Thanks for your reviews. I guess you need a bit more information on Jack. Jack Cross is a character played by Aaron Jeffery on The Strip, also a Channel Nine show, which was filmed and broadcasted last year. You can check Youtube to see clips. According to Aaron Jack is pretty much the opposite of Alex, but I don't entirely agree on that one. But Jack is a detective with his own bit of dramatic history. But most of all he's a gentle man, can be rough on the outside, but very soft on the inside ... and a hopelessly romantic. I guess the rest you will find out in my fic. I hope you will love this bit of cross over.


Chapter 29.

She nearly stumbled over the doorstep, when they left the pub. Causing an odd giggle to leave her mouth as Stevie tried to hold on to Russ, who apparently was in a more brighter state than she was. He laughed, pulling her along; 'maybe next time you shouldn't be all focused on managing to drink a beer down your throat all at once.'

'It's fun', she just stated like a school girl. Russ shook his head amused and wrapped his left arm tightly around her waist, so she wouldn't stumble over any more subtle objects.

She let herself easily lean against his side, now glancing up at him with a dreamy look; 'you're sweet'.

He couldn't help but grin to that comment, especially to the way she looked at him. Pretty big chance she wouldn't let him go any time soon, but at least he could try. 'I'm gonna bring you home, I tend to believe you will be having a hang over tomorrow.'

Stevie patted him on his chest; 'That's tomorrow, we're talking about tonight boy. I wanna go home with … you!'. She now nearly pierce her index finger into his chest.

'If you are that sure …', Russ started. She instantly had turned in front of him, holding him close.

'I'm that sure'. Stevie's hands guided up around his neck and her eyes looked flirtatiously at him. Russ wished he could be the gentle man, but she was persuasive and demanding in this way, very tempting. Her eyes studied him like he was a rare wonderful species, the palm of her hands slowly sinking down over his jaw, leading him close till she could close the gap between them and placed her lips over his.

Eagerly she forced herself more onto him, claiming more of his mouth, feelings his hands safely around her waist trying to push her back long with him to his nearby car. He figured he could easily drive that small bit around the corner to his place, even with a few beers sunken into his body.

Stevie made clearly she wanted a lot more, and when they broke apart she could see the clear grin on his lips. 'If you keeping going on like that, we're not gonna be at my home anytime soon', he told her, his bright eyes shining. She now bit her lip in a smile, a little apologetic, dragging her fingers out of his blonde hair, finally releasing him so they could get in the car.

***

Ben's eyes where scanning the pub, worried and hasty, feeling how Jaz tugged at his arm. 'Where is she, she wouldn't leave without saying good bye, would she?', he mumbled.

Jaz shook her head, still a little pleased by his protective ways, although she rather have them focused on her. 'So she left, she is okay with Russ, don't worry.' He sighed out, looking at her, and finding his heart console a little now he stared into her sweet eyes.

'Sorry', Ben let the back of his fingers gently linger down her pale cheek. 'I really had it all planned out for the night, and nothing seems to go like I wanted, I'm sorry.'

The McLeod gave him a curious and cheeky look; 'what did you exactly had planned Ben?'

'Oh just well …', he felt himself turn nervous within just a sec. Those gorgeous eyes, and that sweet smile, were always making his stomach turn into laps. Seeing a flash of Marcus pass, he instantly grabbed him at his shirt. ' Have you seen Stevie?', he asked again all hasty, staring at Marcus.

Marcus grinned; 'mate, relax, last time I saw her she left with Russ, and she seemed perfectly pleased with it.' He winked, seeing how Ben sighed again, letting his shoulders hung down a little as Jaz just wrapped her arms around his waist.

'Let's go home big guy'.

Amused Marcus made his way to Ingrid. 'Ben is so uptight when it comes to Stevie.' He came closer and leaned in to kiss Ingrid shortly on her cheek, giving her a new glass of soda.

'It's kinda cute, protective guys are cute!', a twinkle showed in her eyes, searching for his, to make clear she was talking about him. If there was anyone being a very protective guy, it surely was Marcus. 'And sexy, and just …', her smile shone widely as her eyes were holding that same flirtatious twinkle.

'And what?', Marcus slowly asked, as he wrapped his arms around her small waist.

'Mmm … not sure if this is the place to tell you all that', Ingrid grinned.