Disclaimer: The same as the other time. I just want to say tahnks to FrostDeejn and rindy713, who send me two great reviews hat i appreciated a lot. thanks! so, be ready for chapter 2, R&R and just wait, because the story will be loong and you don't kow what could happen!

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"It doesn't look like Madison is having a good time…" it was Friday night, and Logan (who just spoke), Eames and Goren were sitting at their usual bar – Sullivan's – as every Friday, waiting the weekend to begin, drinking their usual and making gossip about the colleague who was working with them from some weeks, Antoinette "Toni" Madison, who, in that moment, wasn't with them. She was 3 or 4 tables distant, and was trying to speak with a man in his thirties, dark eyes and hair. But it didn't look like she was having fun… she was trying to have a decent conversation with him, while he was clearly looking at an other girl in the room, a brunette, and didn't seem to notice the fact that the girl in front of him was nice and sexy, too.

"Do you think we have to do something to… to help her? I mean, look at the jerk. He isn't even noticing how nice she made herself for him! I can't stay here and look at her, see how crazy he can drive her!"

"Eames…"

"Logan, she is your partner, do something. You owe us that."

"Sorry?"

"I believe she is saying you tend to have the same behavior he is having with Toni, when you go out on a date with a certain type of women."

"The first day was detective Madison, than it was Antoinette… and now, after few weeks, you already call her just Toni!?"

"Look at her, Logan. Look at her body language – Bobby said trying to change topic, hoping his co-workers didn't notice it too much – she wants to getaway, too. Now one of us leaves the bar, and, once outside, calls her on her cellular. So she will able to leave giving him an excuse like, I don't know, she can tell him she is having a work emergency, or something like that. And then, who is outside, drives her home, endgame."

"I don't understand because we need to drive her home"

"Because she usually come to work by bike, feet or subway. But I don't think it could be such a good idea let her go home alone at this time of the night, dressed that way."

"And who goes?" Logan asked, with an expression on his face that was telling Goren something else. He didn't asked how he noticed she was dressed in an elegant and sexy way, or how he knew how she went to work every day.

"You are her partner. It's up to you to help her."

"Yes Goren, but it was your idea. And then, there is Alex, too."

"I'm not with my car, today, do you remember? You drive me yourself at work today because my car is on repair."

"But if you put this way, I can't do it by myself, neither, because I have to drive you home. So there's just Bobby the genius left. Bobby… see you on Monday, then."

Goren looked at the devil smile in Logan's face, and how Alex was… it looked like she was totally ok with it.

"Ok, see you on Monday." He said leaving the table, resigned. he immediately left the local from an other entrance, the one Toni's "boyfriend" couldn't see.

He didn't want he could think they were doing it intentionally. For what he knew, maybe she liked him, maybe they were having a story, or God knew what else…

Once outside, he took a cigarette and smoking it he dialed her number. She immediately answered to him.

"Madison"

"It looks like you are in trouble, do you need some help? Act as you are speaking with a superior."

"Yes sir, what's happening?" she answered him with nonchalance, seeing her "boyfriend" was now more interested in the call. He wasn't totally focused on her, but better than nothing.

"I've the impression you want to escape from him."

"Sir, I think you're right." She continued her play, smiling falsely at her mate.

"Tell him something, find an excuse to leave. Tell him it was your boss at the phone, that he needed you or something like that. I'll see you in front of the secondary entrance, ok?"

"Yes sir, as you wish. Listen, Danny – she said putting the phone in her purse – my boss called me. There's something he must ask me about a case I investigated on. I…I'm truly sorry, but I have to leave right now. I… Listen, I'll call you, okay?"

"Ok, I count on it. Bye."

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"You were really having problems with him, weren't you?"

He smiled at her while he approached her outside the entrance. Her small figure was illuminate a bit from the rare light of the roads. It was like her whole skin was flaring. He remained breathless for an instant.

"Not the best date of my life. Although I have to admit that it was more decent that the ones I had in the last year. Not so bad for a blind date."

"Please, don't tell me you met him in internet."

"No. nothing like that."

"Thanks god, I didn't figure you as an internet type. And you don't look like a matrimonial agency type, too; so what's going on?"

"An old friend from my old days in NY asked me to go out on a date with this friend of him, who works in his same unit at the FBI… he told me that there is this former girlfriend of him, that he had to go through with her, that I haven't had a date in a long time… so I accepted, because he show me a photo and he is totally hot and I haven't had a date since I left LA and I really need one… And I made myself sexy for him, too! but what happened? Not only he takes me to the same bar I spent my evenings when I go out with my co-workers… but he spends the entire time looking at his former girlfriend who is a policewoman, too, and speaking about her! He didn't listen to a single word I said… I swear, I've never been more embarrassed in my life, never felt so much the need to run away and escape…"

"I've got my experience in bad dates, me too, so I imagined you could use a little help, here."

"Well, you imagined right. Thank you, I owe you one."

"Yeah, well, no problem… listen… I saw you came with the subway this morning, do you need a lift?"

"It's not necessary; I'll take the subway again, thanks, I don't want to disturb you."

"It's almost one o'clock; it's note safe for a single woman. Besides, your building is on road. I have to pass in front of it to came back home. There's no problem. I swear, I'm not that bad as driver."

"Deal. - She said entering in his car, a 2006 black Jeep Patriot. – I had a jeep when I was younger, me too. I loved that car. It was a red Cherokee."

