A/N: Apologies for the very long delay. Thought I'd better post something to let you know that I'm still here... I hope you are too. Not a very long chapter but I'm hoping to have another ready in the next couple of days. Meanwhile, enjoy!

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The few days they'd spent in the hotel being waited on hand-and-foot, had been wonderful and a welcome relief after the stresses and excitement of the wedding and then they'd shared a week at home before Sue had returned to New York to officially hand over her case-load and thankfully her assistant, to her successor and vacate her apartment. The single flash of memory Jack had experienced remained but like many others, unable to put it into context, he'd pushed it temporarily to the back of his mind to concentrate on the future. There had been one very odd moment while they'd been together though and he found that it still bothered him even now...

They'd been rearranging his belongings to create much-needed space and decided that for the time being, it would be easier if she used the spare room for her clothes. Something had been stuck on the top of the wardrobe, right at the back which he hadn't been able to reach and she'd walked in from the shower, in search of her hairdryer, to find him about to climb onto the wicker hamper to give himself more height. She'd scolded him for being reckless and insisted on doing it in case he slipped and injured himself again but as she'd stretched up on tiptoe, she'd lost her balance, teetering precariously as she fought against falling. Instinctively, he'd grabbed hold of her at the waist to steady her, his body reacting to her warmth immediately but instead of going with it as he normally would, he'd felt guilty, embarrassed and a little ashamed and when she'd looked down at him, he'd let her go and hastily backed away to put more distance between them.

"Jack?"

"Mmm..?"

"You want to take this so I can get down?" She offered him a dusty shoebox.

"What?"

"Take this for me, please?" Sue frowned, noticing his flushed face and obvious discomfort.

"Sorry," stepping forward, he put it to one side before reaching to help her down.

"Your hands are shaking."

"They are..?" At a loss to explain, he smiled softly covering his confusion with a witty remark. "You see the effect you have on me? One touch and I go to pieces."

"Really..?" She wheedled, hoping for more.

"Really…" Pulling her closer, he held her for a few seconds and then his lips sought hers, the kiss growing more and more passionate as his hands roamed restlessly up and down her back.

"I'm still damp."

"I know. I can feel it."

"Maybe I should…" She tried unsuccessfully to disentangle herself from his grasp.

"I have a better idea."

"And what's that?"

Taking her hand he led her towards the bathroom.

"I've just had a shower, remember?"

"Yes but I think you might have missed a few spots."

"You do?"

"…Definitely." Undoing the belt of her pale blue robe, he'd slipped his hands inside and flipped it off her shoulders allowing it to pool unheeded onto the carpet…

Hastily refocusing his thoughts, he turned his attention back to the task at hand and brought up the web browser on the laptop Sue had left for him. He was pretty sure he had to have one of his own somewhere but, as yet, hadn't managed to locate it. Connecting to his bank, he stared at the screen totally perplexed as another unanticipated problem reared its head when he realised that he could remember his account number but not his password and when he clicked on the help button, he was asked for the answer to his secret question, which he couldn't recall either. Frustrated, he carried it into the lounge, setting it down on the coffee table and dialling the suggested landline number. He went through the rigmarole of pressing this number or that in the hopes of reaching another human being and when he did the first things they wanted to know were… his password and the answer to his secret question.

He tried to explain the situation as best he could but while they passed him from one person to another, all of whom appeared sympathetic to his plight, no one was actually prepared to help him. They'd mentioned something about having to cancel all his cards once before and that the best thing he could do was come in person to discuss it with the manager and make sure he brought some form of identification.

Sighing, he put down the receiver, leaned back and closed his eyes wishing that he could start the day all over again or better still, go back to bed and wake up tomorrow but he needed to get his finances sorted and see how much money he had left after his enforced lay-off and of course, arrange a joint account. Then there was the lease on the apartment etc. etc. He picked up the phone again and hit one of the speed-dial numbers. Two more days… Just two more days and maybe, if he was really lucky…

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Later that evening, he was back on the couch waiting for the ping to let him know that Sue was online and when it came he felt the trials of the day begin to melt away as he looked at her face on the screen.

"Hi…" He smiled wearily.

"Hi, yourself… You look tired."

"I am, a little. Good day?"

She signed a so-so. "I spent most of it trying to change my name on bank cards, ID cards and the rest. I had no idea just how many there were."

"I know the feeling."

"You didn't have to change your name," she teased.

"No, just my status with work, the bank and the apartment management and I still have to sort out the beneficiaries of my insurance, my next-of-kin…"

"That doesn't sound too difficult."

"Not for you, maybe,"

"Excuse me?"

"You wouldn't have had the added complication of not being able to remember your passwords or trick questions."

"Didn't you write them down when you got them?"

"Probably…"

"Then I don't understand the problem."

"I said, I'd probably written them down... I didn't say I knew where." He sighed miserably, running his fingers through his hair and earning himself a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry. Did you get it all sorted?"

"Only the bank... I had to call Bobby to give me a ride and vouch for my honesty but even then, they insisted on calling D for corroboration. Something about my computer being hacked and my cards maxed out."

"Oh, of course…"

"You knew about that?"

"Yes." She decided not to go into detail about his informant's death or anything else that had happened that day. "Someone hacked your computer to get information on a case and they helped themselves to all your personal details at the same time."

Jack's eyes widened in alarm, "You mean I shouldn't be doing all this stuff online?"

"It's okay now. Tara put one of her firewalls on all our home computers and laptops including that one. I don't think anyone could break through that."

"Thank God…" he blew out a relieved breath.

They chatted for a while longer but he could barely keep his eyes open.

"You should go to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

He let out another unhappy sigh. "I know but I don't want to say 'goodbye'."

Sue shook her head. "Then I suppose I'll have to do it… again."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too but, hopefully, it'll only be a couple more weeks and I'll be back to stay."

"Promise..?"

"You know I can't do that."

"I know." Reaching out, he traced the outline of her cheek on the screen but it was cold to the touch, leaving him feeling dejected and a little disconsolate. "Take care of yourself, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too. Good night."

"Good night."

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