Arthur s Note: Hey guys just wanted to say thank you for all the amazing support for Anger Management, that is on hiatus because i am going to be focusing on this story for now. I got this idea from a show i watched. hope you enjoy it

P.S. i do not own anyone except for "Elizabeth Valentine"

'Bing Bing Bing' The alarm went off suddenly waking her up from her slumber. With a groan and a yawn she slapped the off button getting up slowly from her comfortable bed. Normally getting up wouldn't be this hard for Elisabeth Valentine but that's because she normally didn't work so hard at her classes; Self-defense classes that is. She liked the fact that she was improving and could pretty much kick any body's ass if she wanted to. This was a skill she wanted to gain not only due to her occupation but also her height. Standing at only a staggering 5'0 foot tall, she wanted to be able to protect herself if something was too happened. After all she couldn't always run to her gun for every little thing.

"Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world" she sang slowly while making her way to the bathroom, she loved singing though nobody would really know that. She only really liked to let herself go while she was in the bathroom. It was her time to just relax, as well as the window to start her day off right.

"You are one of a kind Elisabeth" she said to herself in the mirror " yet you still pick assholes as boyfriends" , slowly shaking her head she muttered, "where the hell did you go wrong?"

She finished her business in the bathroom making her way to the kitchen to make tea. While deep in thought she heard the doorbell.

"Probably the mailman" she mumbled. She opened the door with an annoyed look on her face once she realized who the person was.

"Hello Elizabeth"

"Brad…..why the hell are you at my house?"

"I came to talk to you…..and brought you breakfast?"

She looked at him like he was insane. "well how thoughtful of you!" she said with a hint of sarcasm. "what was I to do if you didn't come and rescue me with your cholesterol driven food"

"Ah come on Lizzy be nice. I'm trying to make peace here" he responded with a sincere look on his face.

"By randomly coming to my house unannounced? yeah smart idea. She replied not taking her eyes off him the whole time. she wanted to be the one in control right now; yeah he caught her off guard, but she wasn't about to let him win.

"Well how else was I supposed to reach you?" he argued "you won't answer any of my phone calls, you won't even look at me at work….." she rolled her eyes at him and walked back into the kitchen. She was not ready to deal with his bullshit and wouldn't put up with his crap. It was too damn early for this and she had to be at work in an hour.

"Are you seriously going to walk away from me? Lizzy " he followed her into the kitchen grabbing her arm in the process "after everything we've been through? That's it you're not going to even try to forgive me?" Stepping closer to her he reached out and caressed her arm slowly trying to get a reaction out of her.

"How can I forgive something so horrible" she asked him closing her eyes for a brief moment

"I know it's going to be really hard and I'm asking for a lot but give me a break here. I made a mistake" she opened her eyes to look at him. She was thinking really hard about what he was saying and couldn't help but notice the small smile on his face.

He's so handsome she thought to herself. Maybe she should forget about the "incident" it wasn't like what he did was that bad…..but still she couldn't find it in her heart to forgive him at least not yet.

"I…I don't know Brad this is a lot to ask" she stuttered "it's…going to take me a while to get over what you did " he looked down at her. Watching her closely as she squirmed uncomfortable he started inching closer leaning in he placed his lips on hers. It was light at first but then it started to get intense. She tried to deny him but slowly started to give in. her lips slowly moving along with his. Suddenly she felt her old feelings starting to come back again. She remembered all the good times they used to have and all the bad as well.

"Oh" she moaned lowly as he started kissing her neck

"Come on Lizzy forgive me….you won't regret it"

Instead of a responding she kissed him harder receiving a moan from him. He swiftly moved his hand to her pants.

"Come on let me make you feel good like I used to…." He trailed off as he moved his hands under her shirt, itching to get it off.

"No " she began "we can't….not yet"

" Stop playing around" he replied "You know you want me….just let it go"

"NO Brad" she barked "I can't…..I can't forgive you yet"

He was quiet for a few moments. "Are you being serious right now?" he asked her knowing the answer already.

"Yeah" she whispered looking down in shame

"GOD DAMMIT" he exploded "Why can't you just get over it? It's not like I murdered anyone! You can be such a drama queen sometimes. I just made a simple mistake"

"No Brad a simple mistake is forgetting to take out the garbage, but having someone else's tongue down your throat? …..that's kind of a hard thing to accomplish". She argued back pushing him out of her way heading for the exit.

He made a grab for her arm but she swiftly shook his hand off. "Wait, where are you going?" he questioned

"Work?" she answered him back

The left side of his eyebrow rose in question. "Now!" he demanded. "We're not done talking here"

"I. don't. care" she hissed, while staring him down "you're the one who came unannounced to my house? Maybe next time you'll think about that….." she trailed off as she retreated to the door.

She was about to leave when she stopped and looked back at him with sass. "By the way don't forget to lock up before you leave. Don't need people stealing my shit" she slammed the door leaving a puzzled Brad in her kitchen. A satisfied smile on her face; while that may not have been a very adult thing to do, she was at least still proud of herself for handling the situation as best as she could, even if she did leave her cheating ass ex in her house by himself.

