oh God, Ian that feels so good, baby."

Irons mouth dropped, 'Ian? Baby?' Irons continued to listen. 'Just what the hell was going on?'

"You like that?" Ian asked his voice rather husky and slightly breathless.

"Mmhmm..." the woman moaned her answer.

Hoping not to make any noise, Irons began to push at the door. It made no sound as it moved another inch, giving Irons a better view then what he had before. However, he still could not make out much. The room was dark and the only lights were coming from the fireplace and the few-lit candles placed around the room. Yet, that did not stop him from recognizing the shadowed figure on the couch, his dark mane cascading around his face, and arms outstretched. 'What is he doing?'

The answer came in a breathless plea, "Oh baby, harder. Harder!" 'Oh God,' Irons thought, 'This can't be happening.' The pieces were coming together. Apparently, Ian had found himself a female companion to keep him entertained during the night. And now they were there on his leather couch, doing God knows what!

"God, you're body fells so tight." Ian replied as he moved faster.

"Move over a little," she begged. Ian shifted his body slightly to the right and continued...with what ever he was doing.

"Yes! Right there, Ian. Oh God don't stop. That's the spot baby. It feels so good."

Irons couldn't take it any more. This could not be happening. This was his son. His boy! And to see, to catch his son in the midst of some carnal act was...was...eww! No! He needed to stop this now.

"IAN!" Irons bellowed from the doorway. Surprised at how his voice had just…squeaked.

"Father!" Ian's head shoot up. The look in his eyes resembled that of a deer caught in the headlights of an up coming car. "I thought you'd be out the rest of the evening."

"Well you thought wrong, my boy. Ian just what do you think you are …doing?" Irons demanded as he waved his hand towards the couch.

Ian looked down towards his female companion, who had yet to be identified, then back up to Irons. "This is not what it looks like, father."

Irons placed his hands on his hips, "Is that so Ian? Would you care to explain?"

"Yes, sir. You see I was just..."

"Oh I know exactly what you were doing Ian!" Irons said, cutting off Ian's explanation. "Have I not taught you anything Ian? Virginity is invulnerability." He stared walking towards the couch, "How could you throw it away by giving yourself to a worthless whor…who…you!"

Irons stopped in his tracks, this can't be happening. Impossible, his eyes were deceiving him.

"Damn it, Irons. Do you mind?"

"But…you…he…how…what?" For once in his life the mighty Kenneth Irons was lost for words. And there was that darn squeak again. His eyes darted between Sara and Ian.

Sara laid face down, fully clothed on the couch, Ian, also fully clothed, straddling over her hips. "Ian was giving me the best massage, and you just had to come in here and ruin it for me."

"Massage? But you and he," Irons started making lewd hand movements. "He was and you were moaning….."

"Argh, would you get your mind out of the gutter, Irons."

Other patrons of the diner looked over their shoulders to the table situated in the corner booth. Loud, boisterous laughter filled the air. "Oh my God, Pez. You've got to be kidding me." Vicky managed to say between chuckles. Sara shrugged her shoulders, "Now, can you see my way of thinking?"

After a few minutes, Lee was the first out of the two to regain some composure. "Honestly, Sara do you think he would stoop that low?"

"Of course, Lee. The man wanted me for himself. So, I'm pretty sure he's pretty ticked off that his only son got me instead."

"He can't be that petty, Pez."

Sara stared at Vicky, her brow raised in defiance, "believe me he can."