DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf, NBCUni and probably several other have rightful claim to most of these characters - not I. Detective Blake Jamison is however, an original character of mine. This disclaimer applies to any and all future chapters in the series…

A/N – These are all reposted short fics grouped into one place. This all started with the first story here, something of a one shot, until I got all these ideas for scenes to put these two characters in, but not structured enough to write as a genuine multi-chapter story. The stories were originally posted as I wrote them, really with no thought as to how they might relate or build on another. Now, I've posted them in some sort of order, to hopefully give a sense of a growing relationship.

Please consider leaving comment or feedback for each 'chapter' as each is its own story. As always though, I thank you for reading, feedback or no.

Perfect Day Off

It slowly dawned on her that she was awake. She stretched as she drew and held a deep breath, slowly letting the air out as she relaxed her stretch. Her hand grazed his back and she smiled. This was a recent development and a change in their relationship that she was enjoying immensely. She didn't open up to many people and invited very few into her life… and even fewer into her bed.

She pushed herself up and leaned over to kiss his bare shoulder. "Hey sleepyhead, are you awake yet?"

A noncommittal grunt was her only answer.

He felt her smile against his shoulder. As he rolled over onto his back, he opened his eyes to see her bright and smiling face. He reached up and tucked several loose strands of hair behind her ear as he said, "Good morning you."

"Good morning you." She repeated as she leaned down to kiss him, stopping just short of his lips lingering for a moment. Changing her course, she planted a kiss on the tip of his cute nose and continued to place several light kisses on his forehead. As she pulled away, he looked up at her quizzically.

She grinned down at him as she continued to back away, "If you think I'm getting anywhere near that porcupine beard of yours…"

He reached out to grab her as she scooted back off the bed, eluding his grasp. "I'm going to take a shower." She turned her back on him and started to walk away. As she reached the door way she turned to see him still propped up on one elbow watching her.

"You're more than welcome to join me. Solely as an effort to conservation energy. This would save both electricity and water."

"Conservation of our energy resources is very …. important." He agreed as he flipped the blanket off him and swung his long legs out of the bed. He thought, Who could have guessed that 'going green' would have such immediate and amazing fringe benefits?

Speaking of fringe benefits, one of the best ones would have to be that they worked the same shift and rotations, which meant that today they were both off from work. They walked down the street to grab coffee and something to eat at the Starbucks on the corner.

As he placed their coffee orders, she looked at the pastries and baked goods in the case and her eyes lit on her favorite. As she saw his profile from the corner of her eye, she added, "… and I'll have a plain bagel, lightly toasted."

He looked down at her and grinned, "It's all right, you know. You can order a blueberry scone if you want one."

"What are you talking about. I want a bagel with some cream cheese. I'm a native New Yorker. I ask you, what's more New York than a bagel and cream cheese?"

"Uh huh, r-i-i-ght." He remembered the many days he'd walk past her desk to see a partially empty cup of coffee and a half-eaten blueberry scone lying there.

"What do you want to do today?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.

They decided to join the thousands of other New Yorkers heading to Central Park, today being one of the first warm and sunny days so far this spring. They went back up to the apartment to pick up a blanket for ground cover and a couple of books – a recent bestseller for her and a forensic psychology tome for him.

As she saw his choice of reading material he asked, "What? There's a lot to do."

"Uh huh, r-i-i-ght." She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him as she pushed him out the door.

Once in the park they walked around for sometime looking for the perfect spot. Unfortunately, others who had gotten an earlier start to their day had already staked out all the perfect spots. They settled on a great second choice, near a small tree that would provide a little shade as the day wore on.

Still being in the early days of their new relationship, left them both with plenty of new stories to hear about the other, and so they told each other stories of other sunny spring days. Surprisingly their stories were similar in that there were many good times to share, some embarrassing and some hilariously funny. Just as surprisingly, they were completely opposite. Her stories all centered on her family, she had very few that involved her friends. His stories centered on times with his friends, he had very few that involved his family.

As the afternoon wore on, their hunger returned. Being the man, the hunter, he went off in search of food. When he returned he came bearing sandwiches – pastrami for him, turkey for her – apples and a couple of sodas. As they were finishing up, they heard the sound of an ice cream vendor and she ran over to get them both a drumstick cone.

He rolled up both of their jackets to put behind his back as he leaned up against the rough bark of their little tree. He motioned for her to join him. As she settled against his chest, his arms came around her and held her tightly. Looking up at him, she grinned and pushed herself up lightly tracing his jaw line with her fingertips. Looking into his brown eyes she smiled again as she softly said, "I'm so glad you decided to shave." She bent lower to claim her prize, his soft full lips.

She tried reading her book, but was distracted by the gentle massage he was giving the back of her head. She'd wager he didn't even realize he was doing it, but she didn't care. The gentle pull of her hair as his fingers massaged her scalp and entangled within the strands was lulling her to sleep. She stopped fighting it and allowed herself to doze.

