A/N: Welcome to my new story. I don't where I came up with this and I honestly have no idea where it will take me, but we shall see where it goes.

Please enjoy.

Chapter 1:

I down my fourth whiskey, the alcoholic beverage leaving a burning trail in its wake.

Jamieson Reagan is my name, but I prefer Jamie. I'm a Harvard Law graduate and a probationary Patrol Officer for the New York Police Department. Yet, here is sit, alone in a bar, mourning the loss of what my future could have been. It was only a mere 13 hours ago that Sydney, my fiancé, decided that a life as a cop's wife was not what she wanted in her future.

I suppose I should get used to saying ex-fiancé at this point.

I couldn't blame her really. After the I.A investigation into what happened in Chinatown, and my desperate need to secretly discover what truly happened to my brother Joe, I could see why she thought we were drifting apart.

I stare into nothing but space, until the bartender dutifully walks her way over to me, and places an unrequested fifth whiskey in front of me.

"I didn't order this," I state, looking at her with a pointed expression.

"I know sugar, but you looked like you could use it," replied the bartender with a wink before walking away to serve the last remaining customers that lingered within the bar.

I was to busy watching her leave, that I didn't notice the petite blonde settle in the barstool next to mine.

"Why is that I've been standing here for 10 minutes trying to be served, and you practically have the severely Botox injected bartender giving away free drinks to you," the unknown voice commented.

Jamie turned his head, prepared to a pick a fight with the intrusive voice, but halted, when he saw face of who the voice belonged too.

She had blonde hair, and if she were to be in the sun, I knew it would glow with a defining radiance. Her eyes were a blazing shade of blue, alluring many in. The smirk she was supplying me with indicated that she knew I was staring.

"Well, if you're going to stare, the least you could do is get the bartender to get me a drink,"

I gave an embarrassing snort, but the smile I receive was worth it. So, the girl was beautiful and had an attitude. I raised an eyebrow with a mirroring smirk, before I waved down the bartender.

She gave me an appreciative smile.

"My hero," she comments sarcastically.

I watch her in way that is no way intended to be creepy. I shouldn't even have thoughts of staring at another woman, when just mere hours ago, the woman I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with, left. But there was something about her that magnetised her to me.

"Jamie," I suddenly supply to her.

"Sorry?" she replies confused.

"My name. Its Jamie," I clarify.

I watch as she closes her eyes in contentment before she opens her eyes and murmurs my name.

The ease and softness in which it leaves her lips has got me thinking seriously impure thoughts.

I wait diligently for to provide me with her name, but it never comes. What does, is her drink and I watch as she picks it up and leaves.

"Wait!" I call out to her retreating form.

She stops with a quiet ease and slowly turns around. Her silences informs me that she is waiting for me to speak.

"You never told me your name. I like to know that name of a pretty girl who basically called me out on my shit."

I watch as the small chuckle leaves her lips, before she tilts her head to rest in a thinking motion.

"I'll tell you what, if you can beat me in a game of darts and buy me a 2-for-1 wing deal, then I will consider it," she states boldly.

I place a twenty on the bar, as it occurred to me that she never payed for her drink, and I was raised to always show appreciation, before I got up to follow her to the back. I pulled over the problematic bartender and asked if she could see about sourcing those damn wings that my mystery girl wanted. She put up a fuss, but I believe the generous tip that I provided her with swayed her decision.

I come to a stop on the opposite side of the small, round table.

"So, I win a game of darts and buy you the wing special, and then I get your name? Sounds like a pretty easy bet to me," I state with a smirk.

She drops her head back in pure laughter. It's a sound that I could hear for the rest of my life.

Did I really just think that?

"But Jamie, you haven't even seen me play darts."

The strength in which she says that with, has left me slightly worried.

Just what, have I gotten myself into?

3 hours later

I've officially lost count of the number of shots that I have had in the last 20 minutes.

I vaguely hear in the distance the bartender yell last call and while I know that I should leave, due to an early tour tomorrow, I couldn't bear to leave her.

Yeah, that's right, I didn't win at darts. Apparently, I had to achieve both wining darts and buying her wings in order for me to be gifted with the privilege of knowing her name.

"God, do you ever wish that you could just get away from it all?"

"All the time," I reply softly, staring into those glamorous eyes of hers.

A cloud of peaceful silence falls between us, providing an unknown comfort. It's almost known to each of us that neither wants to leave.

"We should probably get outta here. Botox over there keeps giving us a look. Law says they can't kicks us out for another 2 minutes and 32 seconds, but I can practically see the death glares," I say quietly.

Her giggle lets me know it was appreciated.

"Come with me," she demands, rather than questions

I should be flabbergasted at her suggestion, the polite man I was raised to be, shocked by her admission. But I just spent the last three hours with the girl. I honestly shouldn't be surprised by her boldness.

"Where?" I find myself asking.

"There's this place that I know; has a great view."

