At seven o'clock that night, there was a light knock at the door and Gina went slowly to it. When she opened the door there was no one there. She frowned and then went to close the door when she found a large envelope on the floor. She picked it up and went inside.

In Oliver's cursive script it read: "Gina, don't be freaked out. I need to clear some things up. Unlock the door. Put this on and then sit on the couch. When I tap you on the shoulder, don't turn around. Take the blindfold off and take the note cards out of the envelope and answer the questions (and honestly) on them. Don't look at the next question. Trust me. There's a can of mace in here, too, if I'm freaking you out, feel free to lay one on me. Oliver."

Gina frowned turning the blindfold over in her hand. It was the weirdest thing she ever heard. There was, in fact, a can a mace. She was curious. And she figured that since she had mace, and Mouse would be there within minutes if anything were to happen that was creepy, she'd have help. She did as the note said.

She felt the tap on her shoulder. She pushed up the blindfold and opened the envelope again. She sighed and read the first card. "Do you want to know who I am?"

"Yes," she answered.

He tapped her on the shoulder again.

"Do you have feelings for me?" She read out loud. "Um, yes. I think I do. I mean, the notes have been really nice. You...you make me feel special."

He tapped her on the shoulder again.

"What if I was someone you didn't want me to be?" she frowned at that one. "I think we could be friends. We seem to get along fine. I don't see any reason why I wouldn't want you to be who you are."

He tapped her on the shoulder again.

"Do you have feelings for your friend ... Mouse?" she read. "How do you know Mouse?"

She was replied with a tap. She sighed again, "Yes, I have feelings for Mouse. He's one of my dearest friends," she answered. He tapped her on the shoulder.

She picked up the next card. "What if he kept something from you? Would you forgive him?" she read. "I don't think Mouse would ever keep something from me. And if he did, he probably would have a good reason for it. So, yes, I'd forgive him," she said rubbing at the blindfold on her head. She felt it being pulled off. "Oliver, this is really weird," she said and he tapped her shoulder again. She picked up the next card. "If Mouse asked you out on a date what would you say?" she read, "Why are you asking all these questions about me and Mouse?" she demanded. He tapped her shoulder. She sighed. "Yes. I'd say yes."

He tapped her on the shoulder. She sighed and picked up the next card. "If Oliver asked you out what would you say?" she read. "Yes, I think. But you're making me nervous about that with all these questions."

Something slid down her shoulder. She grabbed at it and caught a rose.

"Thanks," she said starting to turn towards him. His hand turned her head back.

"Okay, okay," She picked up the next card. "Do you love Mouse in a romantic way? Really, Oliver, we're getting pretty personal here."

He tapped her shoulder. "I don't know. I care a lot about him. Yes, I have feelings for him. Yes, I'd like to find out if I love him or not. But that's not your business. I know we're friends and maybe I might have feelings for you too. I don't know that either. But at least I know his face. I don't know yours," she said shaking now.

There was a tap on her shoulder gentler this time. She read the card.

"Put the blindfold back on," she sighed and complied. "You're seriously making me wonder about you, Oliver," she said crossing her arms around her. "What's next?" she demanded.

She heard movement. She felt a hand on her cheek. Then soft lips on hers. She pulled away at first but he moved with her kissing her softly. She melted into the couch as he deepened the kiss. She moaned as his hands went around her waist. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked between kisses. There was no answer as he went to kiss her neck softly.

"Mouse?" She said moving a blind hand to his head.

"How'd you know?" he asked stopping.

"I know your touch. Your kiss. Maybe not like this. But I know it," she said pulling off the blindfold. .

"Are you mad?" he asked leaning back.

"Confused but not mad," she said.

He sighed. "I didn't mean to not tell you my name. It just...it never came up. And I didn't bring it up," he ran a hand through his hair. "And the notes...I could tell you what I wanted to tell you but couldn't in person."

"Why not?"

"I have a hard time telling people how I feel. On paper it's easier."

"Mouse?"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me again," she said pulling him from the collar of the shirt to her.

"Oliver," his shoulder shook.

"Ollie."

"Mouse!"

Mouse rubbed his eyes. "What?" he asked trying to pull himself out of sleep.