"In your old days in NY? – he asked her while driving her car – I didn't know you were from here."

"in facts, I'm not. I'm French. better, I'm half French. My mother was from Paris. She met my father when he was working for the family enterprise in France. They fall in love, get married, have 4 children… and when I was 5 and my mother died in a car accident, dad decided to come back to NY with all of us. I grew up here, I studied here, I joined the police here, too."

"I believed you were from LA"

"I moved 10 years ago. When my marriage went to hell, I was a little… depressed, so I decided it was time for a fresh start; I asked for Vegas or LA, and at the end the last one accepted me in, and since my older brother's brother-in-law at the time left the Marines and moved there, JJ asked him to look over me, and so he did. Matt is one of my best friends."

"And there, 6 years ago, you joined the serial crimes investigation unit… it's what you are best know for."

"Right. You know, it seems you know my career very well. Maybe better than me."

"But I don't know how you met Mac Taylor. It's like you know him very well. And I didn't know you were married. Children?"

" What? Oh, you mean if I've children…"

"Yes. I'm terribly curious."

"I had a daughter, but I gave her in adoption. Too young."

"Sorry."

"Not your fault. And besides, less people who have to deal with my dysfunctional family"

"We…we were speaking about Taylor, right?" he noticed the sadness in her eyes, and come back to the original topic.

"Oh, yes, Mac… Mac was in the Marines with my older Brother, JJ, and with JJ's brother in law, Matt Sheppard. JJ is ten years older than me, but he always cared a lot for me. He believed I was the one who needed him the most. With the years, he became a sort of surrogate father for me. He and his wife were always there for me… as I grew up, I became not only a friend of Eve and Matt, but of Mac, too. It's almost… it's almost 30 years since I met Mac for the first time."

"You're old - he said her with his gorgeous smile – but you still wear some tattoos. Two, at least."

"you are really a know-it-all…"

"Many of the things I know, come from what I notice. For example, the blouse leaves your scapulas uncovered, and so I saw a Celtic knot, a triqueta I believe, on your right one. And a stylized sun on your left ankle."

"Each of my tattoos has a story and a meaning. for example, my French grandmother was studying the symbols used by the Early Catholic Church between the Celtic tribes, when I was a teen. The triqueta is the symbol of the holy trinity, I liked it and I'm a catholic, so I did it. I did the sun some years later, just because I wanted to make my dad angry. And my third one…"

"you've got a third one, too?"

"It's a winged heart, I did it when I was a bit older, I was 28, when I fall in love with a man who worked at the serial crimes unit with me. At the time, there were our names written in capital letters inside the wings, but when we broke, three years and an half later, I decided to cancel the names and maintain just the picture. God, I nearly married him… can you believe he confessed me he had cheated on me since the beginning the morning before our wedding? I can't believe he was so surprise I left him… but, changing topic… It seems to me to remember we were speaking about age… and I want you to know that you are older than me. But I don't think it counts, because you're a man and men age well. And… " she remained in silence for a while.

"What? Continue. I want to listen to what you have to say now."

"I'm started to feeling a little embarrassed… because I never took my mouth closed and it's not like me. I never speak about myself… especially with men. I'm not able to relate myself with men. Or with other human beings. It's why I end at a blind date." She said almost laughing.

"you look drunk, you know?"

"I'm not so good when it comes to bear alcohol… I believe I was trying to forget that my date wasn't exactly my date, because I only drink alcohol when I had "problems" with men… God, I hate this headache."

"Tomorrow will be worse. But don't worry, it's the alcohol, that, as you probably know, helped you to loose your inhibitions while you were speaking with me, too" He said as he stopped in front of her place.

"I didn't loose my inhibitions, believe me."

"Yes, you did. We work together only from some weeks, but I already notice how you are."

"You did?" she asked him with an evil smile.

"Not… Not in that matter. Believe me, I could never…"

"So this evening no one is going to tell me I'm a fascinating woman…" she answered him with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

"no, wait, it's not what I mean… I don't mean you are not fascinating or interesting… you are one of the nicest person I ever met and probably the most interesting one."

"So, you think I'm fascinating and interesting and that I'm loosing my inhibitions…?!" she said with that evil smile of her again.

And that night she was really fascinating, he wasn't lying to her. With a new haircut (shorter hair),make up, without the glasses she normally wore at work, some jewels, a pastel red blouse who uncovered her shoulders, a pair of black low-waist jeans not too much tight but not too little, and black heeled shoes, she was instead very nice and attractive. He couldn't believe her date couldn't see what was in front of him. And she was culturally an interesting person, too, who showed a lot of interests in common with him.

"I…" he didn't know how to react to her words, what to say and how to say it… he remained speechless for a while, looking in the void and then at her; it was in that moment that he saw that she was now nearer to him, that her lips were almost touching his. He don't waited a second more, and coming nearer and nearer to her, he let her kiss him, in a way the both of them didn't kiss and feel in a long time. It was a fiery and passionate kiss, full not of passion… but of need, too. She removed her hands from his shoulders and caressed his chest, feeling the bit of his heart, loud as hers, and whispered something in his hears, before to give him an other kiss, this time more delicate, and to leave.

"Now it's what I call loose my inhibitions. See you on Monday, Bobby."

"See you on Monday, Toni." He said when she was already at home. Great, and now what can I do?

He didn't know it was the same thing she was thinking at home, sitting on the floor of her living room, not able to do a single step more.

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