Her fingers tap wildly on her desk in anticipation, her eyes focused intently on the neatly wrapped rectangular package in front of her. Despite it being neat, it was far from fancy- some brown sugar paper and some thin rope wrapped around it in a nest bow. It was the nicest she could get in such short notice, she hadn't planned on giving it to him today. Take it home, wrap it up properly, maybe even write a card to go with it. But seeing him today, and even after Jac's slip up of mentioning Fletch spying on Evie in her presence left her feeling the smallest twang of guilt. Not because Evie found out, no, she deserved to know, but of the way that she found it.

It's almost 6, the end of her's and Fletch's shift. She imagines that Fletch is getting out of his scrubs, or maybe going to pick Evie up from Serena in AAU. She smirked, thinking back to Fletch's earlier rant of how Evie found Serena's line of work to be more interesting then that of Fletch's frivolous pile of safety protocols he was constantly writing up. Jac couldn't blame the child, she'd do exactly the same put in her shoes. She's just brushed Fletch of as having a bruised ego, which in turn caused him to roll his eyes but put up no fight.

She can hear the night shift piling in, her eyes darting over to her door where she can see figures passing by every now and then. Each one she hopes that it's his familiar figure, but it never is. It's getting ever closer to six, and with every minute, Jac doubts more and more that Fletch will be paying her his usual visit.

They'd started off as visits he insisted upon to check on her recovery, but as they got into a routine of it, he never quite stopped checking up on her. It was an unspoken tradition for the two now, Jac never being able to bring herself to leave early in case she missed his daily, dumb facts that he insisted on telling her. She's not sure when he decided that it was going to become a part of the routine, but after coming in and proudly proclaiming that human birth control pills worked on gorillas, to which she hadn't been able to come up with her usual snarky comment from the obscurity of it.

Since then, he'd graced her with a stupid, obscure, weird fact everyday. Somewhere along the way, she couldn't say where, she'd grown to look forward to them.

She also couldn't pinpoint the moment that she had fallen for Adrian Fletcher.

She figured he'd just slowly picked away at her. His boyish grins, his stupid stories, his witty comebacks. He challenged her, yes, but he didn't push her. He knew her. Knew how she worked, knew when to back off or keep quiet, knew when to rush in and just hold her. She snickered to herself, taking her glasses off and packing them away neatly in her case. When did it become apparent that he knew her more than she knew herself?

It was now 6:20. He wasn't coming. The rational side of her says that he's just busy, as he does have Evie with him, and it has only just been 20 minutes. But she was tired, and it wasn't often she had an evening free of paperwork and Emma. She scoops up her bag and record tenderly, as if it was as fragile as a bubble, and heads towards the door.

It was nights like this where she was grateful that she could go home to an empty house; no one to cook for, no one to see to, and no one to hide the discomfort of her wound from. She knew that Emma suspected that she was in pain, but she never mentioned it to her. Jonny however, she knew that Emma had told him that 'Mummy struggled to pick hold me today so I had to walk all the way to the car!' or 'Mummy couldn't bend down to tie my shoelaces, so I had to wear my velcros!'. She meant no harm, but she hated the pitiful looks Jonny gave her. She wasn't weak, she didn't need anyone's pity, let alone his.

She's snapped out of her thoughts as her hand reaches for the door, but it's barged open by a very red-faced Fletch, who in his rush to get to her on time, runs straight into Jac, knocking both her bag and record to the ground. She's too shocked to bark at him for being a clutz, so instead she raises her eyebrows at him for an explanation. It's in vain though, as he's already bent down on the ground, scrambling about the place to try and return all of her items into her bag, a panic struck look on his face and apologise tumbling out of his mouth in one big mess.

'Oh my God Jac, I'm so sorry, I just wanted to catch you before you left, I had to go and get Evie from Serena but then she wanted to stay over at Serena's again cause' apparently she hasn't in ages and I had to sort her clothes and stuff out and-'

He stops suddenly. He's no longer looking up at her. His hand is hovering above the record, and Jac holds her breath. In the collision, a small part of the package had been ripped, showcasing quite clearly that it was the missing record to Raf's collection. She can't see his expression anymore, leading to panic surging through her, and her instincts are for her to run. She'd been preparing herself for this, been waiting for him, but being in such close proximity to him? She wasn't prepared for this at all.