"Sleeping on the job?" Corbin asked looking at him.

"Oh, man," Mouse said pushing photographs out from under him.

"Want me to call off the Bahamas?"

"No. No. I'm fine."

"You're exhausted."

"It goes with the job."

"I turned some down for January."

"Thanks," Mouse said rubbing his face. It was a nice dream. But he didn't think Gina would go for that scenario that easily.

"When I said take a vacation in Greece I meant it. What were you doing all that time?" Corbin demanded. Mouse looked at him pointedly. "Can we at least get some travel agency to pay for all those pictures you must have took?" Corbin groaned.

"I do it for the pleasure; not the money."

"And that's why you have me," Corbin told him sarcastically. Mouse got up scrapping his chair behind him and stretched. "Something else bothering you, kid?"

"Gina," Mouse answered honestly and rubbed his forehead.

"You two have a fight or something?"

"Not anything. That's the problem."

"You two haven't ...you know."

"No. Not anything."

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah, seriously. She's a good friend. I don't want to screw that up."

"But you want to screw..." Corbin laughed. Mouse shot him a warning glare. Corbin laughed again.

"I have a good thing going on with Gina. I don't want to mess up our friendship. If I tell her I have feelings for her and she doesn't feel the same way about me..."

"Oliver, the way she looks at you...you have no worries there."

"You think she looks at me?"

"Man, you are one of the three blind mice."

Mouse shook his head. "And then there's the notes..."

"What notes?"

"I've sort of been writing her these notes..."

"What? Like love notes or something?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"And what'd she say to that?"

"She doesn't know it's me."

"You sent them anonymously?"

"Sort of. I signed them Oliver."

"I don't get it," Corbin said shaking his head.

"She doesn't know me as Oliver. She knows me as Mouse. I never told her my given name."

Corbin laughed. "How'd the hell you get around that?"

"I don't know. And it just seemed easier to tell her how I feel in a letter. I figured maybe somehow she'd figure it out. But she hasn't."

"What me to call her up and say "Hey, is Oliver there? She'd say Oliver who? I'd say you know, Mouse, the guy that's put a huge dent in your couch."

"There's an idea," Mouse said with a slight smile.

"It could work."

"And just why would you be calling her looking for me when I have a cell phone?"

"Just an idea. I can bring it up in conversation. Say at Wolf's party, New Years."

"I got to do some thinking," Mouse said picking up the photos and putting them back into their envelope. "These are good to go."

"With your drool all over them."

"They're fine," Mouse said shoving them in Corbin's hands.

"Ready for the Bahamas?"

"Yeah. All packed. I'm just going to drop off a Christmas present to Gina tonight before I go. I got a midnight flight."

"Are you going to tell her tonight?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I can't. I have got to think some more."

"If you think anymore you're going to explode. What about Tessa?"

"That's not happening either."

"She wants you."

"I know."

"So, why not?"

"I don't want her."

"Because of Gina?"

"That and she's not my type anyways. I didn't before Gina. I'm not now," Mouse said packing his camera bag.

"This is Tessa Martin we're talking about; how can she not be anyone's type?"

"Tessa's a good person. I like her. As a friend. Nothing more."

"As a friend, I want to tell you; you're nuts."

"Thanks for the support."

"Welcome."

"Got your tickets?"

"Yeah. You book me to go home?"

"Of course, and why don't I add a few more days to the end of that. Get some shut eye at your folks."

"Maybe."

"Don't make me pull rank here."

"Yes, sir," Mouse said and stopped packing his bag. He closed his eyes and put a hand to his eyes.

"Is that what this is all about? You still can't put it behind you; can you?"

Mouse sat on the ground and sighed. "Do you ever wake up at night and just see their faces? You don't know who they are but you see them. You see their blood... parts tossed around..."

"I thought you were doing better."

"The sound of the bombs. The gunfire. The shouting."

"Oliver."

"It just hits me every once in awhile," Mouse said snapping back from the memory.

"That's why you're not sleeping. Are you sure you want the Bahamas? I can get Tobin..."

"No, I'm fine. Honest," Mouse said with a half smile standing up, sliding the camera bag over his shoulder.

"Alright," Corbin said with a sigh.