"Dear Readers,

A little fic collection, with all of your favourite ships and some strange ones. I advise you to read these as standalone stories as most won't connect. But some might, so keep your eyes open and minds clear.

I hope you enjoy!"

"Dear Jess,

I just wanted to tell you, I love you and I'm in love with you. Sounds strange but I do, I love you and I know we've only been dating for a few weeks but I love you Jess. Do you feel the same way?"

He locked the door behind him and laughed. Every date with her seemed like the first, it was just so easy to talk and laugh with her. Laugh. Something he hadn't done since Danny and Lindsay had been taken by Shane Casey over a year ago, the sole reason Jess had been added to the team from the FBI.

He looked in the mirror that hung in the hallway, he had a bright grin on his face that despite everything wouldn't seem to move. He couldn't get the images out of his head of her laughing across from him at the table, her chocolate brown eyes glazed with tears of laughter, she was laughing at one of his war stories, she had laughed for so long that it had got him laughing. Her smile, her laugh, her cheery disposition was contagious even to someone who had lost the will to live only a few months ago.

They had left shortly after that as their giggling fit had drawn an awful lot of attention to them and they had opted to leave rather than be kicked out. He had taken her to the high bridge that overlooked the deep black river that he had once swam in as a child after his friend had thrown him in. When he had told her she had laughed and suggested throwing him in so he could remember his childhood memories, which had made him smile and back away from the edge as well as add "witty" to his metal list of good things about Jess.

Then they had tried to push each other over jokingly, until an elderly man with a dog that looked like "Mac" as Jess had pointed out walked past and glared at them as if they were two young unruly teenagers, acting foolishly and being vandals.

He made his way to his living-room; it was dimly lit with the old bulb that sat in the red lamp gathering dust. He was still smiling and re-running the events of the night, every smile, every witty remark, every touch and every look. He threw himself onto the sofa and picked up the notebook that permanently lay on his coffee table that was scribbled on anytime that he was bored or writing down information about the call he was on and the pen that his father had given him when he had first become a cop.

Before he had realised what he was writing he had written a short letter addressed to Jess, as he signed his name to the bottom his phone began to vibrate off its place on the table. He picked it up willing it not to be his job calling him in about yet another homicide.

"Sup." The woman on the other side chuckled.

"Sup." He greeted, struggling not to laugh at the strange greeting that sounded like what they said when he was in college.

"Come meet me at the bridge." The woman said, cheekily and mysteriously.

"Why?" He asked, he definitely wasn't saying no as he was already slipping his shoes on and dumping his notebook on the table.

"Just come." As they words ended the phone was clicked off, leaving him grinning and grabbing his key.

"What are you doing, Jess." He muttered, smiling and shaking his head.

He met her at the bridge, she was in the same clothes as before and if he hadn't drove her home he would have wondered if she had stayed here.

""You ready?" She smiled, biting her bottom lip.

"For what?" He asked.

"To jump." She grinned.

"You're kidding?" He chuckled.

"You only live once." She reasoned. "It'll be fun."

She kicked off her shoes with her toes and removed her jacket, leaving it in a pile beside her shoes. She nodded her head and smiled as he took his shoes and overcoat off.

"But I like this suit." He said.

"Take it off." She grinned mischievously. Wriggling out of her green T-shirt and skinny jeans.

"We'll get arrested." He said, already beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"It's an undercover operation for the Crime lab. We're stalking the factory across the road and now we need to check if there's any evidence in the river." Jess said.

"In our underwear?" He asked, kicking his pile of clothes back away from the side of the bridge.

"Budget Cuts." She shrugged, climbing over the rail and standing on the small verge holding onto the thin rail.

"You're crazy." He laughed, climbing over the rail and joining her on the other side.

"You're still doing it." She countered.

"I'm crazy."

"And kinda cute." She smirked, relishing at his blushing cheeks and taking his hand.

"You're not too bad yourself." He grinned.

"The crazy ones always look the best." She pursed her lips together and nodded.

"On 7." She grinned.

"7?" HE asked.

"5 seconds to pretend you're not scared. 1 to realise you are. And another 1 to realise there's no going back." She reasoned.

"You've got this all planned out, Huh?" He chuckled.

"Yup." She smiled, counting down from seven until she got to one where they both leaped off the bridge and plunged into the deep water below.

Their heads both bobbed up at the same time and they both were dripping wet, treading water. She ran a hand through her hair brushing it off her face and then cupped his cheek.

"You know not many guys would come meet their girlfriend at 3am to jump off a bridge." She grinned.

"I'm not many guys." He said.

"That was cheesy." She laughed, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips, their first kiss since they had started dating.

"That was amazing." He copied her grin.

"That was nothing." She smiled. Wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him stronger than she had before. She pulled apart and bit her bottom lip.

"I love you." He said, quickly and without thinking.

"I love you too." She replied.

They were interrupted by sounds above them. As they both looked up they saw two very familiar silhouettes sharing a very passionate kiss on the bridge.

"Stella?" Jess asked.

"Mac?" Don asked.

"Don?" The man above asked.

"Jess?" The woman asked.

"Hey." Don and Jess replied with a smile on their faces.

"Hey." Mac and Stella replied.

"What are you doing here?" Jess asked after an awkward silence.

"Nothing, what are you doing down there?" Stella asked.

"And why are your clothes up here." Stella added. A small laugh emerging from within her.

Without an answer Don and Jess disappeared beneath the murky water.

So how did you like it, drop a review and tell me please and if you have a couple and scenario request. I'm happy to take ideas.