Once again, she's snapped straight out of her thoughts as he rises to his feet, the record clasped firmly in his hands, an unreadable expression on his face. She's about to push past him and make a dash for it, until his face breaks out into a Cheshire Cat grin and he's chuckling.

She has no time to respond as he grasps either side of her face and places an exaggerated kiss directly on her forehead, the record smacking her on the side of her head in his excitement. Her eyebrows are raised in surprise, and her mouth has hit the floor. Her cheeks are as red as his shirt, and she can feel fireworks going off in her stomach. His hands are removed as quickly as they were planted on her, instead his focus is on ripping the sugar paper off of the record to get a proper look at it.

'This must have cost you a fortune! You have no idea how much this means to me, Jac.' He tumbles out, his voice welling up towards the end as Jac observes the tears that were beginning to form.

Miraculously, she manages to regain her composure, and clears her throat. 'Well, I didn't do it for you, I did it for Raf.' She murmurs, her voice an octave higher than usual. 'Besides, didn't I ask for peace and quiet, not a fatal encounter with your halitosis?' She quirks an eyebrow at him teasingly, picking up her handbag from the ground that he had abandoned in his surprise.

'Yeah, well, you got two for one.' He retorted, managing to compose himself by this point as well. He finally manages to look up at her, a soft grin on his face. They're mere inches away. His eyes are flickering from her eyes to her lips, and back up. She maintains eye contact with him, but freezes- an internal battle raging on within her.

Fletch and her had been dancing along the boarders for a while now. Tonight, Fletch had passed over that boarder with the forehead kiss, and Jac wasn't sure how she felt. Her head was telling her that he had four kids. He had a deceased wife. She had Emma. She'd never been able to maintain a good, healthy relationship with anyone in her life. Her heart, on the other hand, was screaming at her to push past those boarders and embrace what was on the other side. As usual though, she ignored what she wanted, and decided to retreat. It was safer that way, right?

'You better keep your word, or I'll be tucking your tie down your throat rather than your shirt.' She huffs out, breaking the eye contact and crossing her arms, shielding herself from his display of affection. She misses the crestfallen look on his face, but it's really only a fleeting look. 'I wouldn't dare risk it.' He returns, almost waltzing over to her desk as he places the record down, fishing his phone out of his pocket instead.

She stares after him, puzzled. What was he doing? She considered just slipping out quietly if he was just going to ignore her, and leave him to his own devices, but before she can, music starts erupting from his phone. He whips around, that cheeky, boyish smile had adorned his face once again. She raises her eyebrows at him, her mouth hitting the floor for the second time that night.

'You're not serious? I'm not dancing with you.'

'Oh, Ms Naylor, you won't be able to resist.' He husked out to her, rhythmically dancing towards her, never quite breaking eye contact with her.

The husk in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, but she refused to let him get the upper hand on her. She sweeps towards him to him, a sultry smirk playing on her lips, her eyes burning into his. She sees a flash of shock sweep across his features, but it's gone within an instant and it's back to the boyish grin as they meet halfway.

She reaches her arms out, pushing them up against his chest. Her arms reach up so her lips are brushing against his ear delicately, and she can feel a shiver running through his back. She had him right where she wanted.

'In your dreams.'

With that, she plants her feet back onto the ground and looks back at up at him, giving him an innocent smile. She sees a flicker of confusion flash across his face before be breaks out into a short chuckle, shaking his head at her.

She sweeps around, ready to retreat home, feeling satisfied with the power she's exerted over him, but is stopped in her tracks when he grabs hold of her wrist.

She whirls back around, shooting him a questioning look.

'Did you know David Bowie had a lizard tattooed on his ankle?'

She can't hold back the snicker that she releases at the obscurity of it all.