This is for Marine, Carolina and all the other hardcore Esplanie fans whom, like me, was/is deeply hurt there there will be no Esplanie in 5x19, even after it was teased by numerous people multiple times...

I had a lot of fun writing this, even if it did take FOREVER because I was imagining it all happening :p I could turn this into a multi chapter if you guys like it, so, let me know? Also, I'm sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors.

I hope you enjoy it - and that we will end up seeing some Esplanie...lets hope, eh? Big love, Sammiee.

Change of heart.

The loft was packed out completely, filled with writers like Cannell and Patterson, The mayor and of course; the precinct employees. But for Lanie, the atmosphere didn't feel right. At first, she had brushed it off and put it down to the fact that The Mayor was there. Well, it was a logical reason, wasn't it? She felt a hand rest softly on her shoulder whilst she swirled the contents of her glass around the edges lazily. Lifting her head slowly, she smiled, seeing Kate. "You're quiet," her voice was soft and concerned and Lanie couldn't help but smile. It was unlike her to be quiet and isolate herself during a party; but it didn't feel right. And as she processed it in her head, the idea as to why began to form. As Kate scanned the room with purpose, she smirked slightly, raising her eyebrows for the complete effect.

"Your midnight kiss isn't here, is he?" The knowing tone to her voice suggested to Lanie that there was no point in even arguing. So she just gave a small smile and passed her wine glass to Beckett while she stood up.

"Girl, I'm gonna go. Have a nice night, yeah? And make sure you give writer boy a New Years kiss." She winked, grabbing her purse and adjusting her dress. When she looked up from her dress, she laughed at Beckett glaring at her. Although, Kate knew she probably would end up kissing him - the rate he was pouring her the alcohol. Well, at least that was the excuse she would use.

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It was flurrying when she stepped out of the door and Lanie looked up at the sky. As beautiful as the snow was, it was cold and sharp as it bit at her fingers whilst the wind kissed her cheeks in the perishing breeze. Large flakes began to fall from the heavens as if the angels were having a pillow fight above her head. Crisp white layers of snow covered every open spot of land; transforming the landscape; making it a magical land full of wonder and undiscovered mysteries. And there was only one place, out of all these places, that she truly wanted to be.

She wrapped her arms around herself, attempting to gain some warmth as she wandered around aimlessly. It began to snow heavier, falling fast and with ease, flakes of the crystallised H2O catching in her curled hair, making it glitter under the dimmed street lights. She stopped and smiled softly as she watched the snow, how it created random patterns within the air; how the snow would settle and dissolve slowly into the soft blanket which had already been formed. A shiver ran through her body as she stepped through a large patch of snow; the cold substance slipping inside her stiletto. She let out a breathy sigh, and watched it turn to water vapour before she carried on walking.

Her equilibrium was off balance and she was a bit shocked to find that she was now stood outside of Esposito's house; armed with a Chinese takeaway. When she had bought that, she couldn't quite remember, but she wasn't complaining. The delicious scents of Egg fried rice and Chicken Chow Mien invaded her nostrils and she inhaled, only then realising how hungry she was...and that she hadn't eaten all day. But, she wasn't quite sure if it was food that she was craving.

Almost cautiously, she lifted a fisted hand and knocked on the door, possibly, a little too hard and she cursed under her breath, remembering her own words. 'Lets not be one of those sad, desperate holiday hookups.' But somehow, this felt different. It didn't feel desperate, it felt real. She wanted this. She craved real, and she wanted him. She just hoped and prayed that he felt the same. Her heart almost stopped beating as he opened the door. Through the little crack in the half opened door, she could see that he was wearing one of his tight fitted t-shirts which, when they were together, made her go weak at the knees. Her mouth began to open and close, trying to formulate a sentence that would make sense, but for once; words failed her. Espo's eyes were also wide. she was stood on his doorstep, in the snow wearing a tight fitting black dress and stilettos, her hair hanging loosely around her neck in large ringlets. Her eyelashes had clearly been done with precision as each small eyelash had been covered equally and separated evenly. Her lips were painted in a deep shade of plumb; he loved that colour on her. He became aware that he was just standing there looking her up and down so tried to formulate some kind of sentence.

"Lanie?" She was undeniably glad to hear his voice, there was a questioning tone to it, but she also heard a hint of happiness which made her heart swell. "What are you doing here?" He asked, opening the door fully. "And...you have Chinese food?" at that point, Lanie let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, well done detective." She smiled and tilted her head, her eyes sparkling. They had the glint that he hadn't seen since they'd broken up - and it was what he had missed. Along with their relationship.

"And...you're here?" He sounded so sweet and shocked like he couldn't quite believe that she was there; with him. He hadn't for one minute thought that she would turn up on his doorstep at one minute to twelve. As she looked up at him, the snowflakes still in her hair as they continued to fall around her, he couldn't help put think how angelic she looked.

"I realised that I couldn't start the new year without you, Javi. It didn't feel right...but, this...this does..." The glint in her eye gave him the confirmation that he craved and he grasped her waist, pulling her through the door and against his toned chest, crushing his lips down onto hers. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she dropped the takeaway on the floor; neither of them caring - both hungry for each other, rather than the Chinese food. As they kissed, the bell for midnight rang and both of their lips curved up into smiles against the others.

"Feliz año nuevo, Chica." He whispered into her ear as he softly began to kiss the area of delicate skin which lay there, drawing a soft moan from Lanie's lips.

"Happy new year, Javi."