I am not in love.

I can't be. And not with him, that idea was mad. Then why do I argue with him but weaken when he smiles and then looks crestfallen. No I didn't love him at all. It doesn't make me jump every time he passes me at my desk and pokes my ribs, and I don't blush when he's gone. He's a womanizer and none of them seem to stay…but I bloody do. I look out for him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. I care about him a lot.

We are just friends/colleagues nothing else, right?

I don't know anymore I really don't. When we danced that time at Eckies (what kind of a name is that?) I saw in first hand why women fell for him. I don't like being fussed over and controlled and that's what he did. But I didn't care, because he had me, right there, on that floor. Suppressed passion? That sounds like something out of an A level Psychology textbook. The psychology of Robbie Ross…sometimes he acts like he cares, sometimes he couldn't give a ****. But I still remain his 'partner' and I somehow take part in his troubles with Gabby and Jamie, because I do want to. Oh hell…how can one man be this much trouble? Even when he isn't around me I still think of him. Oh well done Jackie.

Walking over to my answering machine it flashed red at me and so I clicked on the button. I had one new message, pressing the button the tone started and the automated voice sounded. The message started after about ten seconds…whoever it was did not know what to say.

'Hey Jackie it's Robbie, are you all right? You seemed agitated at work today. Well, just if you want to talk ring my mobile or I'll see you on Monday. Bye'

That was it. Was I all right? NO! My superior officer was dancing around me as though I was made of very valuable china. I don't like it when Robbie is like that, I prefer it when he makes wrong moves if I am irritated: because he'll apologize after. Knowing I'll accept it. Ha I can still hear his voice…he has-and this is a first-a very sexy voice, it's low and…I am just going to shut up. Or maybe I wont. Maybe I'll just ring him to talk. I picked up the receiver and dialed a number. There was a tone and I bit my lip.

"Hello, Robbie Ross here?"

So we talked.


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