Here's chapter 1 for ya! MY MUSE HAS RETURNED! Yaay! I'm frantically typing. I don't own anything except the plot of THIS story. Don't sue~~~! Let me know how it goes!


She'd seen them at the restaurant. She'd seen Jack kiss her cheek and pull out her chair for her. She knew they were friends. But when she'd seen Concetta Fabrizzi lean into Jack for a kiss, she'd turned her head. Jack did give her up. They still worked together, were even on friendly terms. But the ease and the companionship they had before Gerty's (unfortunate) murder, was no longer there.

She feared to admit it to even herself for the longest time. Ignorance is bliss they said. She'd tried to ignore her rising feelings for the Detective Inspector. Her Detective Inspector. But that wasn't quite true, was it? He wasn't hers to keep. Never had been. And now, that he had found someone, she should be happy for him. So why was there a pain in her heart telling her otherwise? She'd promised herself, that after Rene, she wouldn't put her heart on the line again. But Jack. Dear Jack, saw through her. He broke down the walls she'd built and wormed his way into her heart.

He'd been her anchor to Australia after Murdoch Foyle had been hung. She'd stayed for their partnership. Their daily night caps and chats. She feared to admit that maybe, just maybe, she needed Detective Inspector Jack Robinson so much more than he needed her. It seemed that he didn't need her anymore. Melbourne might need her by day, but she could leave it in his capable hands. He deserved some happiness after Rosie.

And so, the Honorable Miss Phryne Fisher started her trusty Hispano-Suiza, (Jack's voice in her mind, telling her to drive carefully), and turned it towards Wardlow. She had some packing to do.