From: skypilot_dlm@yahoo.com   
      
   Secret Bathroom Behavior   
   By: skypilot_dlm@yahoo.com   
   Rating: PG-13   
   Category: DRR   
   Spoilers: None   
   Summary: Monica and John indulge in a little secret sharing.   
   Disclaimer: They're not mine, oh but if they were! The song lyrics    
   that appear in this fic do not belong to me either, don't sue!   
   Archive: Gossamer, XFMU, Ephemeral, anywhere else just let me know.   
   A/N: The song I chose for John to sing in the shower is totally    
   tongue in cheek. Take it with a grain of salt 'kay.   
      
      
   What a week: bogus leads, endless paperwork, not to mention our    
   little unit was audited Tuesday and it's only Thursday, we're not    
   even done yet. As John and I get ready to leave for the day, I remind    
   him that we have one more report to give Skinner.   
       
   Thanks to the audit, we have to be hyper vigilant in turning them in    
   on time, or at least I have to be.    
      
   "I'll work on this tonight and it'll be all ready for you to sign    
   tomorrow," I tell him.   
      
   "Thanks," he says wearily, "see ya tomorrow." He looks just as beat    
   as I feel.    
      
   I nod and take my leave.    
      
   The drive back to my apartment was pretty easy considering it's ten    
   at night. I never said working on the x-files would be easy, but in    
   at eight, and out a ten, something's got to give, especially when    
   we're just chasing after misinformation all day.    
      
   I get home and throw my bag and jacket on the chair and    
   start changing out of my clothes on the way to my bedroom.    
   I take a nice hot shower and change into my pj's, and make myself a    
   nice cup of herbal tea. It's not until I'm curled up on the couch    
   with my laptop, ready to work on the report, then I realize that I    
   don't have the file.    
      
   "Oh God," I groan.    
      
   I get up and look through my bag, on my desk, and on the coffee table.   
       
   "John must still have it," I mutter to myself.    
      
   I lift myself from the couch, I go to my room and change    
   out of my pj's and head on over to John's.   
      
   On my way there I call his cell, and his house and I get no answer on    
   both. I hope he's home. When I get there, I see the lights on and his    
   truck is in his driveway, he's home, I knock and ring the bell, and    
   there's no answer. Now I'm worried. I don't normally do this, but I    
   use the key he gave me for emergencies and let myself in.    
      
   "John, are you home?" I call out.    
      
   It's quiet as I make my sweep of the downstairs.    
   There's no sign of John.    
      
   I go upstairs, figuring he's got to be up there.    
   His bedroom door is open. I take a step in. I've never been in here    
   before. I look around his room. It's everything I would imagine his    
   personal space would look like, very masculine, and very ordered,    
   much like the rest of his house. I notice his dress pants and    
   shirtare lying on his bed, it's only then I hear the shower running.    
      
   I gasp. He's in the shower. I'm inexplicably drawn to the slightly    
   ajar bathroom door. I also hear music coming from the shower, and...    
   singing? I smile to myself, John sings in the shower?   
        
      
   "In touch with the ground   
   I'm on the hunt I'm after you   
   Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd   
   And I'm hungry like the wolf   
   Straddle the line in discord and rhyme   
   I'm on the hunt I'm after you   
   Mouth is alive with juices like wine   
   And I'm hungry like the wolf..."   
      
      
   I clasp my hand over my mouth and try to stifle my laughter.    
   I'm breathless as I creep into the bathroom. He'd kill me if he knew    
   I was here, and that I heard his love for eighties pop songs no less.    
   He's got a pretty good voice actually.   
       
   Suddenly my train of thought is completely derailed when I see the    
   vision before me. When I see his spectacular body through his shower    
   doors, my mouth hangs open.   
       
   I peruse his glistening form and I watch as the water courses down    
   his back, and runs over his tight ass. I resist the urge to join him    
   with every fiber of my being. I'd better get out of here before he    
   rinses his hair and sees me. I run downstairs and leave without    
   getting what I came for.   
      
   The next day I'm finding it very hard to concentrate on my work.    
   Every time I look up at John, I remember what I saw last night.    
      
   "Monica?" I snap my head up when I hear John calling my name.    
      
   "Hmm?" I murmur as I busy myself with the report I was supposed to    
   finish last night.   
      
   "You okay, you're pretty quiet today," he says, and eyes me curiously.   
      
   "I'm fine," I tell him and he's still looking at me. "I'm fine...    
   really," I say and give him a bright smile to prove it. If only he    
   knew.   
      
   Later that night, we go to our usual Friday night hang out.    
   I figure the only way for me to get over what I saw, is to let John    
   in on my little secret, so I decide to tease him a little.   
       
   I get up and go over to the jukebox. When I get back 'Hungry Like the    
   Wolf' starts to play. I take a sip of my beer, and grin at John. He    
   turns to me with wide eyes.    
      
   "Monica," he says quietly, "Were you at my house last night?" he asks.   
      
   My grin gets wider. "I don't know what you're talking about, John," I    
   say and he looks at me sternly and I give in.   
      
   "I was. You took the Martin file, and I needed it to finish my    
   report," I tell him.   
       
   "So I went by. When you didn't answer, I let myself in."    
   He just stares at me.   
      
   "It didn't occur to you that I was in the shower, or in bed?" he    
   asks.    
      
   He's annoyed with me. I think maybe he's embarrassed.    
      
   "Sorry, I didn't hear the shower until I got upstairs,"    
   I tell him. We're both quiet for a minute.   
      
   "So John, I hear there's a Mapplethorpe exhibit coming to town,    
   want to go with me? I just love his male portraits,"    
   I say quietly and then take a sip from my drink.    
      
   He turns to face me and looks at me with slightly narrowed eyes.   
       
   "Monica, did you come into the bathroom after you heard the shower    
   running?" he asks in a low, even tone.   
       
   I feel a flush of embarrassment and my cheeks redden.    
   My silence speaks volumes. He's still just staring at me    
       
   "I'm sorry John, I only..." I stammer. Suddenly I'm very flustered.    
      
   "I just...you didn't answer and I got worried," I try to reason.   
       
   And then the incredible image of his wet, naked body comes to mind    
   and... oh God, did the temperature just go up about a million degrees    
   in here or what?    
      
   I take another long sip from my bottle and look back over at John,    
   who's still staring at me.    
      
   "You're gonna pay for that, ya know," he tells me.   
      
   "Oh? Are you going to sneak a peek at *me* in the shower?"    
   I ask and he turns the deepest shade of crimson I've ever seen anyone    
   turn.   
       
   But he quickly recovers, and tells me,    
   "Fair's fair, Monica." He takes a sip of his beer.   
       
   After my revelation, John glances at me with a slight smirk gracing    
   his lips.   
       
   "Tell me John," I start and nudge him with my shoulder,    
   "What secrets are you keeping from me?" I ask with a smile.   
       
   He looks at me and for brief moment his smile fades,    
   but just as quickly, it's back, brighter than ever.   
   He gives me a sidelong glance and takes a long sip of his beer.    
      
   "Wouldn't you like to know?" he says after swallowing.    
      
      
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