Sgt. Lucy Bates sits at a table in a posh restaurant. All gussied up in a shiny blue dress, she orders a drink for herself. A moment she had waited for, to have a nice dinner date with an insurance adjuster she fancied. She smiles to herself and can't keep her heart from skipping a beat when she notices him from the back. Before she can call out his name, he walks toward a different table where a pretty, young, brunette awaits.

At the bar, former detective, John D. LaRue makes an order of his usual club soda. He scopes out the place to see who's around before taking a sip.

Behind him, he hears the familiar female voice.

"Clark?" Lucy calls out, standing up. Her expression is that of distress as she watches the man reach over to kiss the woman at the table. Clark sees her, then rushes over to the now heartbroken sergeant.

J.D. watches the whole scene unfold.

"Lucy, Beth needs me. We had problems. But, we got those ironed out." Clark pleads.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to hurt you. You've got to believe me. Just don't make a big thing out of this."

"A big thing? Why would I do that? I only sent my son to sleep over his friend's place so that I could sit here with egg on my face." Lucy answers in a hyper-sensitive tone. She calms down and puts her hands out before doing anything rash, like pouring her drink on him. "You know what? Just go back to your tootsie and have a nice meal." She sits back down fast, trying to collect her thoughts. Profoundly embarrassed by the whole situation, she hides her face in her hands.

J.D. looks back at the couple at the table, then back at his former co-worker sitting alone and miserable.

Clark sits back with his girlfriend. As they chat and laugh, the insurance adjuster feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to be met with J.D. who stands with hands to hips.

"Why don't you learn how to treat women better, rather than leave 'em like cold fish?"

Clark asks in confusion, "Who are you?"

"Obviously someone who cares a great deal more that you left the lady over there without an apology."

Clark stands up. "If you care so much, then why don't you keep her company?"

J.D. gives him a smile of amusement. Lucy launches from the seat in anger as he starts to approach her.

"J.D.? What are you doing here? I can take care of myself." She points to herself for added emphasis. "What's with everybody wanting to get in my business for everything? Now my personal life? Thanks. Thanks a lot."

"Lucy…" He says.

Lucy swipes her jacket and leaves in a huff. Just before he can go after her, J.D.'s stopped by the waiter.

"Who's going to pay for her drink?"

"What?" J.D. answers, watching Lucy exit the door.

"Look, I need to know who's going to pay for the wine she ordered.

Disgusted and frantic, J.D. pulls out a few bills from his jacket pocket, slamming it down on the vacant table. Gritting his teeth he says, "Here! Here's the money for one lousy glass of wine!" He pushes his way past the waiter.

Outside, he goes in search of her. Then he hears someone trying to start up the ignition to no avail.

Lucy turns the key again, only to hear the motor sputter and finally stall.

J.D. hangs onto the driver side window, watching her panicked expression turn to desperation as she jogs the key in the ignition, then drop her head on the steering wheel in defeat.

"I think your battery's dead."

Lucy rolls her watery eyes. "I was supposed to get a new one. I thought, just one more trip."

"Need any help?" He asks with an innocent glance.

"I've had enough of your help for one night." She answers sarcastically.

"Come on, Lucy. I'm sorry." He carefully answers. "The guy was a creep. He got what he deserved. Nobody should treat you like that. How long have we been friends?"

"Friends? Now you're stretching it, J.D."

"Okay. How long have we known each other for?"

Wearily, Lucy answers, "Since I got out of the academy." She looks at him with a growing smirk on her face. "When did you learn how not to treat women like sex objects?"

He shrugs. "Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks?" Then he smiles, making her smile.

In between sniffles, she giggles back. Her tone of voice jumps between wonderment and sadness as she recounts the pitiful happenings. "I get stood up and dumped. Then my battery dies. Oh God, I need a cab." She floods with tears again. "I'm having a really rotten day." Wiping her eyes, she tries to laugh it off.

"Bad days? Man, your bad day is a walk in the park for me. Hell, I practically invented 'em."

Lucy giggles again. J.D. always had a way of chipping away at a bad mood, either with raunchy humor or saying something that would make people smile. He could be extremely charming or opportunistic or both. This time, he just made her feel better. The former detective who suffered from many a foolish heart and addictions.

J.D. takes a deep breath before saying, "Look, let me just bring you home. Then you can call a garage the next morning and get this baby towed." He angles with a shrug. "If anybody gives you a hard time, just tell 'em it's police business. Hey, you're a sergeant."

Lucy looks at him with hurt yet gratefulness in her eyes. Slowly, she nods in agreement. "Okay." She answers quietly with a growing smirk on her face.

He opens the door for her. As they walk away, she says, "I still want to know when you changed."

"Sometimes? I really don't know, myself."

After arriving back at her apartment, J.D. keeps his distance from Lucy. He never tried to turn on his charm for her at any time and he wasn't about to start now.

He waits for her to tell him to leave.

Lucy says with a hint of sarcasm, "That was some night." She opens the door to a darkened apartment. "I can't believe that happened. Then again, I can. My track record with guys…" She holds her jacket, looking at him. "Never mind. I'm boring you."

J.D. chooses not to say anything as it's a little uncomfortable for him to be around her in such a casual setting. His eyes move around the unfamiliar surroundings.

Lucy says with a smirk. "Okay. Thanks…for everything. You were right. The guy was a creep."

J.D. gives her a gracious smile.

Without thinking, she takes his arm and gives him a kiss.

He stares at her in disbelief.

It takes her a moment to realize what she's just done and to who. She says, "You need to do that again."

They kiss again. This time a little longer. She tosses her jacket on the couch. He looks over quickly. Lucy turns his head to face hers and kisses him a third time. She untucks his shirt.

J.D. pulls away with a heavy breath. "Wh… What are you doing?" He asks with nervousness. "I mean, you? Me?" He hedges.

Lucy grabs hold of his collar. She says in a matter-of-fact tone, "I don't want to be alone tonight."

J.D., unable to calm his galloping heartbeat says, "And, you won't."

They quickly continue to kiss. She puts her arms over his shoulders, realizing there is no height difference between them.