She awoke sometime later and felt a familiar gummy wetness on her cheek. As she raised a hand to wipe her lips, she stiffened in his arms, which brought him to instant alertness.

"What?" He asked, glancing around.

She closed her eyes tightly. OHMIGOD! She was horrified. Maybe she could jump quickly to her feet, sprint away, transfer out of the department and move to New Jersey before he could catch her.

"What's wrong?" He asked again. He hooked his index finger under her chin to draw her head back so he could see her face. He was greeted by a grimace and tightly shut eyes.

"What?" he asked softly.

"I… I can't believe this happened. I'm so embarrassed. I want to die."

"Embarrassed? What about? What's so bad you'd want to die?" Okay he had no idea what was going on.

"I drooled in my sleep. All over your shirt." She whined.

Relaxing finally, he laughed and bent down to kiss her. "You had me scared that something serious had happened."

"And you don't think drooling is a serious problem? Geez…"

Shaking his head, he said, "It's not many NYPD detectives that have women drooling over them. I can think of a lot worse things to put up with."

"But… oh, geez…"

"Fine, I'll burn my shirt later." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head as she settled back against his chest.

"Okay, good. I'll miss the black tee shirt, but it'll make a heck of a hot bonfire."

As the sun started to go down, they joined the thousands of other New Yorkers packing up their belonging and heading out of Central Park. They stopped on their way back to her apartment and picked up some take out from the Chinese place on the corner, to go along with the movie they hadn't gotten around to watching last night.

They spread their feast out over the coffee table and sat on the floor to eat while they watched the movie. After they had eaten their fill, she cleaned up their leftovers and threw the trash out. Once finished, she slid onto the sofa and laid out on her stomach and draped an arm over his shoulder and began rubbing his chest as he leaned against the side of the sofa.

"What'd I miss?" she asked.

He paused the DVD and filled her in, his long and detail explanation taking longer than the five minutes of movie she'd missed. Next time she'd have to remember not to ask.

When the movie ended, he turned to her and asked, "Are you tired?" Seeing her sleepy eyes, he smiled and answered his own question. "Yes, you are. I should go." He leaned forward to start to stand.

She reached out a hand to stop him, and gently pulled him back. "Don't go, we can ride into work together tomorrow."

"I don't think that's such a good idea." He said as he shook his head.

"Which part? The staying or the riding into work together?" She asked.

"The riding into work together part." He said as he turned and raised himself to his knees. His fingers lightly caressing her earlobe.

"Oh well, I guess you're right about that." She said, before turning into the hand caressing her earlobe and gently kissing his palm.

"Plus, I can't go into work in the same suit and shirt that I wore the other day."

"No one notices men's suits or shirts. They all look alike."

"Not to a roomful of detectives."

"Oh, you may have a point there, detective. Well, if you really have to go…."

Leaning over he traced her jaw line before nipping at her ear. "I didn't say I had to go…"

She rode the subway to work the next morning and as she was walking up to the entrance to 1PP ran into one of the few other female detectives in Major Case.

They smiled as they fell into step with each other. "How was your day off?"

"It was fine. I spent a quiet day puttering around the house. How was yours?"

"Mine? Mine was perfect."

The female detective turned to look at her and threatened, "One of these days I'm going to get you to tell all about whomever it is who's been responsible for all these perfect days off you've been having lately."

Laughing she replied, "One of these days, I may just tell you."

Captain Ross was standing outside the elevator and greeted the two women as the doors slid open. "Eames, my office. And bring your partner." As an after thought he added, "Good morning Jamison."

"Good morning Captain." The two said simultaneously.

After he walked away, Eames looked over to see if Bobby was even in yet, as she said, "Great. I love it when the Captain's waiting at the elevator for me. It's such a warm, welcoming feeling."

Bobby wasn't at his desk, but his jacket was, so she knew he was in the building. He walked up from behind them and said, "Morning Eames, Morning Jamison." He continued passed them not breaking stride, his nose still buried in the report he was reading.

"Hey, Ross wants to see us in his office. Now."

"Yeah, I heard him, he must have been waiting for you at the elevator. I think everyone of the eleventh floor heard him."

"Ya think?" She asked sarcastically

He picked up his jacket from his chair and put it on. "You ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, I had my Wheaties this morning. Let's go get this over, it's only going to get worse the longer we leave him waiting. And by the way, what did you do this time?"

He grinned, "Nothing. It's not on me this time."

"Well then , what did I do?" She wondered aloud as she followed her partner into the Captain's office.

Jamison wished them 'Good Luck' and continued over to her desk, her partner Ritchie already at his, on the phone. She smiled as she saw the cup of coffee and blueberry scone sitting in the center of her desk.

More to come...