A/N: Was it something I said? Did? I'd emoticon sadly at everybody, but I was told emoticons are on the outs. Clearly, I want to stay in the good graces of society.

Anyway, I do apologize if the last three chapters were awful. I'm hoping that this one will go over well. And, please, don't make me beg for reviews. There's this whole deal I made with the devil about my begging – it's not a pretty sight.

Oh, and what's going to happen to Dr. Cameron in this chapter actually happened to my sister-in-law before she met my brother. Don't worry, she knows and is fine with it being used here.

Allison Cameron had a good night, despite her wholly unpleasant morning, afternoon and evening. Officer Kevin Breen was a good man and could easily hold an intellectual conversation – when she got him to speak, that is. He was intelligent, sweet, soft-spoken and actually quite funny. They stayed at the café until it closed, hoping that, in a rare moment of kindness, the staff would allow the two to stay all night, and well into the morning – it was, after all, a fantastic date. The lone staff member told them she couldn't allow that, though – it could probably get her fired. She needed the job. Besides, she had said, wasn't it better to take such a great date somewhere a bit more…comfortable?

And so they did. They got into Kevin's red Ford Explorer (not his usual car with red and blue flashing lights, like Allison had originally thought), and drove off to her apartment.

"So," Kevin began meekly as he pulled up alongside her complex. "Uh. See, no more cop cars, no reporters. Just your home."

Allison smiled, relieved that she could finally say she was home. She thought about Darcy, her adorable tabby kitten, and how worried she must be that Allison hadn't been able to see her at all during the day. She really did need to feed her, though the sweet thing was probably already curled up on her own pink and purple cat bed. "Yep, home sweet home." She couldn't think of anything else to say except, "Would you like to come up?"

Kevin blushed and stared at his steering wheel, examining the etchings of a horn and the word "Ford." "I, uh…I'm…you should…I don't know if it's such a good idea."

Allison was crestfallen. "Oh," she said dejectedly, not able to muster up much else.

Kevin grimaced. "It's not you – it's not. I mean, I would love to – I would. It's just…I can't."

Her brow crinkled with confusion. "You can't? Why…not?"

He continued to stare at his black steering wheel, as though he was determined to force it to move on its own. He didn't want to look at her. If he did, he knew he might lose whatever willpower he had left in him. "Allison, I can walk you to the elevator – heck, I'll walk you to your door. But I can't actually go through your door. I can just…admire it from an outside location."

She laughed softly, realizing that he was actually afraid of himself – to end their date with a true happy ending. "Kevin, you can just come up for a glass of wine."

Kevin shook his head sternly. "No. I can't drink. It's no good for me." He sighed in frustration. "Look, I'm sorry," he said, finally turning to face her. God, she's gorgeous. "I like you, Allison. A lot, actually. More than I thought I would. But my past, and even my present…they don't agree with me. Not right now." He looked away from her again.

She felt almost angry. "So, you're saying you can't have a relationship, I'm assuming. Why ask me out? Why spend all night with me in a 'quaint' little café, then?"

He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at her, studied her features. "I…I'm sorry. It's just that, well…you're wonderful. Sensational, really. I'd want nothing more than to go up with you to your apartment. Trust me. But I hope you can understand that I can't do that. Not right now. Not until…"

"Not until what? Until…?" And then it hit her. "Oh, god, are you…did you…you've never? Seriously," she asked him, eyes widening in shock.

He nodded, realizing that she understood what he was trying to tell her. "Yes. I'm sorry. But maybe, if you're willing, you know. We could try?"

Allison looked almost pained, though she was too shocked to really express anything else. "I – Kevin, I like you, too. I really did enjoy our date tonight. But, there are certain needs – urges that I can't ignore. I'm sorry." She looked at Kevin, sympathy emanating from her eyes and body.

Kevin nodded weakly, kissing her on the cheek, watching her slowly step out of his car, each movement graceful and elegant. She walked to the building's entrance, and turned to wave at him. A gentle breeze blew her hair around her, and she almost poetic. As he drove away, he knew he would never see such a beautiful sight again.

As Allison watched Kevin drive away, there was only one thing on her mind. "I can't believe I managed to find the only thirty year old man alive who has willingly chosen to wait until marriage. God, doesn't anyone want to have sex?" As she practically screamed the words, a familiar elderly couple strolled out of her building, looking at her peculiarly. She turned the shade of beets – maybe darker. Maybe it was crimson – she didn't know. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Rubenstein. Are you this evening?"

Mrs. Rubenstein looked none to pleased with the young doctor's outburst, but knew that she was just that – young and unknowing. "We're fine, dear, thank you. Just heading out for nightly stroll."

Allison checked her watch as they walked away. It was a little after midnight. What on earth were they doing walking around that late? She raised her eyebrows, yawned and decided she better get inside. She had been waiting for her apartment all day long, why further along any detachment? She knew she had earned the rest, the peace, and the joy she got from just walking into her home.

A/N: Short, yes, but that's what I wanted. I know the whole "man waiting for marriage" scenario seems unreal, but it actually did happen. In retrospect, my sister-in-law and I think it's a bit humorous. But I can only imagine that, while humor had its place in the situation, it was pretty unfunny when it happened. (Don't think I'm saying that male virgins are funny or anything – the situation in which the whole abstinence thing came up was funny. That's all. I don't want to offend anybody at all.)