Elisa called the floral shop listed on the envelope. It was a different one than the first, but had the same story.

Big envelope, filled with cash, pre-filled card and delivery instructions.

Elisa hung up the phone and felt drained. She looked at her wall clock, and grimaced. She'd already worked a full shift, and was tired. If she went to bed now, she could grab a couple of hours of sleep before going to have a talk with Jason.

When she got up, she found that there was a message from Tony. Three more deliveries had come, and he was holding them at the desk if she would like to come and take a look at them. He was going to go off shift soon, but he would alert

Elisa groaned.

This had to stop.

Wearily, Elisa got up and got dressed.

She would go down and check out the cards, but was certain they would all be alike.

It was time to talk to Jason.

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The next day, once Liam had gone to his pre-school for the afternoon classes, Elisa made her way to the hospital.

She found Jason working with a young girl between a set of parallel bars.

"Just a few more steps," he coaxed. "Get to the other end, and I'll get you a Snickers bar from the vending machine."

The girl grit her teeth, and moved her legs in a shuffling motion that made Elisa realize that she was having to re-learn how to walk.

Finally, painfully, the girl made it to the other end where she was caught by a physical therapist and helped back into a wheelchair. Clearly exhausted from the effort, the girl beamed at Jason. "I did it," She crowed.

"You did," Jason gave her a high five. "And every time from here on, it'll get easier."

"And I get a Snickers," She said. She held out her hand, "Gimmie."

Jason laughed, and produced the promised candy bar from the bag attached to the arm of his chair. "This is a one-time thing," He said sternly. "From here on, you're going to do it because you want to walk again, not because of bribery."

The girl just grinned at him. "Okay."

"Alright," The therapist said. "That's enough for one day, Cherry. Let's go back to your room and let you rest a bit before lunch."

Cherry didn't seem to mind now that she had the promised candy bar in hand.

Before Elisa could get his attention, a familiar voice called out. "Jason! Look!"

Jason wheeled over to where Chris, the boy from the first day was once more doing arm strengthening exercises.

Jason did some quick readjustments to how Chris was moving, and generally cheered him on.

It took a few minutes, but finally Chris looked up and spotted her.

"Hey, good lookin'," He called to her and winked. "I knew you couldn't stay away."

Elisa couldn't help herself. She laughed.

Jason turned and looked puzzled. "Elisa. I wasn't expecting you today."

"Yeah," Elisa said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her red coat. "About that."

"Oh, man…" Chris groaned. "Don't tell me that you guys are… you know… a thing?"

"Definitely not a thing," Elisa said.

"Pay no attention to young Don Juan, here," Jason said.

"I'm sorry to interrupt...again… but," Elisa motioned towards the doors, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure," Jason said, following close behind her.

Elisa walked into the hallway and waited for the automatic doors to close.

Jason frowned, concerned, "Elisa, what..."

"Jason," Elisa plunged in, "I don't know if I gave you the wrong idea, the other day, but whatever you're doing has got to stop."

Jason froze in place, a blank expression on his face. "Elisa," He began slowly, "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

"The flowers," Elisa insisted. "The cards."

"I have not sent you anything," Jason said calmly. "I don't even know where you live."

It was Elisa's turn to pause. "Wait. How can you not know?"

Jason shrugged. "I arranged for my lawyer to handle everything. If I had no knowledge of where it was, I had plausible deniability on the off chance people questioned me about it."

Elisa took a deep breath. "You honestly don't know about the flowers?"

Jason shook his head. "No."

"Damn," She said, rubbing her hands over her face. "Now I'm embarrassed. I am so sorry."

"You have been getting unknown deliveries?" He asked, frowning at her. "What made you think they were from me?"

"They started the morning after Matt and I went to the YMCA." Elisa crossed her arms, and forced herself to start thinking clearly. "The first one came to the station."

"I'm sure that went over well," Jason said sarcastically. "Even I know better than to send a female officer flowers at a police station."

Elisa rolled her eyes. "It went about as well as you can imagine."

"You said that was the first?" Jason prodded. "There was a card?"

"Yeah," Elisa said. "Thankfully my building has some amazing security, and none of the delivery guys were allowed past the desk, but…"

"But someone has your building address," Jason concluded. "Do you have any of the cards with you?"

Elisa reached inside her coat to the inner pocket and withdrew the cards.

Jason took them and frowned. "Well, I can see why you thought these were from me," He read each note. He looked over the envelopes as well. "I assume that you've already called the flower shops."

"First thing," Elisa admitted. "The one that came to the station was from a 24 hour floral shop. Someone left an envelope with cash and instructions in an envelope, and taped it to their door. One of the employees spotted it around midnight and took it inside. They filled the order, but have no idea who sent it."

"Security footage?" He asked.

"None," Elisa said, frustration tinging her words. "Same with the others. All cash filled envelopes, all left at floral shops and no one has seen who's doing it."

Jason rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "What about other nearby businesses? Surely someone got security footage."

"I haven't gotten that far, yet," Elisa admitted. "I was so sure it was you because of the J signature. Sorry."

"No, I understand," He said derisively. "I didn't exactly leave you with the best impression before doing time in prison."

Elisa shook her head. "Now I guess I need to so some more detective work to figure this out."

Jason frowned at her. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked.

"No," Elisa said, shaking her head. "I'll look into it later tonight." She sighed, "For now, I think I need a little more sleep before I have to go to work tonight."

Jason nodded, handing her back the cards. "If I can be any help…"

"I'll let you know," Elisa said, replacing the cards in her coat pocket. "Sorry for jumping to conclusions."

"It's not a problem," Jason said, seriously. "For the record, though, if you weren't married, I might have."

"I'm going to pretend that you didn't say that," Elisa said with a smile, "But thanks."

"Well," He said, feeling a little at a loss for words. "For what it's worth, the kids really liked you and Matt playing basketball with them the other night. They've asked if you could both come again."

"We enjoyed it, too," Elisa said. "We'll try to make it again soon."

She gave him a little wave and turned to walk away back down the hallway.

Jason frowned at her retreating back. She may not want the help, but he was going to do his best to help her out.

He returned to the Therapy room, and resumed working with Chris.

"Aww, man," He said, disappointed. "I was hoping you'd bring that fox back in."

"Leave her alone, man," Jason said in mock anger. "She's too old for you."

"Age aint nothin' but a number," Chris said with a grin.

"She's seeing someone," Jason said, hoping that would stop the young man's banter. While it had started off amusing, just this moment, it was grating on him.

Chris's face fell. "Man… Is it you?"

"Back on the hand bikes," Jason said, not answering him while trying to get Chris back on track.

He retrieved the single floral card that he'd managed to palm from the stack that she'd handed him, and stared at it. He recognized the name of the shop. It wasn't far from the hospital.

Maybe he'd run by there after work and see what was going on.