Conflict resolution (at last they cheer), but seriously. Look out for the M rated epilogue in the coming days ;) Thank-you for being such great readers and reviewers!

He knocked on her front door after finally mustering up the courage to talk to her. He was let in by Mr Butler who seemed cooler than usual but allowed him in regardless. "I was wondering if Miss Fisher was in?"

Mr Butler considered the man for a moment, by all rights Inspector Robinson was the last person he should be letting into the house. Miss Fisher had been in a disgraceful mood ever since he had last let the Inspector up to see her. Mr Butler however also knew that the only way for Miss Fisher to get back to her usual self was through the Inspector.

He took the Inspectors coat and hat before gesturing to the stairs, "She is in her room I believe."

Jack almost turned around and walked back out of the house. Last time he had gone up to her room he had caught her only in her underwear and that had been the result of their ensuring awkwardness ever since.

The door was slightly ajar when he reached it and with a slight hesitation he peeked in to see Miss Fisher curled on her bed fast sleep. He rolled his eyes, of course the only time he actually wanted to talk she would be sleeping. Never the less he slipped in the door shutting it behind him with a gentle click. He sat on the edge of the bed and she moved slightly as he did. She was laying on her side with one knee bent up and her back to him. He couldn't help but notice that her skirt had slipped up in her sleep revealing the majority of her stocking clad leg. Even in her sleep she caused him anguish. He wanted to reach out and touch her hair, but thought better of it, instead settling for watching her breathe gently.

"Do you always slip into bedrooms of sleeping women?" She had woken when the door had clicked shut, but had kept her eyes shut not really wanting to be disturbed.

"Only yours Miss Fisher."

"You will be happy to know that Mr Taft confessed to the blackmail and murders." She didn't comment so he continued, "I was surprised you slipped out after he was arrested. Not like you to duck out at the most exciting part." He was surprised when she had not stayed at the station while Dot gave her statement, which was part of the reason he was there now.

She rolled over to face him before speaking, deciding she could trust him, "I have a headache."

The words were out before he had time to even think of the consequences, "Do you often say that to men in your bedroom?"

She stared at him dumbstruck, "Jack Robinson, did you just flirt with me?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

She remembered herself, "You did too." A small smile crept onto her face and she knew everything was going to be okay. "Can we be friends please Jack?"

He looked at her as she sat up on the bed beside him, their thighs touching, "I'm sorry Phryne."

"Me too" she was searching his eyes for forgiveness, "let's just forget it Jack?"

He gave her a half smile and she continued, knowing he really didn't want to talk about it as much as she.

"Are you working tomorrow?"

"It's my short day, so not until 12" he gave her a questioning look which she returned, "Well why don't you stay for an early dinner?" he could very easily say no to Miss Fisher, but did not have the ability to say no to Mr Butlers cooking. He must have looked hesitant though because she grabbed his hand and squeezed,

"Its Dot's birthday party actually, but we could have a quiet dinner and then join the party?"

He instantly felt guilty and it showed on his face, she smirked at him and put their hands on his thigh, "You told Hugh he couldn't have the evening off."

"He told me he had a party, he didn't tell me it was Miss William's birthday party."

"Oh he tried" she continued to smirked at him, "But the Inspector wouldn't listen" she mimicked Hugh to Jacks amusement, "anyway he managed to swap his shift and he will be here at 8. But I don't think Dot is your biggest fan right now either. So you will stay?" If she was honest the last thing she felt like doing was entertaining, but the thought of Jack enduring it with her made her feel slightly better.

"Of course Miss Fisher." He really didn't have anywhere else to be and besides, he really did like to spend time with her.

"Perfect! I will tell Mr Butler, wait here." She was out of the room before he had a chance to reply and lay back on her bed letting out a sigh. He was relieved that they were no longer fighting, but he wasn't sure they were totally out of the clear.

...

They enjoyed a quiet dinner in the dining room surrounded by candle light and a very good bottle of wine which had gone straight to their heads. She had declared herself headache free after their first glass of wine, but he couldn't help but notice how tired she had looked when she said it. But being Miss Fisher, he had chosen to believe her, he knew if she didn't want him there she would have said so. Eventually they joined the party when the noise had reminded them where they really should be. He was now certain that they would be fine, she had smiled at him all night and had made no mention of their previous fights or the fact that he had seen her basically naked.

...

They had drunk far too much wine and she was flushed in the face and was giggling at almost everything he said. And he really wasn't being that funny. She had grabbed his hands in hers and was talking animatedly about, well he wasn't sure what about, he was far too busy looking at her. She was beautiful. Her eyes were shining and her hands were warm in his. Mr Butler had taken to refilling their wine glasses and he honestly wasn't sure how much he had to drink. They were turned into each other and it was now that his brain decided to rejoin the conversation. "You will have to come to tea with Lady Cleo Jack, she loved you, I can tell." The look in her eye told him that she was probably eat him alive, but he found himself nodding and agreeing that they should go to tea with her. She had after all helped them catch a murderer and there was something about that woman that drew him in. A small part of his brain thought that perhaps this would be how Miss Fisher might end up one day, but another part of his brain told him not to be so silly.

...

She hadn't realised she had fallen asleep, but as her eyes blinked open and the sound of laughter filled her ears she cursed herself. Although she realised she was leaning into someone and couldn't help the contented sigh that escaped her lips as she realised who it was. "Jack" her head was resting on his shoulder and she realised it was his laughter that had woken her.

"Good to see you're enjoying the party." She had been asleep for about 15 minutes, her head slipping onto his shoulder before her breathing had slowed and her body had gone limp resting heavily against him.

"I told you I was tried" she grumbled as her eyes adjusted to the light.

"And I believe you." She sat up slightly and looked around the room to the party which appeared to still be in full swing.

Hugh was sitting on Dots lap on the armchair and she as positive this had been the cause of the laughter moments before. He caught her looking at them with bright eyes, "I'm glad Hugh and Dot seem to be back to their happy selves"

"No thanks to us Inspector" he couldn't help but chuckle at this, although felt slightly guilty. She laid her head back on his shoulder heavily and stifled a yawn with her hand.

"You should go to bed if you're tired" he spoke into her hair goosebumps appeared all over her body at his warm breath. She shut her eyes for a moment, she desperately wanted to go to bed and sleep for a week, but really didn't want to leave the comfort of Jack. She pulled away from him and looked up to his face which was filled with concern and something attune to love. She opened her mouth to speak but he raised his eyebrows at her in warning. She laughed instead and bumped his shoulder, "Jack" he shook his head at her and looked back across the room to the party.

...

It was sometime later after she had fallen asleep again and was woken by him shifting slightly (she was practically laying on him) that she realised what she really wanted.

The music was still playing in the background, but most of the party was off in their own world. Jane had gone to bed and Hugh and Dot were still sitting on the armchair talking quietly, while Bert and Cess and Mr Butler were sitting on the ground around the fire drinking from the brandy bottle. She turned her face to look at Jack who didn't seem to notice that she was awake.

She bit the inside of her cheek; Jack looked so… she didn't even have a word. He saw the look she cast him and couldn't help but agree with it. She longed to kiss him and something of this must have shown on her face for he suddenly spoke in very husky tones which sent her slightly into shock.

"Now is not the time Miss Fisher."

She knew he was right, they were surrounded by people, and Jack was hers for private consumption. She put her head back on his shoulder and slipped her hand back into his, "I'm glad were friends again Jack."