A/N Thanks so much to everyone who's read or reviewed this story, it means so much to me. I don't know where to go with this from here, if I should continue or not, but either way, I am planning some more Jassandra stuff in the future.

Thankfully, when Cassandra got to her apartment, Jake woke up enough for her to get him inside. He didn't speak. Whatever Jones gave him was wearing off, but it left him basically sleepwalking.

Cassandra stood indecisively in her living room, with Jake hanging off her shoulder. She figured he'd be more comfortable in an actual bed, but she already didn't know how he'd respond to waking up in her apartment, let alone her bedroom.

The couch it was then. Cassandra tried to maneuver him in front of her rather large couch, but just as she let go of him to try an lay him down, he fell on top of her, trapping her underneath him on the couch.

Cassandra let out a muffled squeak. Jake was heavy. Not that she was surprised, with the muscles he had hidden under his button-up shirts. She managed to wiggle out from under him, trying to not think about his muscles, but that left her pressed between him and the back of the couch. She hated to admit it, but that position was actually very comfortable, on her side next to him, her head level with his chest. She knew she shouldn't, but she also knew she might never get the chance again, so she rested her head on his chest with a small sigh. It was only for a minute. She was so tired from half-carrying him all over creation, plus she'd have to stay up all night anyway, to make sure he didn't have some kind of further reaction to the mystery drug. She'd just rest for a minute . . .

~o0o~

Jake woke up to the sun in his face, but didn't open his eyes. He knew without looking that he was not in his own bed. In fact, he was on a couch, judging by the armrest digging into his neck. Also, and more concerning, there was a girl snuggled up to his side.

This was far from the first time Jake had woken up in a strange place with a strange girl, but it was the first time since becoming a Librarian. The last thing he remembered was being in the bar with Jones. Everything past that was fuzzy, but he knew he wouldn't have intentionally drunk enough to wipe out his memories unless something had gone really wrong.

Another interesting observation, he and whoever he was sharing the couch with both appeared to be fully clothed. Jake was pretty sure he even had his boots on. Something was definitely not right.

The girl sighed and stretched, bringing one of her hands up to rest on his chest by her head. Jake decided that maybe it was time to open his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a familiar shade of red hair spilling down an equally familiar face and onto his chest.

He was sharing a couch with Cassandra. What the hell happened last night?

Jake must have made some kind of noise, or moved or something, because Cassandra suddenly jumped awake, locking eyes with him. Her mouth fell open into a cute little 'o' telling Jake that she hadn't intended to wake up that way either.

"Cass—" Jake started, but Cassie's blurted apology and elbow to his gut cut him off. She'd tried to get off of him, but the only way for her to do that was to use her elbow to prop herself up by pushing into his stomach, which she did without thinking. At his startled "oof", she pulled her arm off of him, apologizing again, but since she'd kinda been holding herself up with that arm, she fell back onto his chest.

"Sorry," she said for the third or fourth time, blushing bright red, her face inches from his.

Jake couldn't help it. He started laughing. He had no idea how or why he was in the situation he was, but somehow Cassandra still managed to be adorable.

Cassandra felt is laughter more than heard it, and before long she was laughing too, albeit more apprehensively. Jake was smiling that smile that reached his eyes, so hopefully that meant he wasn't upset?

"Here," Jake held out a hand to help her sit up. After some finagling, they ended up upright next to each other. As soon as Jake got vertical, his head began pounding. Cassandra looked like she wasn't sure what to say, so Jake started, asking, "What exactly happened last night?"

Cassandra blushed again. "What do you remember?" she asked carefully.

"I was at a bar with Jones. We were arguing about—" Jake frowned, trying to make sense of his memories, "About you, I think."

"Me?" Cassandra's mind worked frantically. Should she tell Jake what Jones recorded him saying? That would be so awkward, especially if it wasn't true. But he deserved to know, didn't he? She couldn't just not tell him.

Jake continued, not appearing to notice Cassandra's inner struggle, "And Jones got me a drink, with was weird, because he never—"

"Jake?" Cassandra interrupted, "I need to tell you something." He didn't answer, but he stopped talking and looked at her, so she took that as a sign to keep going. "Jones, well, first off, I think he drugged you, but he called me yesterday, but instead of him when I answered, it was your voice and—" Cassandra ran out of words, not sure how to say the next part. It was entirely possible she was taking that recording out of context. It could mean anything, really.

"What did I say?" Jake could tell that Cassandra was struggling with whatever this was.

Cassandra looked down at her hands in her lap, not able to bring herself to meet his eyes. "That you love me?"

