"I told you I was matching photos on file with the crime scene pics," Heero grumbled. Dressed in a black turtleneck, jeans, and a leather coat, he looked cold and annoyed; his chocolate hair tumbled in his blue eyes.

"I know, I know,"Duo apologized sincerely. "Sorry. I accidentally scooped them all up when I left. It was stupid."

Heero took the file and then stood there, silent. "Well," he finally asked. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Wrong?" Duo croaked in embarrassment.

"What's in your other hand?" Heero demanded. "You're obviously hiding it."

"N-Nothing..." Duo began, but then sighed in exasperation and brought that hand out from behind his back. A long neck bottle of beer hung from one finger.

Heero stared.

"It's... stuck," Duo admitted. "I was juggling food, the remote, and the beer, so I stuck my finger in the bottle to carry it that way. I can't get it out. I've been working it in and out, in and out, twisting it, jiggling it... nothing. It's a damned tight hole."

Heero flushed uncomfortably and leaned in to study the problem. He tried working Duo's finger around himself, his strong hands moving it in and out. Duo felt very warm. When Heero looked at him, he saw that Duo was wide eyed and blushing red.

"We'll need water, soap, towels, a clear lubrication, and a soft area," Heero said at last.

It was Duo's turn to blink. "You sound like an expert at getting things out of tight places, Heero!"

Heero smirked as he snaked a hand around Duo's waist and pulled him into the apartment. "Actually, I'm good at getting things into tight places."