It was a day that would stay with Edie Hart for the rest of her life. She had woken up to sun shining through the bedroom window and a quick peek showed that last week's snow was finally melting. She had taken just a few moments in the bathroom, washing her face, brushing her teeth and pulling her hair back before slipping into a pair of old pants and one of Pete's Princeton T-Shirts before pouring a cup of the freshly brewed coffee she had made in the new automatic coffee maker Pete insisted she needed.

The blonde was just finishing up her breakfast dishes when she spotted the 1959 Plymouth Fury pull into the apartment lot from the kitchen window. She smiled and felt her pulse pick up a notch. It was rare to see Pete before late evening anymore, last night she hadn't seen him at all as he'd been working a particularly nasty case. Quickly she had put tap water in a sauce pan and set it to boil.

Determined to pretend she wasn't paying attention, she placed three eggs in the pan while a key clicked in the front door lock. Ignoring the sound, she decided the kitchen counter needed arranging.

Sherlock, her ginger tabby cat took a bounding leap from beside the refrigerator to the living room, his little meows excited that his "other person" was home. Pete's whisper of 'did you miss me Buddy?' as he picked the feline up and scratched his head hit a chord of emotions deep inside of Edie, one she had begun to feel a lot of lately.

The cat jumped out of the detective's arms, Edie feeling a catch in her breath when Peter Gunn quietly came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, laying a kiss on the back of her neck.

"Hello silly."

Her attempts at returning his hello were thwarted by the feel of his hands going up under her shirt, crawling slowly upwards, lingering at her belly button on their climb. His thumbs reached her breasts first, making lazy circles on her nipples, until they puckered under his hands. She seemed to have lost her ability to stand and fell against him heavily. "I've been thinking of doing nothing else all night." He whispered.

Edie had tilted her head up and smiled. "Your eggs are going to boil dry if you don't watch it."

He shook his head, his face in a huge grin. "What in the world did I ever do to deserve you?"

"You were very, very lucky." She snapped the knob on the stove to off and they made love there in the kitchen, against the sink, lying on the floor afterwards talking and laughing.

Even though Pete had been up all night, he insisted on coming with her on her errands and she wasn't about to say no. After a couple cups of coffee and a shower he was ready to go. She had a couple of dresses to pick up from the dry cleaners, Pete needed a trim, Edie returned some library books and got a couple more and then they headed to the pet shop for cat food and a new toy and finally the drug store for a couple of necessities.

When answering questions over the next few days she tried to recall every detail of what they had done. Back to her place, Pete and the cat had taken a nap while she picked up and planned her dresses for the week ahead. Then she had started one of her books and read until her boyfriend came stumbling out of the bedroom looking very cute in his boxers and plain white tee shirt, his hair standing up on his head.

It was her day off so he made reservations at Quincy's. Not only was it their favorite restaurant but The Henry Mancini Orchestra was performing there that night and Pete had heard they were good.

They had their usual waiter who asked after their welfare and brought their drinks out while they perused the menu. Pete was still feeling rather frisky, and they spent most of the meal playing footsie under the table and trying to look normal while they ate. The PI when asked told their server they were skipping dessert and after paying the bill and leaving a generous tip, they headed back to Edie's.

Afterwards, Edie poured a glass of wine for both of them while Pete started a fire and arranged the floor cushions so they could cuddle in front of it. "We should try and do this more often." He said laying a kiss on the side of her jaw.

"This has been the best day." She agreed. "Getting to spend the entire day and night with my man."

They weren't paying attention to the time, there was no reason too. Pete held Edie close, her head on his chest, the beating of his heart warm against her cheek. They exchanged kisses and flirted, relaxing in the company of one another.

The knock on the door was heavy and deliberate both of them scrambling up, Pete reaching for Edie's hand. Sherlock growled at the door from his perch on the back of the sofa, his back stretching up like a Halloween cat. "Who is it?" the late hour making the detective a little wary.

"Police!" the voice said. "Open the door or will open it for you."

It all happened very fast after that. Four officers of the 13th precinct entered the apartment, one of them being Sergeant Davis who looked very apologetic as he approached Pete with a pair of handcuffs.

"I hate to be doing this Pete, but I'm here to tell you, you're under arrest. My orders are to bring you in to headquarters right away and I do have permission to use force if you try to resist."

"What exactly am I under arrest for?" the man asked, holding out both hands, Davis snapping the cuffs shut around his wrists. He knew he could more than likely take out two of them and keep the other two at bay long enough to get out the door and down to his car or catch a taxi and disappear, but he didn't want Edie to be hurt or have them take her instead.

"Robbery and first degree murder," Davis said the words like he didn't believe them. "I'm very sorry Pete but I have no choice." The PI had nodded. "It's all right Lee, I understand."

"Miss Hart we are taking Mr. Gunn down to the station. Lieutenant Jacoby will be contacting you shortly." another officer spoke up. "Please don't make any attempt to leave, we do have a man outside.

The Sergeant led him out, the other cops walking close to thwart any attempt to escape. They all knew who they were dealing with.

"Wait!" Edie practically screamed and the group did stop. Making her way past the policeman she put her hands on each side of Pete's face and kissed him. "I love you. I always will." She said, tears falling fast.

"It will be all right." He promised. "I love you too. I always will."

"They pushed Pete out in the hall and she watched until they stopped at the elevator. Uselessly wiping at the tears, she picked up the phone and called Mother. There more than likely wasn't anything the woman could do but she had to hear someone's voice.