I don't own any of the characters or the story line...or anything at all really! Major Spoilers for 1.11 Father's Day...

We had finished dinner at the diner. Now that she was single again Jill had plans with a random hottie and Claire had gone home to her family which left you and I alone. To say that we had grown close over the past 4 months would be an understatement. I still was unsure how to define our relationship, but I was too afraid to ask in case you stopped coming around. I was sure that one day the discussion would be had and perhaps then you would tell me how you really felt.

It all started after the Glenn Whitney murder. We had spent the day together, chasing down leads and all and I guess you got to see my more supportive, not-so-annoying/intrusive side. We started talking about things other than work. You seemed to smile more when I was around. You found excuses to be in my personal space and I enjoyed every second of it. Each day it seemed to progress into a more intimate relationship without specific intentions to be that way…but neither of us stopped it either.

I guess that's why I found myself pressed up against my door with your lips leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and your hands trying to find their way under my shirt. You're standing with your right leg in between mine and I can feel your gun holster digging into my side as your push your body against me. Cheesy as it may be, I love that you are a cop - a turn on if there ever was one.

I lose my fingers in your soft, dark hair and push my lips onto yours. I can hardly breathe. I push your jacket off your shoulders and you pull your arms free. You pull my sweater over my head and undo my shirt buttons taking a moment to gaze across my chest which is rising and falling rather rapidly with each breath. I am thankful that I had chosen a slightly sexier bra than normal today. You resume planting kisses on my neck and work your way down, tracing my bra line and burying your lips in between my breasts. I hold back a moan, a scream, and a few expletives which seem to be the only words forming in my mind.

I manage to regain enough control to pull your shirt off in between kisses. I trace the lines of the rather large tattoo you have wrapped around your torso. It was a surprise to me the first time this happened, but now it is the only thing I see each time I close my eyes. Your hands find mine and we make our way over to the couch. I lay down and pull you on top of me, our mouths once again attach themselves to each other. You roll over onto your side and prop yourself up on your elbow. Gently, your fingers dance across my stomach and your lips place little circles of kisses on my breast.

"Cindy Thomas," you whispered, "you are…"

It is at this precise moment that the worse possible sound echoes through my lounge room - your cell phone ringing. The infuriating noise jolts my eyes open and tears me from what was fast turning into one of the top 5 moments of my life.

You sigh heavily, and draw the pesky little thing from your back pocket.

"Boxer?"

I want to throttle the person on the other end.

"Yeah…I'm on my way."

You flip the phone shut and return it to your pocket. You pause before you realize you don't need to explain the situation to me. I know you have to go.

"I'm really sorry."

"Yeah…it's fine." I say with a forced smile. Clearly I am lying.

You kiss me again quickly and lift yourself from the couch. Retrieving your shirt and jacket from the floor, you run your fingers through your hair. The transformation from sexy lover to on-duty cop is complete.

"I'll…call you later."

"Sure."

"Bye."

"Wait! What am I?" I asked. Interested in your answer.

You smile and drop your head a little before looking me over once again.

"You're incredible."

You give me a wink, grab your keys and head out the door.

The apartment is quiet but my mind is still racing. My body is aching now that your touch is gone. I get up and head towards the kitchen and switch on my police scanner.

"We have gun shots and a man down. Request for back up immediately."

I splash some water on my face and take a deep breath before re-dressing and heading out the door.

I pull my car over in a side alley and head towards the flashing lights. There are ambulances and squad cars all over the place and at least a dozen officers strewn around the crime scene. There is also a newbie guarding the scene and he doesn't seem thrilled that I'm pestering him for access. I fish around in my bag from my press card.

"Cindy Thomas, San Francisco Register. I'm a friend of Inspector…Lindsay!" I catch sight of you amongst the chaos and you jog over to where I am being held.

"She's alright Officer."

You lift up the tape for me to duck under.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you were reading Deeper in Love." Your voice is deep and the sarcasm rolls off your tongue.

"I thought you were watching Atonement."

You smile, which kind of makes my knees weak, and move a little closer.

"So I hear it was a drive by turn shoot out. Any ideas?"

"Crazy wild hunch - drug dealers."

Suddenly Jacobi comes rushing over. "Hey! 911 just took a call. A white van with a porthole weaving down Georgia and Fourth dinged a couple of cars. The guy can barely drive he must have been hit."

You're suddenly rushing towards the squad car with him and I try my best to hitch a ride.

"You will not even notice me in the back seat."

You shoot me a death glare to end all death glares and I back off.

"Ok fine. Sheesh!"

It was an unreasonable request but you've gotta try your luck - one day she might let me ride along. I gather what information I can from the scene before heading back home.