A/N This was inspired by a writer challenge concerning Thanksgiving holiday where someone's Thanksgiving preparations did not go quite as planned and would it be too much to ask that two favorite San Francisco detectives have a crime free holiday. I combined both of these ideas into one story.

In this story I have Steve using a pet name for Jeannie that is not from canon meaning it was never ever used on the tv show. I came up with this name on my own back when I was writing Streets script form stories in notebooks back in the eighth and ninth grade. If anyone wants to use the pet name I have him using for Jeannie(Angelface) please get my permission before you just take it! I know I have been told by others that I should get permission for using aspects of a person's story so I feel I should be afforded that same respect and consideration!

Dedicated once again to the SOSF group that I am proud to be a part of. Also dedicated to the readers that have given of themselves just by looking at each person's work on this site. We do appreciate you all more than you know.

Thanks to Briroch for checking this story over for me.

Disclaimer

I do not profit from the characters from "The Streets of San Francisco" I am not the creator of the series, that is Quinn Martin.

DARK HEART

It was really starting to creep him out! They had been coming for the past couple of weeks and he had no clue who was sending them. He was getting shorter tempered by all the teasing of having a secret admirer. At first it had been a tiny bit amusing, but now he was ready to bite off anyone's head who dared to comment on such a thing, especially since he and Jeannie were in the first stages of a committed relationship.

When he and Mike were about to enter the squad room, they were almost bowled over by Jeannie, as she rushed from the squad room angrily.

"Jeannie, what's going on?!" Steve asked concerned.

Mike and he watched confused as she jerked out of Steve's grasp and raced down the hall without a word. Exchanging a glance Mike shook his head slightly telling Steve to let it go for now. They entered the squad room and immediately saw what possibly caused Jeannie to flee as she had.

On Steve's desk were the biggest assortment of flowers delivered yet, along with a fruit basket and a giant teddy bear. The fire in Steve's eyes was not missed by the others in the room as he and Mike rushed over to check the card which had always been left unsigned.

Steve saw that this time the card was sticking up out of the envelope as though someone else had already looked at it. As he read the words on it a blush spread across his face, he handed the card wordlessly to Mike.

"Her name is Cuddles, she will keep your bed warm until I can be in your arms again," Mike read in a stunned voice. "Did one of you guys look at this card before Steve could see it?"

"Uh, no Mike, but Jeannie took a look and then she flew out of here like the devil was after her," Norm volunteered.

"No wonder she seemed so perturbed. We'll get it dusted.." Mike commented gruffly.

"You know as well as I do, Mike there is no point in that. The only prints that are going to be found are the delivery person's and the person at the florist that arranged all of the flowers just like the other times." Steve could not keep the bitterness out of his voice.

Mike got the lab to come in and dust anyway. Steve stood in Mike's office as they worked, looking out trying to think who possibly could be sending him the flowers. When they were finished Mike came in and could tell from Steve's stance that he was angry as well as a bit fearful.

"Buddy boy, you get started on that list I asked you to try to write up?" Mike inquired gently.

"Yeah, not sure it is complete but here is what I got down so far." Steve responded stoically.

Mike looked over the list Steve had fixed up and was not surprised by the amount of names. Steve saw Mike looking at him and ducked his head, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"When is the last time you had contact with any of these?" Mike asked quietly.

"Most I have not spoken to in a year or more some possibly six months. I guess I should have put timelines down for each name as I was making the list." Steve said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Steve, has there been any other contact, I mean you said spoke to. What about letters or any other contact?" Mike asked choosing to overlook the sarcasm, knowing Steve was stressed.

"Sorry, no nothing. No contact of any form." Steve answered apologetically

Just then the phone rang on Mike's desk he grabbed it up in a hurried manner.

"Homicide, Stone."

"Mike, where is Steve? He was supposed to be meeting with us half an hour ago. Is he on his way?!" Gerry O'Brien asked brusquely.

"Gerry, he will be there soon. We had something going on here and it just delayed him. My apologies but it could not be helped." Mike said as graciously as he could.

"Alright, sorry just on edge. Listen I have to get to court or I am going to be late tell Steve to ask for Lisa Beauchard when he gets here. She is going to be working on trial preparation with him. Talk to you later." Gerry O'Brien spoke rapidly as possible before hanging up.

"Steve, you better get to Gerry's office for that trial preparation." Mike urged Steve.

"I forgot all about it, I bet he was steamed." Steve replied warily and saw Mike nod.

"He understood he said to ask for a Lisa Beauchard when you got there, he had to get to court. She will be working with you on trial preparation." Mike explained then saw the look on Steve's face. "What is it buddy boy?"