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She hated his smirk. That little grin, that drew her back to him time and time again. No matter how many attempts she made to rid of Toby Logan, he found his way back to her one way or another, and that… scared her. She had never met anyone so keen on staying beside her, but there he was, knowing her every move, knowing what made her… tick, like clockwork. He knew her darkest motives, what she felt, what she's gone through. All in all she felt unsure of what he meant to her. A friend wasn't quite the right definition; and neither was acquaintance. He saved her life, and had been there to sympathize with her, and hold her hand when she was scared, though she'd never show it. So what does that make him?

Charlie stood from her desk, that late evening to return home. A yawn escaped as she shut off her computer and took the folder filled with the descriptions of their latest suspects. As she proceeded on, she saw Toby leaning against the doorway. He saw that she had seen him, and made his way over to her, that little smirk plastered on his face.

As she found her voice she asked strongly, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." He answered honestly, his smile growing wider.

"Do you find something amusing Mr. Logan?"

"No."

"Well… it's after hours, and I have to go home, so could you just come in tomorrow and tell me?"

Charlie made a move to walk passed, but he stepped in front of her, letting his smile drop, ever so slightly. She let out a frustrated sigh, and look up to meet his eyes. "This is important, I presume?"

"Uh… yeah." He shrugged, not even buying his own words.

"I- I just wanted to say… thank you."

"How is that important? And what does it have anything to do with the case?"

He shook his head, dropping the subject, and holding up his hands to surrender. "Okay," she finally spoke, not wanting to get into an arguement "what do you really want?"

"Well I found that this wasn't just a normal bank robbery; it's a string of them." He handed her a map of each hit. She rolled her eyes, at the thought of more work.

"Listen, I'm not trying to overload you with work, I'm just trying to help." He assured placing his hands on her shoulders, while she slipped it into her folder.

At this, it was near impossible to look him in the eyes. She felt guilty every time she avoided him, or got angry. "I can do this on my own." She stated still looking down at the cement floors.

"I know you can. I just… I don't like to see you stressed out. I care about you."

Something there, made her look at him, and she discovered the most unfamiliar look she'd ever seen him give.

What is up with him? Why does he look like he's about to-

Without warning his lips collided with hers in a swift action. She found it comforting when he embraced her, and thrilling when his tongue begged for entrance. She opened her mouth slightly, and he boldly kissed her. Her hands had somehow managed to find their way to the back of his neck, and run through his thick back hair. He broke it off, and smiled brightly.

"Can you tell what I'm thinking?" he asked laughing.

"You like me?" she doubted.

"I think it's a little more than that…"

Charlie's eyes widened at his remark, "You love me?"

"How ever did you know?"

A/N: yes…. Sucks, but hey I needed to write it, so sue me… uhhh hehehe… I take that back. Review!