She hopped into her car looking at the time. "shit, I'm gonna be late"

15 minutes later she arrived at work. Grumpy, annoyed and hungry for all of the same reason. She knew her captain would have her head. Normally Paul (Levesque) formally known as "captain" was a decent guy but tardiness he didn't take all too well, especially if one was tragedy say about 3 times on separate occasions. Maybe she could sneak in? Nah they already didn't take her seriously to begin with because of her "rookie" status. The young rookie just decided to walk in, what else was she going to do? And if all else failed she would just blame it on Brad, after all he was the one that made her late. Just as soon as she walked in her captain barked her name.

"Valentine, nice of you to join us"

Her co- workers looked at her with astonishment and displeasure. Some winked while others just stared. Once again she was late and once again held everything up….

"I got held up this morning, but it won't happen again" she smiled innocently at him.

He studied her for a minute, looking for sincerity.

"Better not! Or you be filing papers….something I'm sure you would rather stay away from"

"Yes sir….so what do we got"

"A brutal homicide, victim is 24 year old Adrian Reed, death by strangulation. It appears that she was a call girl, the area and the clothes she was wearing…" he went on expanding on their latest victim, but Elizabeth felt a strange tingling feeling. She didn't see the picture at first but when she got a good look at it, she realized that she actually knew the victim for the first time in her life. With her eye's wide open with surprise, Elisabeth spoke lowly in a whisper.

"I know her"

She kept staring at the photo opening and closing her eyes several times just to make sure she was not imagining things. She continued with this act when her captain noticed her strange behavior he stopped speaking and him and the other 4 cops in the room looked at her with curiosity.

"Valentine" he started "What's the matter" her captain asked. She didn't answer. "You look like you just seen a ghost"

"Or worse" Phil chimed in "her paycheck"

She glared at Phil, who just winked at her in response. She took a deep breath trying to find the courage to say what was on her mind. "I…I think I know who the victim is"

"Oh?"

"With all due respect captain you're wrong…the victim name isn't Adrian it's Abby and she's not a prostitute she's a cop….

Paul raised his eyebrows in surprise. But before he could speak Phil beat him to it.

"Bullshit, how the hell is she a cop when that didn't come up? And why did she have an I.D. with the name Adrian on it? So explained to us? How exactly do you know her? Phil inquired smugly.

She took another breath to calm herself. Phil (Brooks) never liked her and was always on her case about something. He had only been on the force for 5 years yet acted like he was her superior. It pissed her off and she wanted to yell at him, but she needed to keep her cool in front of her captain if she was going to make it far in this field. So with a calming breath she replied

"We trained at the same academy, I mean we weren't best friends or anything but we did head out to the bar on occasions" she retorted back at him. Paul looking at the both of them with his arms crossed and his eyebrows arched chimed in.

"Phil I don't remember asking for your commentary" he began "And Valentine before you make those assumptions you better have something to back that up"

"Captain I swear! You have my word"

"Valentine if you're sure about this then you and Phil go to her apartment and check things out, find something that proves her true identity" he replied sternly, he wanted to give her a chance but still show her who was the boss around here.

"Yes sir" she started to get up when she turned to Phil,

"Coming?"

"Of course sweetheart, I just wanted to see you get up first"

"Why?"

"Why not? He began. "And miss that lovely view of yours….." he trailed off with a smirk on his face

"Cute" she responded with sarcasm

30 minutes later they arrived at Abbey's apartment. Looking through all her belongings, papers, Knick- Knack, photos all over the place.

"Looks like someone has already came here looking for something" Phil said while tossing papers around. "How did you know where she lived anyways, I thought you guys were just drinking buddy's" he asked curiously while looking through draws

" I came here before once or twice when I was too drunk to drive back home….not that it's any of your business" she retorted with sass. "Now quit talking and keep looking"

"What exactly are we looking for? Madam Rookie" he asked playfully

"Something that proves her identity" she responded sternly

"Okie Dookie"

They continued the search, making the mess they walked into even worse. She went through some more useless papers and junk receiving a paper cut in the process. Ignoring the burning sensation she kept looking until something caught her eye. There right on the floor was a badge with the name "Abbey Miller" on it. With excitement she picked it up.

"Phil, look" he turned to her slowly his eye growing wide in amazement.

"She was a cop…." He replied. "didn't think a rookie like you could actually make a positive I.D.

She rolled her eyes at him. Ignoring his comment she changed the subject. "anyways, now that I have proven that she is, who I said she is the question still stands, why did she have someone else I.D. on her?"

"Witness protection?' he offered

"No it couldn't be, then she wouldn't have been in New York still….and you call me the rookie?"

"Well every dog has her day" he responded with a grin on his face.

Elisabeth gave him a dirty look and kept searching for more clues.

"Now what are you looking for? You already proved her identity, what else could you need"

"I'm trying to find more clues to explain her alias?"

"Well since when did you become Nancy Drew" he replied with sarcasm

"I guess the same amount of time when they decided you were good enough to make it into the police force…" she trailed off with a smile. Even she had to admit that, that was her best come backs yet. Too bad he didn't think so as he playfully threw some folders at her. She frowned at him while picking up the extra mess he had just made.

"Really Phil?' she began while picking up the folders " can't you….." she trailed off while cleaning up the mess several papers fell out, one of them caught her attention as it had information on the F.B.I . Elizabeth gasped while she read the evidence finally realizing the truth.

"She was undercover"