This is set prior to The Night Room (1x05). The title is from a song by The Band Perry.

Cole had never understood the word 'spoil' until he met Dr. Cassandra Railly. Sure, he had seen fruit that had gone overripe or vegetables that had liquefied. What Cassie did was sort of the same shit. She fed him and took care of him to the point where Cole felt his insides turning to mush. Every time he visited a little more of his anger weakened. It was slowly replaced by a warmth he felt whenever he was in her presence. She took care of him in so many ways, and it made him fall a little harder whenever she did.

Case in point, Cole was getting all emotional over a damn shampoo bottle. Cassie had bought him his own toiletries to use. In addition, he had his own bedroom that was always made up. There were clothes Cassie had bought for him in the closet. She was making it feel like this was his home too, and that was messing with his head. Still, he would thank her for her being thoughtful and pretend like it was not causing him angst.

(Also, he would have to ask her what the hell kind of trees this tea tree oil shit in his shampoo was made from. It didn't smell like any tree Cole had ever seen. And he had spent a lot of time outdoors.)

As Cole toweled off he saw the bathrobe Cassie had been wearing earlier. It was plain blue and really long, but that didn't stop Cole from fantasizing about it. When he had shown up earlier, it was all Cassie had on. She had been taking a bubble bath when he knocked on the door. She joked that he saved her from becoming a raisin. Her wrinkled fingers were proof of how long she had been in there.

(It finally dawned on Cole that he was standing in the exact bathtub where Cassie had been naked less than an hour ago. That thought nearly killed him.)

Cassie never thought it was weird that Cole enjoyed taking showers at her place. She clearly got that it had nothing to do with being clean. The base he lived on had showers, but they had timers and no hot water. Everyone was limited to one measly minute every other day. Cassie's shower didn't have the same stupid limitations. Cole loved turning the water up to a scalding heat and breathing in the steam it caused. It was cold in both of his times so he had spent a longer amount time than normal.

Cole swore loudly as he stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into his cold bedroom. He put on some clothes that Cassie had bought him. The fact that they were clean and whole was secondary to how pleased Cassie would be if he wore them.

(Cole would eventually have to stop doing things just to see her smile, but today was not that day.)

The sound of a woman singing floated out of the kitchen. As Cole neared he realized it was coming from Cassie's phone. She had been slowly trying to figure out what he liked to listen to. Cassie needed background noise when she was working, but she didn't want it to annoy her partner. He watched her for a moment as she stirred something at the stovetop. Cassie swayed with the music, humming softly. She stopped twice to take a swig out of an open bottle she had out on the counter. She looked very relaxed in her red pajamas. They were so big that she had rolled the sleeves up to the elbows so she could cook. Cole wondered if the material was as soft as it looked.

(Then he wondered the same about her skin.)

"I like this song. She's got a nice voice," Cole told her.

Cassie's head whipped over her shoulder. She smiled softly at him.

"It's Fleetwood Mac. They're an older band even in my time, but still classic." Cassie glanced at the black watch she never took off. "You've got about five minutes until dinner."

"Anything I can do to help?"

Cassie gestured toward a bowl and some kind of handled cup. "If you could rinse the dishes and throw them in the washer that would be great."

Cole agreed. He tried to remember the correct order. Cassie usually heated the water first. Then she rinsed the item. Next she either wet the sponge or added some blue soap then wet the sponge. Cole went for the first option, hoping he was right. The sponge was covered in bubbles and seemed to clean the dishes well, so he figured he didn't mess up too much. By the time he finished Cassie was ladling something into a bowl for him.

Cole's favorite thing about the past (other than Cassie) was the food. Cassie had introduced him to butter chicken, ropa vieja, pizza, and other dishes she loved. Anything with cheese had quickly become Cole's preference even if his stomach wasn't used to anything made with milk. Cassie had some sort of magic pills that made it possible for him to eat dairy products without feeling like he had eaten fire.

(If Cole hadn't already been in love with Cassie, the magic cheese pills would have done it.)

"You should probably take a pill. We're having risotto. It probably won't be as good as it looks on TV because it's been a while since I've made it. Plus, I didn't know when you'd be here so the shrimp is frozen, not fresh. Hopefully, it doesn't suck. And if it does there's leftover Thai in the fridge."

Cole felt his heart do that weird as hell aching thing it did whenever Cassie was nice to him. He had asked about risotto last time they were watching TV. Cassie put cooking shows on when they needed a break from working. Cole wasn't familiar with a lot of the things they used, but he found himself totally sucked into watching random people cook.

"It smells great," Cole assured her.

Cassie smiled and took another swig from her wine bottle. She offered it to Cole. "It's been a really long day. There's not much left and I'm too lazy to clean wineglasses tonight. You don't mind drinking from the bottle, do you?"

