Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: I tried to foist this plot bunny onto mingsmommy but she just wouldn't take it. So...here it is. :D

"Does it hurt?" Emily asked.

Rossi shook his head. "It's just a sprain. My pride hurts more."

She grinned. "Morgan seemed to find the whole thing amusing."

"Morgan takes pleasure in my humiliation."

"If you hadn't tripped because you were staring at my ass, he wouldn't be laughing at you."

"That hose was the color of the grass. I wouldn't have seen it anyway."

"So you admit it?"

She turned and gave a wiggle, looked at him over her shoulder. "Does this do it for you, Rossi?"

"You do it for me. But your ass? Makes me believe in a higher power."