Hey all! So, I know I haven't posted a new story in a while, but they never tell you that college would be this hard! HAHA anyways, I have decided I will do a series of one shots based on this season's Walt/Vic moments. Some of them I have already covered, so I may or may not re do them. I may even go back and do some older seasons. Ya never know. Oh, by the way,some of this will be exact text and some of it won't.

I had never heard him sputter like that in all of the time I had known him. It was something between a nervous school boy, and my boss. However, I wasn't able to focus on that for long because the next thing I knew, he was standing mere inches from me, telling me that he needed to talk to me.

Closing the door, he retreated just as quickly as he had approached me, so I was able to gain a bit of my clarity back. "All right…"

He stepped back, behind the safety of his desk, still stuttering a little. "Uh...One of the less...desirable parts of this job is that we...have to serve legal papers, when the county is short of...uh…process servers."

I smiled, trying to contain a laugh. "Do you want me to serve someone a subpoena on the way home?"

He smiled a little before looking back down at his desk. "No...uh…" He fumbled with the manilla envelope that was on his desk before finally looking back up at me. "I'm required to give you this on behalf of the court."

I took a deep breath, trying to settle myself. I knew what it was just as well as I knew my name, but for Walt to have to give it to me. That was unfair for him. And I knew that the courts here weren't busy. They are never busy. No, this was meant to be a personal blow. This was meant to hurt me, and to do it in front of Walt. To make him think my pain was his fault. But still, I took it from him, sitting down in my usual chair to read over the end of my marriage.

I heard him suck on his teeth as I read, as if he was in thought. "So uh… the other day, when you said you...you might be leaving the department. Well I didn't say what I...uh, what I wanted to say, cause I didn't think it was my place to,uh… to get in the middle of things. Um, and you have the right, to make any decision you want...um. But the point is, Vic...I want ya to stay."

When I looked up at him, he was staring straight back at me. I felt a swell of emotions, but none of them were because of Sean. Walt wanted me to stay. He wanted me to stay here. I didn't break his eye contact, knowing if I did, he would think I was unsure. "Got a pen?"

He smiled a small smile, which in turn made me smile. "Yup." He handed me one, our hands brushing as he did.

The room was pleasantly quiet while I was signing through the papers. When I finally signed the last place, I handed them back to Walt, who had sit down behind his desk, watching me. He looked up to me, concern evident on my face. "Vic...are you all right?"

I can't help but smile a little. "Yea, Walt. I'm fine. I'm a tad worried about you though, you look a little pale, cowboy."

He huffed a bit, pushing the papers back into the envelope. "I'm being serious here Vic. You just ended…"

He trailed off, apparently at a loss for what to say. I picked up. "Ended what, Walt? A marriage that has been over for almost three years? Walt really? Let's be serious."

I turned and headed for the door, not paying attention to the scuffling behind me, although I probably should have, because in the moment I went to open the door, Walt pushed it shut from behind me.

I turned around, ready to go off, until I saw the obvious turmoil on his face. "Walt…"

He turns away quickly, retreating back toward his desk, and I barely catch his arm before he is gone. "No, Walt, I'm sorry. You're just trying to be kind and I…"

He cuts me off when he turns, surprising me more than he had ever before, when he meets my lips with his. I'm frozen in shock against him as he moves gently, wrapping me in his arms as he slowly kisses me. I'm out of my shock in an instant, pulling closer into him. We both move back, taking in deep gulps of air when there is a knock at his door.

"Hey Walt, I need to talk to ya!" Ferg shouts through the door.

I bite my lip, letting out an agitated huff. "Remind me to kill him."

Walt gave a slight chuckle before letting me go and grabbing his hat off his desk. "Get in line."

We both walked out the door, greeted by a very flustered Ferg, leaned over his new desk, writing down something. "Hey, Walt, good. Okay, so you are needed out at the Red Pony. Apparently it almost burned down."

He didn't say anything to Ferg, just nodding, before he turned back to me. "Stay with Ferg. Especially with Branch going crazy."

I started after him as he headed out the door. He finally stopped right before the stairs. "Walt, I can take care of myself. I don't need Ferg to baby sit me, ya know."

When he smiled, I could have kissed him again, but I really didn't want to push my luck. He pushed a stray strand of hair back behind my ear. "I know you don't. But it will make me feel better if you aren't out right now. Especially since all the danger seems to be culminating around me. Just…" He dropped his hand, jamming them both in his pockets. "Just till I get Branch dealt with. Please?"

I thought it over for a second before thumping his badge. "Alright… just don't get dead, cowboy."