Cole shrugged. "We do that a lot back home."

He got the feeling that Cassie didn't want to talk about the mission over dinner. In between bites Cole told her stories about all of the alcohol they'd found over the years. A bottle of Jack Daniels in a desk in an abandoned factory. The Hennessy stashed under a floorboard in a home they had taken refuge in for a few days. They actually made alcohol at the base that was strong enough to peel paint off a wall. It burned all the way down, but got the job done. Cassie told her own stories about her adventurous roommate and the drinks they had invented together.

(He wished she could go back to being that carefree Cassie again.)

Dinner was great. It always was when Cassie cooked. The risotto was creamy. Cole had never had shrimp before so that was interesting. It wasn't as satisfying as a burger, but not much was.

When both the wine and risotto were gone, Cassie cleared the dishes and stacked them in the sink. She went to the cabinet and pulled out a small bag of cookies. She handed one to Cole.

"It's a macaroon. Try one."

It amused Cole whenever Cassie did this. She liked to guess things he might enjoy, might not have had before. The cookie in question was a golden brown. It was dense, but chewy in Cole's mouth.

"What's in it? It seems familiar." He asked around his next bite.

Cassie took a cookie for herself. "I think it's just coconut and milk. It's weird you've had coconut before. I wouldn't even know how to open one. Did you ever find coconut rum or something? Find some canned pineapple and have a pina colada?"

Cole frowned at her teasing. It wasn't the taste of the cookie, but the smell of it that he recognized. He thought over it some more. He noticed the clock on the microwave and how long he had already been there.

"I know you don't want to, but we should probably get to work. I'm sorry."

Cole was barely able to make eye contact as he apologized. He was out of his chair before Cassie could reply. He felt like such an asshole making her work after the day she'd had. She was right behind him on his way to their makeshift office. Before they reached her clue board, Cassie put her hand around Cole's wrist to turn him around. She pressed her lips together and toyed with the sleeves of her pajama top. She unrolled them as she started to talk.

"I'm glad you're here. I'd had a really bad day and wasn't looking forward to being alone tonight. You actually made it a lot better."

Cassie wrapped her arms around him for a hug. She went to pull away when Cole realized that he should do something. He hitched his left arm around her waist. His right hand found its way to the back of Cassie's neck. She immediately melted back into his arms. Cole leaned his head down so his forehead could rest along hers.

(He could've stayed like that for hours.)

It hit him then. The smell of coconut and something else. It was Cassie's perfume. He'd seen the bottle a dozen times, but never thought anything of it. Before he could stop himself he held his face near the spot where Cassie's neck met her collarbone. The tip of his nose brushed the skin there. Cassie tightened her hold on him. Her head rolled to the side, giving him better access. Cole moved further up her neck and placed a single kiss along it. He paused to see if Cassie would tell him to stop or go on.

(He would stop if she asked him to, but he hoped like hell she wouldn't.)

All she did was whisper his name, a question in her voice. Cole moved his head so he could look at Cassie's face. Her cheeks were flushed in a way that they hadn't been seconds before.

"You smell like coconuts," he explained.

Cassie laughed. "Do you know how completely –"

Cole didn't have time to wonder what Cassie thought he was. She interrupted her own thought by pulling him in for a kiss. It was tentative and a little shaky at first. They almost bumped noses a few times before Cole let Cassie take the lead. She seemed to be content with exploring him slowly. He had no problem letting her set the pace. He was enjoying the feel of her, the taste of her. Her hands were tangled in his hair, while one of Cole's slid to her mid back. Every gasp and moan out of Cassie was a small victory for Cole.

They stood there making out for a few moments before Cassie nudged Cole toward the couch. He tripped over the rug and tumbled, taking Cassie with him. They landed in a heap on the couch.

(And of course like an idiot he had ruined the moment.)

"Cass, you okay?" Cole asked. He looked toward where she had landed.

Both of Cassie's hands were over her face. "Fine."

Cole raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Yeah." She looked at her watch. "We should probably get back to the clue board. Don't want to give Dr. Jones a reason to send you to a new partner."

(As if Cole would ever let her replace Cassie.)

Cassie stood up and started to straighten herself out. She fiddled with her glasses and put her hair up. She pulled out some folders and arranged papers on her desk. Cole watched her for a second, her small, delighted smile setting off fireworks in his chest.

(That smile that was all because of him.)

"You know, I'm here for a couple of days. If we work really hard for a couple of hours there's no reason why we can't take a break."

Cassie's smile widened. "Very logical. How long are we talking?"

Cole made a face like he was thinking very hard. "Two hours?"

"I doubt we make it that long," Cassie snorted as she set a timer .

(And she was right.)

The other chapter will be a companion from Cassie's POV.