I find myself trusting her. I know I shouldn't, but there was something so…calming about her that told me that it was okay. I almost feel guilting for not telling her about what I do, or who my family is.

"Okay"

She offers her me her hand and without a moment of hesitation, I entwine it with my own. It fit with perfection. Almost as if it was exactly where it is meant to be.

20 minutes later:

As we exit the 34th Street- Herald Square station, I gather my bearings, knowing exactly where we were, but I didn't want to jump to conclusion.

"Come on, it's only a few minutes by walking," she states, dragging me along in the process.

After a few minutes, we come to a sudden stop in front of one of the most known buildings in the world. I thought she was just playing a joke on me when I man came to open the revolving door, allowing us to gain access.

"Seriously?" I ask with trepidation

She shrugs her shoulders, as if it were a stupid question.

"I have connections," was the only explanation she provided.

We trudged through the building, the elevator ride ridden in silence.

The mysterious man who unlocked the front door lead us to the last remaining door and unlocked it.

My blonde-headed beauty placed her hand on the handle but before she pushed it open, I asked once more if it was okay that we were doing this. The confidence in which she nodded with eased my nerves. Slightly.

The view blew me away.

No matter how many times I see this city, seeing the nightlife of New York City from the Empire State Building was breathtaking.

"I love this city," she comments, leaning her head back and inhaling a deep breath.

I tear myself away from the magnificent views around me and stare at the beautiful woman in front of me. I slowly make my way to stand next to her, stopping with only mere millimetres between us.

"When my mother died, this is the place I came too. I wanted somewhere that I could just breath and remind myself that there was something greater in the world than loss and pain," she softly commented.

It was the most personal thing we had shared with each other all night. We had skirted around most of it, only really sharing what was needed.

"I know what that is like," I replied with the same tone.

The silent conversation in which we shared told me that she wanted me to continue.

"My mother died a few years ago and the way I dealt with it was to get in my car and drive. I just drove for miles until I came to this spot, that had the greatest view of New York City. Granted, it was like a small blimp. Couldn't really make out anything, except that you knew that it was the city. But in that moment, as I was alone and staring at the most beautiful city in the world, I finally felt as if I could breathe."

"I know what that's like," she comments softly.

I move my hand to rest next to hers. My little finger resting slightly over hers.

"Eddie," she says suddenly before turning to face me. The height difference only minimal with the presence of her heels.

"Sorry?" I asked confused.

She steps closer, leaving only our chests to touch. I can hear her erratically beating heart rate. I wrap my arms around her petite waist, my fingers interlocking.

"My name. Its Eddie," she whispers, taking my jacket in her hands.

"I like it," I say as I allow my head to fall.

She goes to say something else but I stop her. I allow my lips to fall on hers. Their softness was everything that I expected.

Eddie's hands moved up my chest until they wrapped themselves around my neck.

I let my tongue leave my mouth, asking for permission to enter hers. She grants it and soon, her own joins the battle for dominance.

I don't how long we go at it for, but I feel her hands leave my neck and just when I think she'll pull away, her hands go for my jacket, pushing it slowly off my shoulders. That's when I pull away.

"Wait! We can't do this up here. There's cameras everywhere and I was raised to treat women the right way. Believe me, I want to do this, but I feel as if it needs to be in a more respectable area. Like a bed," I state.

Eddie pushes off her own jacket before moving to the buttons on my shirt.

"Jamie, live a little. For once, don't be a boy scout. I love the fact that there are a few decent men left in this world who still treat woman right, but honestly, if I have to wait any longer for you, then I am going to combust."

I have no idea how she manages to convince me, but she does. All laws that we would be breaking skim through my brain as I try to come up with a reason to stop us.

But nothing convinces me. In fact, it does the opposite.

I pull Eddie down to the ground with me, making sure that my jacket that she had previously discarded provided her some comfort.

The passion that overtook us in that moment was incomparable to anything else I had experienced. A part of me felt guilty for how quick I managed to move on from Sydney, but the gentle yet raw devotion in which we shared in those hours was earth-shattering. And made everything worth it.

I don't know how long we were at it for. There were multiple rounds and as we watched dawn break, we laid there in the peaceful silence until sleep over took us.

It wasn't until I stumbled back into the land of the living, that I realised that my blonde-haired beauty was no longer with me. Instead, my arm was used as a paperweight, not a head rest. I sit up slowly and pulled the scrunched-up note in front of me.

Jamie,

I'm sorry I left. I had places to be.

I am so thankful that I walked into the bar last night.

You're about the best damn thing to of happened to me in a long time.

Maybe we'll met again one day. I'm a big believer in fate after all.

Till next time boy scout.

Love,

Eddie

P.S. I already told Frankie to let you out. He knows your still up here and is sworn to secrecy.

Eddie didn't leave a number. I had no way of contacting her.

I guess I just had to take her word for it.

Faith after all, is something I'm good at believing in.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. I love myself some Jamko and think it a underappreciated couple. Brutal honesty is always appreciated.