He stood at her bedroom window looking out into the city, wondering why anyone in their right mind would be wandering the streets of New York at three in the morning. Not that what he was doing was any less dangerous. He tore his gaze from the window and replaced it on the bed. The bed that held so many memories for the both of them, the bed they had cried together on after a tough case, the bed they made love on together their first time and supposedly last time, the bed they shared their inner deepest, darkest secrets on. His gaze traveled across the bed to her figure. She was curled in a ball and wrapped tightly in a comforter. He had to smile at the way her mouth fell open when she slept and she made that stuffy little breathing noise. He made up his mind and decided that he was going to stay until she woke up and maybe have some breakfast together, something rarely done but done all the same. He made his way back to the bed and gently lifted the sheet and comforter to move in beside her and wrap his arms around her.
When she awoke she was surprised he was still there and asleep at eight in the morning. She smiled at the way his hair stuck up in random places and the small amount of drool that was forming in the right corner of his mouth and his soft, but deep snore. They didn't have to go into work today but he still had to go home to his family at some point during the day. She wondered if the sooner the better, maybe the sooner he did it the less painful it would be on both of them, at least that's what she thought. But the truth was it didn't matter how long he stayed or how short of an amount of time he stayed, she still hurt when he went home because she had fallen for him the first day she met him. She knew they were taking a risk, sort of like playing with fire, only much more dangerous. She wasn't sure if his wife knew about there past or not, and if she did how long she was going to put up with it. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him and snuggled deep into his chest. She breathed in his scent, the scent of his shaving cream, cologne, and all the smells that made him Jack Malone, which was possibly the most soothing scent to her, the scent of her friend, her boss and even more her lover. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep. What was sleeping a few more hours going to hurt?