Title: Hiding
Author: Lissa

General disclaimers.

   This is just a no plot Cordelia and Doyle fluff. I
was just really missing him on the show and decided to
write a fluffy story. Enjoy.

   Cordelia snuck through the dark of her house. She
tiptoed over to the closet and slid the door open. She
looked in. When her eyes adjusted to the dark she
gasped seeing someone already in there. "Doyle." she
hissed. "This is my spot."
   Doyle grabbed her waist in the dark and pulled her
to sit on his lap. "I'll share."
   Cordelia giggled and let him nuzzle her neck. "It's
not fair."
   He grinned. "And when has fair ever been a
requirement in the Doyle household?" He left a soft
kiss against her throat. "Besides. You know Dennis
will help her cheat anyway. It's no fair letting a
ghost play hide and seek."
   Cordelia smiled softly. "Well...when you put it
that way." She kissed him softly.
   He returned the kiss lovingly. He ran his hand
through her hair and ran his other hand over her hip.
   Her hands lay loosely on his shoulders. Cordelia
froze hearing tiny footsteps race down the stairs. 
   "Are you sure Dennis?" came the innocent voice. "I
didn't see them."
   "Shh." Cordelia advised against his lips. "Looks
like our friendly poltergeist is cheating again."
   Doyle chuckled and burried his face into her
throat. He tried to muffle his laughter into her neck.
   The bedroom door swung open.
   Cordelia nudged him. "Shh!"
   Doyle pulled back and looked at her playfully.
"Don't 'shh' me."
   "Or you'll do what?"
   "This."  He tickled her stomach and neck.
   She squealed and banged her elbow off the door
trying to get away. "Doyle!" she cried in mock
protest.
   The closet door flung open. "Gotcha!" a little girl
around four sang. She jumped into Cordelia's lap. "I
found you mommy!"
   Cordelia pouted. "Only because your father and
Dennis cheat...isn't that right, Dennis?"
   The little girl laughed. "Dennis didn't help."
   Cordelia raised her eyebrow at her daughter. "Is
that so, dear Jacalynn?"
   The small girl gave up with a giggle. "He helped a
little."
   Cordelia stood up and hoisted Jacalynn to her hip.
"Alright. I'm it."
   Doyle brushed his hand through their daughter's
silky hair. "Can you ever forgive me for giving you
up, love?"
   Cordelia mock glared. "I don't know."
   Doyle leaned in and captured her lips with his.
   Jacalynn covered her eyes. "Eww!" she complained.
"Icky."
   Cordelia broke the tender kiss. "One, two,-"
   Doyle's eyes widened. "She's counting!"
   Jacalynn scrambled out of Cordelia's arms with a
squeal. "Run, daddy!"
   Doyle grabbed her hand and they raced off down the
hallway. "Hurry before mommy gets us." he told her.
   Cordelia watched them scamper away with a smile.
She silently counted in her head then hollered. "Ready
or not here I come!" She sprinted down the hallway.
She searched a couple rooms then froze hearing
whispers.
   Doyle obvious accent was heard. "Jackie, you kicked
me...what are 'ye doin'?" 
   There was silence for a moment then he continued.
"Dennis picked out your hiding spot? No fair."
   Cordelia crept up to the door and slowly opened it.
She rolled her eyes at the very Doyle like lump on the
bed. She skipped over to it and tapped him on the
back. "Found you." she said triumphantly. She screamed
when someone grabbed her shoulder. "Doyle!" she
yelled.
   He grinned back at her. "That's just a blanket,
Darlin'."
   She slapped him good naturedly. "Jerk."
   He grinned and kissed her cheek. "I can't help
myself."
   She smiled. "I know you can't...what do you say we
find your daughter. Who knows where that crazy ghost
put her."
   Doyle nodded. "Good idea. I don't want to find her
in the dryer again."
   Cordelia's eyebrows shot up. "Dryer?!" She looked
into the darkness. "Dennis!"


The End