Hi, it's me again...I love happy jonnie, there's no two ways about it but right now their leaving me heartbroken. So this is what I've done, each chapter is a jonnie encounter reminiscent of the beginning when we all had hope that they'd finally get together. They're not actual events, I've taken artistic licence and this italic writing is from Connie's point of view the rest is me telling the story.

It is a continuing fiction, not one shots, building up to the big moment.

Hope you enjoy

Love

C.J xxx

I'm nobody special. I've always thought of myself as average apart from my work. I'm good at my job, not just good...very good, that's a matter of fact and not an oversized ego talking. I've spent my whole adult life aiming higher, always looking for the next run on the ladder. Always pushing and striving to succeed but me personally I realise I'm lacking.

I don't suffer fools gladly and that can sometimes make me unapproachable, harsh even, I don't do niceties or pandering and I certainly don't do rely on anyone else.

I am Connie Beauchamp and everything I ever thought about myself has just been pulled away like a rug from under my feet and it was all his fault.

Swaggering around my department thinking he's God's gift, like he's something new, something special but I couldn't help my intrigue. He is confident and charming, he is the definition of dangerous, he seems to know exactly what to say or do to knock me off kilter.

Constantly flirting, subtley of course, I noticed he never made a show in front of the other staff, it's always in private or a quick whisper in my ear. It seemed his goal was simply to see me squirm, to brake my calm and collected facade.

After weeks, when his teasing became less of a surprise and more of a welcome distraction, I tried and more often than not failed to get the better of him. It was becoming a game of cat and mouse, me being the cat of cause, trying to catch him out, to halt him in his tracks, to get the better of him for a change. It never seemed to work, he always went that one step further than I was willing to, he'd just give me that look, the one that said nice try sweetcheeks.

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"Good morning sweetcheeks." Jacob beamed, his shit eating grin was infectious and no matter how hard she tried Connie couldn't help the reluctant smile that stretched her lips. With tongue in cheek she locked her car and crossed the car park before before answering. "Its Mrs Beauchamp, Staff Nurse Masters...try being a little more professional please." Walking passed him she aimed straight for the entrance trying to control the flutter in her stomach.

He stood leaning against the outside of the ED, coffee in one hand and the sole of his right foot pressed against the bricks, a picture of serenity, cool and unfazed.

She'd almost made it inside when loud shouts echoed out of the sliding doors making her jump, she'd been so focused on putting one foot in front of the other and remaining calm that she didn't notice the chaos. The security team were chasing a string of youths that had been intent on causing mischief in the department from the building. She pulled up quickly as they came flying passed her in a blur, the last boy of the line knocked her shoulder sending her spinning and heading to the floor. A pair of strong arms had wrapped around her waist holding her steady.

Disoriented Connie was slow to realise just who had saved her from the cold, hard and wet concrete. She looked up and was faced with the same cocky smirk that had greeted her just moments ago and she blushed, something she seemed to do a lot of around him.

He held her close and showed no sign of relinquishing his new found closeness, pressed together Connie could feel the firm muscles hiding under his uniform.

She was stunned, her brain refused to catch up, even when his smile faded, his expression turned serious and his gaze dropped to her lips, even the feel of his breath on her skin didn't pull her from her daze.

With her hands braced on his chest she felt herself surrender, his soft lips caressed hers, it was a ghost of a touch, feather light and gentle, such a tentative exchange as he savoured their first contact.

The sound of an ambulance siren brought them both back to reality with a start. They jumped apart like they'd just been zapped with electricity, both flustered and shocked.

"I need to..." Connie waved her hand in the general direction of the entrance and quickly fled leaving a bewildered Jacob watching the usually unflappable clinical lead scurry away.

Rest