A/N: This is another slightly silly story. Based on a line in the episode Prayer For The Dead and a scene in Six Weeks Notice. Bonus points for whoever can spot the other two movie references in the story :) Hope you enjoy :)

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Sweet Dreams

It had all begun innocently enough.

They had been working late on a case and she had leaned into his office, offering to buy him a large lemonade if he bought her a large gin and tonic. Naturally he had agreed, it had been hard not to really.

She had been smiling that beguiling smile, the one that made him feel like agreeing to anything. Added to the soft lights that had played across her face and made her eyes sparkle, she had been able to persuade him effortlessly, the way no other woman could.

Now he wasn't so sure it had been such a good idea.

The bar had been crowded when they arrived and they had ended up crammed in a booth, which had been fine. At first. But now she was a little better, or the worse, for the alcohol, which had acted quickly since she was so tired, and was leaning heavily against him. Though he doubted she was aware of the fact.

He was debating with himself as to how he was going to get her home without making it sound like a proposition when Robbie showed up.

"What have you done to Jackie?" was his first question, which was then followed by a wicked grin and Michael cut him off before he could ask a second. "Look, can you just help me get her home?" he demanded.

The gleam that appeared in Robbie's eye was not very reassuring, but he helped him get Jackie to her feet nonetheless. "Michael, where are we going?" she asked her voice a little slurred.

"We're going home, Jackie," he answered, putting an arm around her waist to steady her.

"Then why's Robbie here?" she demanded, "I may be a little tipsy, but I'm still not that kind of girl, Michael," she informed him, causing Robbie to start laughing. "What's so funny?" she demanded, Robbie shook his head, trying to get a hold on his laughter, "Nothing," he told her finally, "nothing at all."

Jackie pursed her lips but said nothing.

Between them the two men managed to get Jackie to the car without incident. "Michael, you're not going to drive," she said flatly from where they had propped her up against the car. Both men looked at her in surprise, "You're coming in the back with me," she stated firmly as she got in the car. Robbie grinned and took the car keys off Michael, "You heard the lady," he said cheerfully.

Michael glared at him as he got into the back, next to Jackie.

The drive home was uneventful; until Robbie went a little too fast around one of the corners. Jackie was slammed into Michael, as no one had thought to check she was wearing her seatbelt. Instinctively Michael's arms went around her to steady her, something she took as an invitation to remain where she was.

Not that Michael was particularly inclined to remove his arms; besides, it was for her own safety, whilst they remained in the car. At least, that was the convenient excuse his mind came up with as she looked up at him.

"You have beautiful eyes," she told him.

In the front seat Robbie began to laugh, but Michael was saved from having to reply as she passed out.

The rest of the drive was mercifully short and Jackie remained immobile. Whether she was asleep or unconscious neither man was sure, but she made no sound as Michael lifted her out of the car.

"How are we going to get in?" Robbie asked, stopping short as they reached the front door. Michael gave a weary sigh and, bracing himself for a rude comment, shifted Jackie in his arms so that Robbie could reach his jacket pocket. "In my pocket," he said stiffly.

To his credit Robbie kept his mouth shut as he pulled the bunch of keys out from Michael's pocket. After Michael identified the correct key, Robbie opened the door and they made their way into Jackie's living room.

Michael deposited her on the couch and they stepped back to take a breather, both men regarded her in silence.

"Should we take her clothes off?" Robbie suggested, just to see what kind of a reaction he would get from Michael. He wasn't disappointed, Michael's jaw clenched and he sent a dark look in his direction. If looks could kill Robbie surmised he would be a pile of ash on Jackie's living room floor.

He was, however, saved from any violent action that Michael may or may not have felt like taking in the wake of his comment by a soft snore, both men cast amused glances in the direction of the recumbent woman.

Privately Michael thought it was a foible that made her seem very cute and he knew from experience that it was something that only occurred when she had had a bit too much to drink. Not that he would admit so much to Robbie who would undoubtedly get the wrong idea.

"Maybe we should put another pillow under her head, that's supposed to help," Robbie suggested, passing a cushion to Michael from the opposite end of the couch. Gently Michael lifted her head and placed the cushion under it.

The snoring stopped for a moment, before returning even louder than before. "Louder, interesting," Robbie commented.

"I think we should leave now," Michael said, feeling that Jackie would not appreciate being exposed in such a manner. Robbie nodded his agreement and Michael pulled the rug from the back of the couch over her.

"Ready?" Robbie asked.

Michael nodded, "I'll be out in a minute," he told him, "I'll just get her some asprin." Robbie nodded and made his way out to wait in the car while Michael went to Jackie's bathroom to retrieve the asprin, which he placed on the coffee table alongside a glass of water.

Glancing over the side of the couch to make sure that Robbie was gone, he leaned over and, before he could think the better of it, kissed Jackie gently on the forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Jackie," he whispered, before he pulled the rug more securely around her shoulders and left the room.

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A/N: If people like this one I might be persuaded to add the next day :)