Kirsten sauntered into the conference room after changing out of her stitching suit. She sat where she always did, beside Cameron, and waited for Maggie's instruction. She had just stitched into a successful CEO's memories. He was poisoned at a party, and all though she didn't see by who, she had narrowed it down to two or three prime suspects.

Maggie had insisted they find another way to do this, but Kirsten and the others agreed that field work was the only way they'd get answers. The suspects were all wealthy Beverly Hill residents bound to attend a charity gala that night. Cameron knew all about it. Skeptically, Maggie paired them off. Cameron and Kirsten were to go in together and Camille and Linus were to pretend to be servers. As soon as Maggie dismissed them, Camille started bombarding Kirsten with questions about what she was going to wear and how she was going to do her hair and makeup.

A few hours later, Cameron knocked on the door. Camille answered because she had insisted Kirsten make more of an entrance. She greeted Cameron with a hug before calling in Kirsten. Kirsten came into the room with an air of confidence. Her hair was down in loose curls, a long black dress clinging to her body perfectly, besides the long slit up her leg. Her legs were beyond remarkable, especially with the high heels. She was by far the sexiest thing Cameron had ever laid eyes on. She made him weak. He was completely and utterly speechless. He was gawking.

"Hey, Cameron" Kirsten smiled. She did her fair share of checking him out. He was wearing a jet black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. His shoes couldn't be any less than a thousand dollars. He had gelled his hair up in a way that Kirsten found ridiculously sexy. She knew he was attractive, but she had never seen him looking quite this good.

"Kirsten… you look…. Oh my God." Cameron stammered.

"She looks what, Cameron?" Camille instigated. Her voice made him jump. He had forgotten she was even there.

"So incredibly… beautiful. You're beautiful, Kirsten." He muttered. Kirsten looked down and smiled. She grabbed her purse and walked out the door, leaving both Cameron and Camille in the dust.

"I'll be at Linus's tonight after the ball. Well, and tomorrow morning. So it'll be empty here. Just saying." Camille smiled.

"Shut up." Cameron smiled. He shut the door behind him, winked at Camille, and raced after Kirsten who was waiting impatiently by Cameron's car. He slid by her, unlocked the door, and held it open for her. She slid into her seat and scoffed, "What a gentleman."

"What? Liam doesn't hold doors open for you, Stretch?"

"Shut up."

Cameron laughed it off and started the car. "But in all seriousness, you look absolutely immaculate. You're stunning."

"Does your girlfriend not meet your standards?" she joked.

"Janice is not my girlfriend, Buttercup, don't be so jealous." Cameron teased. He knew good and well she didn't care at all, but it was fun just to pretend the idea of him and another girl made her squirm just like how the thought of her and Liam made him squirm.

Kirsten raised her eyebrow, "Jealous?"

"Tonight, you're my girl. For all intents and purposes at least" Cameron smiled, gripping the steering wheel. At least he got to live out his little fantasy for one night. She didn't argue with him, either. She kind of liked the idea of being his girl, even if it was just for the night.

"So what is our story exactly? Should I say I'm your girlfriend?" Kirsten asked.

"Ha, as much as I'd love to make you do that, I won't ask you to lie. You can say we're just coworkers… and friends I guess, but being a little affectionate wouldn't hurt."

"What do you mean?"

"They don't have to think we're dating, but if they thought something was going on, that would be great."

"Going on?"

Cameron laughed, "Yeah, touchy-feely. Like, not dating, but maybe on the way." It was hard to explain.

"Like you and Marta?" Kirsten asked. It was an innocent question and was truly the only thing thing she could compare what he was saying to. She had no way of knowing how much it would sting.

Cameron gulped, "I guess so. Less drama, though. That'd be great."

There was a pause before Kirsten spoke. "You know, the coworker thing probably won't work with these people. What kind of doting rich woman would I be if I met my husband at the office?"

"That's true."

"So we met in college then. Stanford. Undergrad. We've been together ever since." She used the rest of the drive to make up silly stories to tell and a romantic tale of how they got together, and also to prep themselves for the people to look out for at the gala.

Their make believe and mocking of the upper class was interrupted when they realized they had arrived. Naturally there was a valet. He pulled the car around and stepped out, insisting Kirsten wait for him to open her door. He tossed the keys to the valet and thanked him before opening Kirsten's door and taking her hand as she stepped out. He looked at her and smiled, bringing her hand to his lips and gently kissing it. She blushed and led the way, Cameron's hand placed on the small of her back.