A/N: Just a little one-shot I thought of for the episode "Secrets." This is the night after Michael's been punched out and Jackie was promoted :)

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I Think You're Pretty

"I'm sorry," Michael said for what felt like the millionth time as Jackie came to join him on the couch.

"Michael, if you tell me you're sorry one more time..." she threatened playfully as she handed him a cup of coffee.

"I just feel like I've ruined your evening," he continued apologetically.

"Well you have," Jackie informed him bluntly, a teasing glint in her eye, "the possibility of you falling asleep and never waking up was not how I planned to spend the night celebrating my promotion."

He chuckled slightly at her teasing, "Well, Sergeant, I do apologise for being given a concussion. I'll try not to let it happen again."

"See that you do," she told him with mock severity, "we don't want any more bruises marring that pretty face of yours now do we?" she added, dropping the severe tone and grinning.

"Are you calling me pretty Sergeant?" he teased in return.

At Jackie's trapped expression Michael burst out laughing.

"You're lucky you have a concussion, sir, or I'd hit you with a pillow," she told him, trying to cover her embarrassment.

At her comment Michael's laughter finally died down and her regarded her, a hint of amusement and mischief in his eyes.

"Ah now, you see that? That is what gets you into trouble, Michael," she said pointing to his face before he could say anything.

His expression turned quizzical, "What?"

"That little half schoolboy smile," she said wagging her finger at him playfully.

"Are you saying you're affected by my boyish charm?" he asked, smothering a smile.

Jackie suppressed a giggle, "Boyish charm?" she teased.

Michael grinned at her, "Don't worry, Jackie, it's all right if you are," he told her, leaning in closer, "because I think you're pretty too," he whispered in her ear.

Jackie raised an eyebrow to cover how affected she was by his closeness, if not his words. "I was wondering when those drugs they gave you were going to kick in," she said dryly.

Michael gave her a mock hurt look as he pulled away, "You don't think that I think you're pretty?" he asked, looking (and sounding) rather muddled.

Jackie smiled, "I appreciate the compliment, Michael, but perhaps it's time you went to bed," she suggested. Gently she took Michael's coffee cup and placed in on the table before helping him to his feet and leading him to bed.

"I'm going to owe you for this," Michael told her as she helped him into bed, grateful that he'd all ready changed into something more conducive for sleeping in beforehand.

"You better believe it, Michael," she agreed, "drugs or no drugs; I'm going to hold you to that."

After she was sure he was settled she made her way out of the room, "Good night Michael," she said quietly as she left the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

"Good night Jackie," he replied sleepily, "and thank you," he added so quietly she almost didn't catch it.

"You're welcome," she said with a small smile as she watched him drift off to sleep.