A/N: Welp. Something's definitely not out of their systems. But the night's about to take an interesting turn. Thank you for reading and I love hearing from you!


The jarring shock of going from a blissful, heat-of-the-moment backseat makeout with Jamie to a wall of fire trucks outside her building made Eddie's heart feel like it was about to short circuit. Thankfully the rainfall has dissipated to a sprinkle as they approach a barrier of police tape which Jamie quickly lifts up and they duck underneath.

An officer on duty holds her hands out, aiming the beam from her flashlight at them.

"Sir, this block has been evacuated," she announces. "You can't be here."

Eddie reaches for her shield from the pocket of her jeans. "We're off duty," she tells the officer. "But I live on this street."

"What happened?" Jamie questions.

The officer glances at the badge Jamie offers, then peers back over her shoulder. "Gas leak at 219."

"That's my building," Eddie mutters.

"Crews are working to find the source, but it'll be hours," she explains. "This is a high risk area. You need to find a place to stay tonight."

Eddie watches her talk and just sort of stands there in disbelief. Obviously the situation could be worse, but it felt so odd to be turned away without being able to go inside.

"Come on," she hears Jamie murmur and he lays a hand on her shoulder.

She swallows in confusion but leaves the officer with a polite smile and a nod. "Thanks."

They turn back toward 3rd Avenue, ducking back under police tape. "Well damn," Eddie finally speaks up.

"Hey, good thing the leak got discovered."

"Yeah."

"It'll be alright," he assures her. "Give it 'til the morning."

She glances over at him and crosses her arms over her chest. After so long in the rain and sitting in damp clothes in the taxi, she was getting cold, even on a balmy spring night.

"Hey," Jamie says softly and slides an arm around her back while they walk. His hand rests at the base of her neck and she leans into him. "Come stay at my place."

"Jamie."

His shoulders lift. "You heard her. You gotta go somewhere."

Eddie has to laugh and she glances down, self-consciously scratching her nose.

"Come on," Jamie groans, rocking her side to side in his grasp.

Stopping at the corner, she turns toward him, lifting her lashes to peer up at him with a skeptical gaze. He looks back at her with that Eagle Scout face, those earnest green eyes. The heat that glowed there not so long ago in the back of that cab was gone. She didn't know where they stood. It was as if the path they were intended to make for themselves tonight just abruptly ended.

"My friend Natalie lives in Tribeca," she manages, then clears her throat. "I can call her."

He tilts his head. "Doesn't she have young kids? How would she feel if you came knocking on the door at 11 o'clock at night?"

"Ugh," she deflates. "I know."

He drops his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt. Licking his bottom lip, he glances off to the side and it makes Eddie's stomach swoop to see the way the seductive city lights warm the angles of his face. His gaze returns to her. "I'll sleep on the couch."

A laugh escapes her and she shakes her head. "I don't want you to sleep on the couch." Then she playfully lands her fists on his chest and bunches the fabric of his shirt. "Don't you see the problem?"

His lips fight a smile but one appears anyway and he looks down, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. He can't write off whatever that was in the backseat of the taxi as just an honest late night mistake.

"Do you want to sleep on the couch?" She asks.

He looks up at her and bites the inside of his cheek while he steals a moment before answering softly. "No."

With a deep breath, she pauses at his answer. That flicker she has for him is not going away and she doesn't know if it's from the disorienting alternate universe of her dream, or the way he's looking at her right now, but she wants more of that feeling she found in the back of that cab.

"You didn't kiss me just then like a guy who wants to sleep on the couch," she muses. "Just saying."

He exhales a soft laugh. "So let me ask you this. If it weren't for the gas leak thing, would you have invited me up once we got to your place?" Jamie wonders.

Eddie presses her lips together in thought and her head knows the truth. Hell yes she would have. She probably wouldn't have even asked him, she would have just dragged him. And the way he shamelessly grabbed her ass in that seat let her know he wouldn't have protested.

She glances away and clears her throat. "Let's just go, roomie." And she pinches his shirt and directs him toward the crosswalk.

He chuckles. "No comment?"

"Mm," she hums. "We're taking the subway, this time."


When they got off at Jamie's stop in Brooklyn, Eddie had insisted she run into a drug store on the corner to pick up a toothbrush for herself before they made their way to his brownstone.

"Make yourself at home," Jamie announces as he sets his keys in a little bowl at the kitchen counter and leads them inside.

"Don't take this the wrong way," she starts,"but if I don't get out of these clothes, it's going to gross me out."

