Thanks for all the amazing replies. To the Guest who wished we hadn't ended where we did, sorry but Goodform and I don't do NC-17. ;) Keep up the replies.

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Alexis rummaged through her purse while walking through the park. She wanted to call her dad to see how his and Kate's weekend was going. She needed something else to think about.

Realizing that she must have left her phone someplace during her guilt induced haze, she saw a random payphone and decided to see if it was still functional. She found a few quarters at the bottom of her purse and slipped them into the phone. She was surprised to hear a dial tone before she dialed.

It rang a few times before a very familiar voice that she last heard whispering into her ear about how good she felt said, "Hello?"

"Kevin?" she stated tentatively.

"Alexis, thank god," Kevin released a sigh of relief, "Where are you? I've been worried. You left without a word."

"Why do you have my phone?" Alexis asked nervously.

"You left it at the loft," he explained.

"I live at the loft, so eventually I would've come home to find it. You didn't have to take it."

"We need to talk," Kevin said.

"No, we don't," Alexis shook her head. "Just leave the phone at the front desk of the precinct. I'll pick it up on my way home."

"I'm not going to give you back your phone until we talk."

"Excuse me? Kevin, you cannot hold my phone hostage," Alexis frowned.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do until we talk," he insisted.

"What we did was a mistake," she responded, "We don't need to talk about how bad a mistake it was."

"We can't just pretend it never happened," Kevin told her.

"Why not? It's easy. We forget what happened and just avoid being alone together for the rest of our lives."

"Is it really going to be easy?"

"Yes, because we were stupid and impulsive."

"But we weren't drunk."

"I wish we would have been," she sighed, "Then we'd have an excuse."

"We need to talk," Kevin repeated quietly.

Alexis concentrated on the background noise coming through the phone for a moment and then gasped, "You're at work?"

"Yeah, but we aren't working a hot case right now. I can get free. Perhaps coffee?" he suggested.

"Where's Espo?"

"Talking to the captain at the moment," Kevin replied.

"Thank God," Alexis sighed. She hadn't even considered him being overheard until she realized that Kevin was somewhere with a lot of people, people who knew her dad. "Look, Kevin, we don't have to talk about this."

"Yeah, I think we do," he replied.

"We had sex. It was-"

"Amazing," he finished.

"Wrong," Alexis finished.

"Alexis, you're not getting your phone back until I get a face to face conversation," Kevin said firmly.

"Oh God. Fine," Alexis gritted out. "Do you know where my grandma's studio is?"

"Yeah," he confirmed, "I'll meet you there in twenty."

"Don't forget my phone," Alexis said sweetly.

"See you soon," Kevin responded before ending the call.

Alexis hung up the phone and went to grab a cab.

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Alexis looked up when the door to the auditorium opened.

Kevin held a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he made his way towards her. He had the cell phone tucked into it.

"An 'I'm sorry' would have sufficed," Alexis smiled in spite of herself.

"I wanted to make an entrance," he handed her the flowers with a sheepish grin.

"Thanks," Alexis took the flowers and plucked her cell phone out of them. "Did anyone besides me call?"

"Just your father," he shrugged as she laid the flowers aside, "I answered and confessed."

"You didn't!" she gasped.

Kevin started to laugh, "Gotcha."

"That is so not funny," she threw a pillow at him and then lay back on the stage to look at the ceiling.

Kevin sat down on the stage next to her, "I know we should be sorry about what we did, but I'm not."

"What about your wife? What about your daughter?" she asked.

"Lex, c'mon," Kevin shook his head. "For the past four months, you've been listening to me rant about the disintegration of my marriage. Do you really think Jenny entered my mind last night?"

"You're not that cold," Alexis shook her head.

"It's complicated," Kevin conceded, "But I'm not ready to give up on this...whatever this is. I think we owe it to ourselves to figure out exactly what this is."

"A onetime thing is what this is," Alexis shook her head.

"You're a lousy liar, Alexis Kathleen."

"Don't go pulling out my middle name," she snapped at him.

"Look at me," Kevin ordered softly.

She shook her head from side to side, refusing his request.

Kevin lay on his side and reached out, turning her face to his, "I'm not sorry, and I don't think you are either."

"I should be," she spoke softly, "I should be marching straight to your wife's door and begging for forgiveness on my hands and knees, but..."

Kevin smiled when she added the 'but'.

"You're right. I'm not sorry either," she admitted.

"I don't want this to be a onetime thing," he replied.

"Kevin," Alexis shook her head, "I admit that I'm not sorry, but we should not be fooling around behind everyone's back."

He leaned down and kissed her gently.

Alexis's rational mind wanted to pull away and slap him, but her emotional heart wanted to keep this moment bottled up inside her forever.

One of her hands wrapped around the wrist of his hand that was cupping her cheek while her other cupped the back of his head when the kiss deepened.

Kevin's free hand tangled in her hair when he pulled away to look her deep in the eyes.

"Oh my God," Alexis breathed shakily. "What are we doing?"

"Following our hearts," he replied.

Alexis sat up and brought Kevin with her. Climbing into his lap, she reached for the buttons of his shirt and one by one began opening them.

"Are you sure?" he smiled at her initiative.

"Yes," she nodded, "I'm sure."

"Good," he smiled before diving in for another kiss.