So here it is, the final chapter of Blondes & Brunettes. I was thinking of doing an epilogue, but I decided to do a sequel after my brain was telling me to write a snow/Christmas story for our favourite couple. I have three chapters typed up already so I could start submitting it next week, but then it may come to the point where I've updated all the chapters but still have some to write and you would have to wait. Let me know what you think is best.

As always, I don't own them. I only own six episodes on DVD and a freeview+ box to tape any reruns or new episodes on freeview. Also, beta'd by I think ur Superman.

…Marry Brunettes

Jackie suddenly pulled away from Robbie with a shocked look in her eyes. 'Did he just say what I thought he said?' she thought to herself as her hand absentmindedly rubbed her ear where Robbie had nibbled.

"What?" Jackie asked as she stared into Robbie's eyes. "You can't mean that. I mean, you're drunk and as you said, I'm your best friend. You're just transferring that to love."

"No, Jackie, can't you see?" Robbie demanded as he drew Jackie's face up so he could look in her eyes. "It's not just a case of transference here, Jacks. I do love you. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

"That's just pure shit, Robbie and you know it," Jackie retorted as she got up from the sofa to pace the length of the room. "If you've loved me for that long, why didn't you say something? You even let me get married, for crying out loud."

"Let you get married?" Robbie demanded as he too stood up. "What the hell do you think I was doing that day just hours before you said 'I do'? Wasting time until the guy showed his face. That was my way to try and convince you to give me a shot. I've always had trouble telling you how I really feel."

"Aye right, Robbie," Jackie dismissed as she headed into the kitchen to make Robbie a strong coffee since he was obviously more drunk than she originally thought. "When have you ever had trouble talking to the opposite sex? You're the epitome of suave. You're like the James Bond of Glasgow, minus the licence to kill."

Robbie just sat back down on the sofa and ran his fingers through his already dishevelled hair. He was scunnered as to what to do next. Jackie had always been his weak point, his Achilles heel if you may.

"Jackie, why won't you believe me?" Robbie whispered to himself. "I love you so much that it hurts when I see you with other guys."

"Honestly Robbie," Jackie called from the kitchen. "Do you ever do dishes or do you only do them when necessary? There's not a clean cup in the place."

Robbie heard water running and knew that Jackie's compulsion had lead her to washing his dirty dishes. That lead Robbie's mind to a very good plan that he was sure would convince Jackie of his love. Creeping into the kitchen, minding all the squeaky floorboards he put his plan into action.

Jackie shook her head as she looked at all the worktops in the kitchen as they were covered in dirty dishes, empty boxes from food and empty beer cans. She did try her hardest to only clean two cups, but her usual compulsion the minute she set foot in one of the messy rooms in Robbie's house took over.

Turning to the sink she called out to Robbie in the living room. "Honestly Robbie, do you ever do dishes or do you only do them when necessary?"

She just shook her head when there was no response since she thought Robbie had gone back to sleep.

Little did she know that Robbie was standing behind her leaning on the door frame smirking at her as she worked.

Once Robbie was sure that Jackie had become so engrossed in the task at hand, he slowly walked up to her and wrapped his arms around Jackie's waist. He smirked slightly as she jumped, but as Jackie settled down with a smile, Robbie laid his chin on her shoulder and smiled himself.

"I though you were asleep," Jackie muttered as she tried to ignore the feeling of Robbie's breath on her neck. "You didn't reply when I asked you about this lot."

"I was thinking," Robbie replied as he nuzzled her hair. "About how to convince you about my feelings. You can't deny that you feel the same way about me. I saw the look in your eyes on Friday night as I left you and Stuart at the club."

"Robbie…" Jackie began as she turned her head slightly so she could see Robbie's face a bit more clearly.

But she never got to finish her sentence since Robbie claimed her lips with his. He kissed her like it was going out of fashion and Jackie was loath to break it, but she knew she had to.

"Robbie, I believe you," Jackie said as she broke the kiss. "And it wasn't just the kiss that convinced me. While I've been standing here, I've been thinking through what you said to me and I believe you. I know how upset I get when you come in talking about whatever girl you take home. Stuart sometimes says we argue like an old married couple, and I know it can be true sometimes. Life with you in it is never boring and I don't want to ever experience life without you. I love you, too, Robbie."

With Jackie's speech over, Robbie turned her round in his arms, not caring if he got his shirt wet from Jackie's hands. Gazing into Jackie's eyes, Robbie laid his forehead against Jackie's and smiled. "I love you so bloody much, Jacks," he whispered lovingly. "I just want to take you upstairs and make love to you all day and never leave this house."

Jackie giggled slightly at that comment and pressed a chaste kiss to Robbie's lips. "I wish we could too, Robs," she replied in a similar whisper. "But I'm afraid we have work. The boss sent me over to get you in the first place. So go upstairs and get ready while I make you a coffee to help sober you up."

"Will you join me?"

"No! Now go and get ready, I don't want the whole of the station talking about us. Stuart and the boss will be talking enough."

Robbie just pressed another quick kiss to Jackie's lips and went upstairs to get dressed in his usual suit and deliberately left his top two buttons open and his tie untied. When he reappeared downstairs, Jackie just shook her head as he picked up all he needed and stuck them in his pockets, then took the travel mug from Jackie.

"Thanks, Jacks," Robbie said with a smile as he let her out the door first. "You're a doll." Jackie just shook her head and made her way over to the car and got in the driver's seat.

Jackie and Robbie arrived at the station and received strange looks from everyone, especially Stuart and Burke. Jackie tried to shake it off and sat down at her desk. Robbie, however, wouldn't leave it alone.

"What's wrong Stuarty, boss?" Robbie asked as he sat down on the edge of Jackie's desk slightly closer to her than usual. "Did something happen while I was out of the office?"

Stuart just looked at how close his two best friends were sitting together and how they had to touch the other so often, or the 'sneaky' glances that they shot each other when they thought no one was looking, then let out a small laugh.

"I guess it's true what they say, boss," Stuart said through a smirk. "Gentlemen prefer blondes, but marry brunettes."

Jackie and Robbie just looked at each other and in tandem, flew at Stuart chasing him out the office.

THE END

Let me know what you think. If anyone is wondering what caused Robbie's change in attitude in one night, it will be explained in the sequel. Look out for more from me within the next few weeks.

Laura xx.