Jake was quiet for so long that Cassandra finally looked up. When her eyes met his, he sighed, "Cassie, I'm sorry."

That was exactly what Cassandra was afraid to hear. They were just getting to that point when she thought maybe they could become closer friends, but now, she'd ruined that with her stupid, fruitless hopes. Jake had to know now how she felt; she couldn't keep her emotions off of her face.

Jake didn't know what to do. He didn't want to lie to her, but if he told her the truth everything would change. She could barely look at him as it is. "I hate that you had to find out like that, especially since I don't even remember saying it. I didn't mean for anything to happen," he continued quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Cassandra's bright blue eyes snapped back to his. She looked startled. "It's true?"

"Yeah, um, I don't know how Jones found out, but . . ." Jake trailed off.

Cassandra laughed, startling Jake. "You didn't just mean it like a sister, or friend, or something?" she hedged, trying not to get too excited.

"I've tried," Jake chuckled, "Darlin', believe me, I've tried to think of you like a sister, but it has yet to work."

Cassandra wasn't sure she could trust what she was hearing. "You actually love me?" she asked again. It didn't seem like it could be true, but he nodded slowly.

Cassandra burst into tears.

Jake blinked, totally out of his element. Give him a squad of ninjas over a crying woman any day, especially when that woman was the redhead sitting in front of him. "Cassie?" Jake scooted toward her, putting a tentative hand on her shoulder, not sure if his touch would be welcome.

Cassandra wiped her eyes, "Sorry, I just, I didn't think, I told myself it wasn't—" Not sure what else to do, because she certainly couldn't seem to articulate a coherent thought, she hugged him.

"Darlin'?" Jake hugged her back, his confusion mounting.

Cassandra let him go. "Sorry," she said again, taking a breath. "I guess I kind of owe you an explanation." Jake raised an eyebrow, so she hurried on. "The reason Jones accosted you in the bar and tried to get you to say what you did was because one of my truths in Oklahoma was that I think I'm in love with you too?" she bit her lip, wincing.

Jake laughed, unable to stop himself. "You look like you think I'm going to get mad or something," he took her hand in his, "You really said that you love me in order to keep the door open? You told Jones?"

Cassandra nodded shyly. "Right after I said I'm scared of ravioli and hate babies."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jake demanded, laughing some more.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Cassandra countered, smiling.

"Point taken," Jake opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else, but before he could both of their phones went off.

Cassandra groaned, knowing that that could only mean one thing, "Does the world have to pick now to need saving?"

Jake chuckled and stood up, still holding Cassandra's hand. "I thought you liked saving the world."

"I do, but," Cassandra jumped to her feet and kissed Jake lightly on the lips, "It doesn't leave much time for other things." Grinning at the surprised but pleased look on Jake's face, she turned around to grab her phone.

"It leaves enough time for a better first kiss than that," Jake said.

Cassandra turned around in surprise. Jake, very slowly, put one hand on her hip and the other in her red curls, pulling her closer. This kiss was serious, with a promise of more to come after the case was over. It left Cassandra breathless.

"Great," she said when Jake let her go. "Now I want to save the world even less."

Jake laughed.

~o0o~

The realized that they couldn't exactly show up in their clothes from the day before, so Cassandra let Jake take her car and run to his place while she took a quick shower. He kissed her again before he left and promised to be back to pick her up.

Jones was waiting for them when they got to the Library. "What's the emergency?" Cassandra asked, heading for the clippings book.

"There isn't one," Jones smiled.

"What?" Jones glared at the thief.

"Yeah, I just wanted to see how well my scheme worked," Jones shrugged.

"Your scheme?" Jake said angrily, "You mean drugging me? What did you give me, anyway?"

"I have no idea."

"You don't know?" Jake asked in disbelief. "How can you not know? You could have killed me!"

"But I didn't," Jones pointed out, seeming completely unaffected.

Jake took a step toward Jones, but Cassandra jumped between them, putting a hand on Jake's chest. "It worked out fine, didn't it?" she asked quietly. "Not that I agree with Ezekiel's methods," she shot the thief a look, "But didn't it end up for the better?"

Jake allowed himself a smile. "Yeah, it did."

"So I guess you owe me a thanks, then," Jones smiled cheekily.

Jake pulled Cassandra into a kiss, ignoring Jones's complaint. "Nope. I think I owe Cassandra a date, though."

"A date?" Cassandra asked shyly. "Right now?"

"We don't have a case, so. . ." Jake smiled the eye-touching smile, "How does breakfast somewhere sound?"

"Sounds perfect."