He glances back at her with a boyish grin as he tugs off his hooded sweatshirt. "What's the wrong way to take it?"

She smirks at him as she crosses his living room and drapes her jacket over the back of an empty chair. "Like I'm begging to take my clothes off as soon as I get inside your apartment."

"I wouldn't stop you."

"Oh, yes you would, sport," she teases. "Alright, so… clothes? Have anything I could borrow? Did Tara leave her little PJ's here when you took her ass in like the good, awesome samaritan that you are?"

"I feel like when I'm a hundred, and on my death bed, you will be there still giving me shit for that."

She cackles a laugh toward the ceiling. "You can count on that, Reagan. Or if I die first, I will come back and haunt you just to make fun of you for it."

With a shake of his head, his brow slants as he passes by her on his way to the bedroom. "So jealous."

"I was jealous," she laughs. "Which I admitted. Funny how that works, that whole admitting it thing."

He stops and tilts his head. "You wanna get into this now?"

"I want to take a shower now," she pleads.

"Alright, alright." He goes to his dresser and she follows him in, waiting against the frame of his door to watch him produce a couple different articles of clothing. "My clothes will have to do," he tells her. "I don't have any girl stuff."

"Not even from your Jimmy Riordan heartbreaker days?"

He laughs softly. "Jimmy didn't let any girls spend the night."

"You sent them on their shameful way?" Eddie muses. "After the best three minutes of their lives?"

Jamie's mouth opens and an insulted draw of his brow makes her giggle. "Three minutes?" He shuts a dresser drawer and starts toward her like he's about to snatch her around the waist.

She jumps back to avert his attack and scampers off to the bathroom, calling out, "Okay, four minutes!" Over her shoulder and then shuts herself inside.

He goes for the door and twists the knob, quickly poking his head inside. "Don't underestimate what I could do with four minutes."

"Ooh, the possibilities," she swoons.

He leans in further, jokingly peering down as if he's witnessing anything scandalous. "I would spoil you for life,"

"Get out!" She cries amid her giggles, flattening her palm on his chest to push him backwards.

With a laugh, he shakes his head and closes the door once more.

She turns, exhaling heavily, attempting to tame the smile there on her face as she assesses his bathroom. She finds a clean towel on the shelf and decides whatever is in his shower is fine. There's nothing quite like the feeling, and smell, of wet jeans and all she wants is to get them off, get in the shower, and straighten her head out.

She lets the steam do its job, and eases her head back into the hot spray of the shower. Suds trail slick skin and she washes it all away, scrubs her face, and savors the moment of clarity that it brings her.

But it doesn't last long. She steps out of the shower, wraps herself in his fluffy towel and the reality of where she is, this entire day, still lingers over her. And now she was naked in his apartment and that certainly didn't quell any of these urges she had that wouldn't leave her alone.

She eases the door open and with some hesitation, steps out into the hall. She spots him out in the living room, leaning back on his couch watching TV while he waits.

He glances over when he hears her, then his head turns even more and he sits up. "I um-" And he points back to his bedroom.

She notices that telltale nervous swallow of his.

"I put some stuff on the bed," he tells her. "See if that works."

Eddie bounces a few times on the balls of her feet, then pads into his room. She studies the t-shirt and shorts folded there neatly and adjusts the towel around herself.

"I'm not wearing your underwear!" She calls out.

"They're just shorts!" He calls back.

"Mmkay, but if I'm not wearing underwear-" She smiles to herself at how quickly she hears him stand up and make his way over.

He stops in the doorway. "What do you mean you're not wearing underwear?"

Innocently, she lifts one shoulder and glances away. "Mine are all wet."

His gaze narrows accusingly and he just hums a little impatient note which makes her giggle. "From the rain," he supposes.

"Exactly." She blinks and tilts her head. "From the rain."

He huffs and passes in front of her to return to his dresser. "You kill me, Janko."

She smirks. "What else have you got?"

He pulls open a bottom drawer and produces a pair of navy blue gym shorts, holding them up for her approval.

"Gross."

He shakes his head, puts them back, and pulls out a pair of grey sweatpants.

She considers them for a moment, then takes them from him. "Those will work. Thank you."

"I'm going to take a shower myself," he tells her and slides the drawer closed.

"Mm-hm." She presses her lips together.

He glances back at her and backs into the bathroom, echoing, "Mm-hm," leaving her one of his glowing little looks, the heat there flickering back to life before he turns and closes the door behind him.