A/N: The beginning of my second fic. Got more written down, just gotta type it and put it up. This has been my favourite pairing ever since they met, so I wanted to do something with them. I mean, did you see Duke's face when she didn't recognize him? Also, she's gotta come back eventually, to figure out what happened, so I wanted to write about what would happen when she did.

Disclaimer: I do not own Haven. If I did, it wouldn't have taken so long to get a Season 3. Also, Fraudrey wouldn't have left.

It Isn't Over

I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited

But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it

I hoped you'd see my face, and that you'd be reminded that for me

It isn't over

Duke Crocker stood behind the bar of the Grey Gull, polishing glasses and watching his customers. It was a Tuesday night, but the dockside restaurant was still full of Haven's finest, who didn't seem to care about the fact that they had work the next day. Duke blamed the tacos.

Looking down past the rag in one hand and the glass in the other, Duke checked his watch. It was getting late and he technically wasn't needed at the Gull, so he set the glass down, tossed the rag into the kitchen and strolled over to the bartender, Ellie.

"Hey, I'm gonna head back to the boat and get some rest. Gotta be up early to make the waffles. You'll be ok to close up?"

She smiled at him. "Sure thing, boss. But…" She gestured to the crowd. "Do you think you could give everyone a reminder…?"

Duke nodded and turned to face the crowd. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he called for his customers' attention. "Everyone listen up!" The crowd immediately stopped talking and turned to look at him. "Thank you. You know I love you all and greatly appreciate your good taste in coming here, but my staff needs a rest and so do you. So when Ellie here tells you to get out, you leave! Or we're closed tomorrow! Got it?"

The crowd booed, but goodheartedly. Duke knew they would listen to him. They knew he did it for the good of the Gull, and many of them had recently become pretty good acquaintances of his. One of the perks of owning a restaurant. He smiled his most gracious smile and turned back to Ellie. He clapped her on the back, grabbed his jacket and started to weave his way through the crowd.

Squeezing through gaps in the crowd, Duke finally reached the door. His process was slowed when he had to stop to say goodnight to his customers and employees, but now he pushed open the door, relishing the cool Maine air that rushed at him, refreshing after the heat of the packed bodies inside.

Walking past the stairway to Audrey's loft, Duke wondered if she was alright. He stopped and turned back slightly, unsure if he should go up and check on her when, out of the corner of his eye, Duke saw a brunette ponytail swinging through the Gull's busy crowd. He looked harder, but there was nothing.

Glancing a final time at the stairway, Duke decided it would be better to leave the probably grumpy police officer alone, as she was as likely to haul his ass down to the station as she was to invite him in, and he didn't want take that chance. So he went on his way, eager to return to his boat and get some sleep, something he hoped Audrey would decide to do as well.

Audrey Parker was definitely not thinking of going to sleep. She was sitting at her desk and doing paperwork, and was in a very bad mood. The case files she was poring over weren't calming as usual, and the loud crowd beneath her room were yet another source of annoyance.

Maybe it's just the day.

Audrey had refused to leave her room on Tuesday's unless she had to, ever since the Anson Shumway incident. She had lived enough Tuesday's to last a lifetime, and they put her on edge.

Audrey sighed, standing up and moving to the piano on the other side of the room. Sliding her hands over the keys, she tried to block out all of the thoughts that had been frustrating her recently. The Troubles, the Rev, her identity crisis. Of course, it wasn't as if trying to block out her problems ever worked.

A knock at her door snapped Audrey out of her non-thoughts. It was probably Duke, come to see if she was alright. She sighed again.

"Come in."

She heard the door click open, but didn't turn around until, to her surprise, a female voice rang out. "Audrey Parker?"

Not Duke then. She turned. "Can I help y-"

She came face to face with a gun. And behind it… "Oh my God."

Audrey Parker.

A/N: I hope you like it so far, more soon! Please R&R :)