A/N: I am back! Sorry for not updating for a month, but mom and I had a trip and I ended up being pretty busy a few days before traveling. And then, then I had a few problems with school (I still have a problem with school) and need to get things solved. I'll try to post everyday or at least make sure I update whenever I have free time.

I'm glad I came back, though, and I'm really glad to be posting again.

AU where Duke's the grumpy Chief of Police and Jennifer's the tiny journalist who works at the Herald and loves antagonize him. Duke's an ass and doesn't know when a lady is hitting on him. Prompted by DeliriousMess.

The tourist season was coming to an end and the closer it got, the easier it was to notice who was a newcomer and who simply was one of the many tourists Haven got every year during summer.

Jennifer Mason was one the newcomers that Duke could easily mistake by one of the tourists (the way she got all excited as soon as she heard Haven had such a thing as founder's day festival was enough to prove it) and that wasn't exactly his fault– Haven wasn't one of those places people chose to settle down and have a quiet and peaceful life. Haven was a touristic town more than anything else, and the only ones who were born and raised there and never had the guts to leave.

And even the ones who had the guts to leave came back at some point. Be it because they missed their families or because they got tired of the whole big city routine.

It wasn't like Duke didn't like Jennifer, but saying he was fond of her certainly would be a lie. He just couldn't decide which situation fit him better. When they tried hard enough to get along, she was almost easy to talk to and the fact she was very smart (possibly the smartest person he has ever met, not that he'd ever tell Jennifer that), never went unnoticed by Duke. She was kind of nice on the eyes, too.

And as those thoughts crossed his mind, Jennifer walked into his office and as much as the company wasn't unappreciated (he spent the whole morning stuck at that office because of paperwork), he couldn't help but scowl at the sudden visit. Jennifer noticed that and she was amused.

"Loosen up a little, would you? That's no way to talk to the person who brought you lunch. Free lunch." Jennifer said as she sat on Duke's desk, surprised she only earned a furrowed brow from him (maybe he finally became tired of telling her that his desk was no seat), and placing his lunch in front of him.

"There's no such thing as free stuff and specially not from you–" Duke dropped the pen he was using to do his paperwork and started fussing over the food to see what she got him: cheeseburger, soda and fries. There was a donut there for dessert, too, and that was cute and very much like her, "– what do you want for all of this?"

There was a pause there as Jennifer chewed the inside of her cheek and tried to figure what to say.

"Well, y'see, not much." And there it was, Duke thought, and for a moment he actually believed she bought him lunch just for sake of a possible friendship in the future, but then again, she was a reporter and if Duke learned something with reporters through the years, is that they never did anything for free. Everything was for the sake of some story, "The guy who was killed at the marina yesterday? The one who was stabbed? Wondering if you have more information about that– I'm following the story for the Herald."

"It's an ongoing investigation; you already know everything you're supposed to know. Write whatever you need to write based on that." Duke grabbed and handful of fries and shoved as much as possible inside his mouth and Jennifer couldn't help herself but snort at the sight. She had the straw in her hands and part of the wrapper was gone, and she was aiming what was left straight at his nose– she blew it and jackpot! It went straight to his nose and Jennifer was trying really, really hard to choke up the laughter but she ended up giving in anyways.

Jennifer was cackling, actually. Tears in her eyes and all and the shocked look Duke was giving her just made everything worse. After taking a better look, she couldn't decide which one fit him better– offended or shocked but she was enjoying what was going on.

"Aw Chief, you're no fun." Jennifer said when she finally stopped laughing, because his expression remained the same and he hadn't said anything.

"Leave my office." And when he finally opened his mouth to say something, was to kick her out of his office. Seriously? It was her turn to look offended. It was a joke. A silly and stupid joke but still a joke.

"Sometimes I swear you're a hundred years old. You should act more your age." She hadn't moved from her seat but the way he was glaring at her said it all. She sighed before standing up and making her way to the door, "Alright, I'm leaving. But, before I go, we should have dinner. Together. This evening. At my place, probably."

"Leave. Now."