Disclaimers: Still not mine, but that's not going to stop me..

A/N1: I'm working on turning this into something.. Into what? I don't know yet. It could turn into something substantial, or it could blow up in my face and end up being a piece of pure fluff… Any suggestions?

A/N2: Thanks to everyone who took the time to review chapter one!

More Than Coffee

-SentimentalTune

Once we are in your patrol car, you turn to me and flash me a beautiful smile."My place or yours?" You ask, and I smile back at you.

I fasten my seatbelt and shrug.

"Your call."

Since this little rendezvous was your idea, I'll go along with whatever you have in mind.

"Okay, my place it is then.." You tell me, fastening your seat belt then starting the car.

I watch you out of the corner of my eye as you check your mirrors before easing out into traffic.

"You do realize that no one bought that 'going for coffee' line, don't you?"

Your smile widens, and it's written all over your face that you're not too concerned that your entire squad knows we're going out for something a lot hotter than coffee.

"I know… but I had to think of some excuse. Besides, they've been giving me a hard time over you for months now. It started out as just speculation, but Fin running into us at the Yankees game.. Munch bumping into us at the movies… Elliot and his brood seeing us jogging together in the park.. They're detectives. They have started putting two and two together." You tell me, reaching over and taking my hand in yours.

I love it when you hold my hand..

I look down at our hands, at our fingers laced together, and suddenly, something hits me.

"I don't mind if they know we're together… do you?"

You squeeze my hand a little, and I smile.

"I was actually wondering.. I mean, I'm not trying to pressure you or anything… and I'd understand if you want to keep it quiet a little longer… your career and all.. But maybe, sometime in the future, we could tell just the guys about us.. I'm not asking you to drag me home with you for Christmas or anything…" Your voice trails off and I notice a small blush creeping up on you.

I can't help but laugh a little.

"They already know… I don't see why we can't tell them, you know, make it official?"

We pull up in front of your building and you put the car in park then kill the engine.

The nervous, almost shy look on your face is a far cry from the look you were wearing while looking me over at the precinct, and, to get your attention, I unlace our fingers then lace them back together, tugging on your hand a eyes go from staring at our hands to looking into mine, and I flash you a smile."Sometimes, I can't help but wonder why the hell you're with me, you know that?" You ask, averting your eyes. "Women like you… well, they don't go for my type.." Your words trail off, and I take a deep breath.

When you glance up at me, I squeeze your hand and lean in and press my lips to yours.

There's no way I'll be able to pour everything I feel for you into just one kiss, and so, when I pull away from you, I feel a small smile forming on my lips once more.

"I don't know what you mean by 'girls like me'… and I don't have a clue what 'your type' is… but I know that I love you, and that I am with you for more reasons than mere words can express… So, please.. allow me to show you."

That having been said, I unfasten my seatbelt and get out of the car, not even glancing over my shoulder to see if you are following me.. because I already know that you are…