There is no excuse. No excuse, for taking so long to update. Trust me, it's not something I don't already know.

But life, is life. And life has a habit of running away from you sometimes. Whether it's work, or fun, or family, or friends. Or whether you simply can't be bothered. It runs away from you.

Anyway, I will dedicate this chapter to aussiebabe290 and quonoeye who review always. Thanks guys.

Rachel had been back at work for about a week now. It had felt a little weird going back after what felt like such a huge gap, but her colleagues had been very welcoming. A week in, Rachel had completely slotted herself back in, re-finding her feet in her job. Exactly a week since she had been back, whilst Rachel had been giggling and rolling her eyes at Libby and George's antics, she received a phone call.

"Are you guys alright?" Rachel had answered the phone, registering the caller ID and instantly wanting to make sure nothing was wrong. She couldn't help it!

From where they were standing, barely a few inches from Rachel's side, Libby and George looked on concerned, before Libby shook her head with a roll of her eyes. Rachel, who had seen the look, broke her concentration from the phone call for a matter of seconds, throwing the closest thing she could find at Libby; today's newspaper.

"Everything's fine Rach," came Jake's voice through the phone with a chuckle. "Seriously, that was ages ago now!"

"Shut up. I can't help it," admitted Rachel.

"Things must be getting serious then if you worry that much," Jake replied. Rachel paused for a moment, considering her thoughts.

"I guess they are," said Rachel, nodding to herself slowly as she spoke.

"Is that a bad thing?" asked Jake. It seemed he had picked up the slight hesitation.

"No. No it's not," Rachel decided.

"Well that's a relief. Anyway, I was just wondering what time your lunch break is so we could go and get lunch," said Jake.

"Lunch? Oh, I'm leaving in an hour to have lunch with Libby," started Rachel. As much as she wanted to agree to have lunch with him, she couldn't blow off her friend.

"Which has just been cancelled," announced Libby as she glided past Rachel's desk again. Rachel looked up and smiled at her friend's back, who had continued through to the coffee break room.

"Well, it appears my date just cancelled. You want to meet in an hour?" asked Rachel.

"I'll meet you at your work."

"It's okay. I can meet you, or come and get you..." Rachel started.

"Bye Rachel!" Jake interrupted, cutting off the connection before she could say anymore. Rachel simply smiled and put the phone down.

"So what did he say? Where is this hot date?" Libby sprung up from the edge of the desk. "Come on, tells me all the details."

"I, quite honestly, have no idea," said Rachel slowly, pondering that very same thought herself. Jake, her man of mystery.

12.30pm, Rachel's work

Not a minute later than promised, Jake waltzed into the office area as if he knew the place like the back of his hand.

"You ready?" he asked Rachel with a smile, leaning on the wall against her desk, startling the blonde who hadn't seen his approach.

"Jeez, scare a girl why don't you?" was Rachel's reply as she swivelled in her chair. "And yes, I'm ready."

"Great, then let's get out of here," said Jake, swooping over the edge of the wall to grab Rachel's bag for her before she could.

"What's gotten into you?" questioned Rachel as she watched him curiously. "And where are we 'getting out of here' to?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," replied Jake, a triumphant smile across his face as they began walking out of the building.

"You never said it was a surprise," tried Rachel.

"But I never said it wasn't," retorted Jake. "Now be quiet."

12.45pm, Carpark overlooking water

As he pulled on the hand break, Jake couldn't help but groan slightly, a fact that didn't go un-noticed by Rachel.

"Are you sure you are alright to drive?" she asked in a worried tone. "You know wha..."

"Rach, I'm fine, alright? Just relax," Jake cut her off, before jumping out of the car. Rachel sat their shocked for a moment, before going to reach for the door handle, only for the door to come flying open, apparently of its own accord anyway.

Until Rachel saw Jake holding the door open for her that is.

"A gentleman," said Rachel as she stepped out of the car.

"Always," replied Jake slowly, as he stood behind her and turned her shoulders slightly. "Now, what do you see?"

Taking a glance around, the view was fairly simple. A grassed area directly in front of the car, with a winding pathway through the middle of it. The water stretched out for miles in front of that, a bridge off in the near distance. A few park benches were situated at various spots around the area. It was a beautiful sight.

"I, uh, see water. And grass?" replied Rachel in an unsure voice.

"Not so much the scenery, more about the significance of the scenery," prompted Jake, gripping her shoulders and peering over them slightly to catch a glimpse of her face.

And then she understood.

"The fish and chips." And to which, Jake smiled.

"Yep, the fish and chips."

And there they were, half an hour later, tucking away at the paper-wrapped fish and chips. A traditional food to eat with your fingers. Jake and Rachel were spread out on a picnic rug, the paper of chips and fish spread out between them, both propped up on one elbow.

"This is beautiful you know," Rachel said, looking over towards Jake.

"I just wanted to have a nice, complicated-free lunch with you," replied Jake with the shrug of his shoulders. He picked up a chip and popped it in his mouth.

"Us? Complicated-free? I think you and I are the king and queen of complicated," Rachel said with a snort.

"Yeah, true," laughed Jake. "But what can go wrong with fish and chips?" Rachel smiled and leaned back to look up at the sky.

"Look, it's a donkey," piped up Rachel a moment later, as Jake was watching her. Jake raised his head upwards, to where Rachel was pointing at a spot in the sky.

"A donkey? Where the hell can you see a donkey?"

"In between the pot plant and the... We'll call that a pizza," replied Rachel, pointing with more energy so he could see it. Jake smiled at her, one more time, before he too lay back to look at the clouds.

"Nup, sorry Rach. You must have a vivid imagination as I'm just not seeing the donkey. But that one," he points upwards, "Looks like a giant beer can."

"You think I'm the one with the imagination?" retorted Rachel.

"We couldn't have lunch without an argument of some sort," pointed out Jake with a laugh.

"It's banter; it brings spark to a relationship. Besides, if we didn't banter, we wouldn't be us," replied Rachel. She turned her head to look at Jake, as she picked up his hand. Feeling her eyes on the side of his head, Jake turned too before replying.

"Exactly."

So there we have it. The area and fish and chips I was referring to was that date Rachel and Jake had where they were eating off the back of his ute. Sometime towards the beginning of Season 2 I believe.

A dud, filler chapter because my brain can't think of anything else. Just a useless pile of fluff. But hey, it's the best we could get it!

Anyway, I know it's been so long, and I completely understand if you have given up on this story (I would have at this rate) but I would love a review. Pretty please?

Emma x x