<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I think, given our professions, less mortal peril might be asking too much."  Cat nuzzled him with her cheek, letting out a content sigh.  "The one saving grace is that we're not like, officially partnered on this.  I'm not violating any FBI protocol.  Some unwritten rules, maybe -- a lot -- but nothing I can get fired over."  She rubbed her cheek against him again.  "Right now, I find it hard to prioritize my career over this."  Cat's voice dropped to a low, secretive whisper.  "I don't think I've ever been this... content.  Comfortable.  It's so weird.  I don't know hardly anything about you -- hell, I don't even know if I can get away with shortening your name to 'Gabe' -- and yet I feel completely at home in your arms."</span></span>