Rae gains some unwanted attention in this chapter. In my copy of this story I typed those parts in a different font. However, I can't seem to download that, so I have put the day in bold in front of each part of the story that refers to this. I hope this is clear. If not feel free to e-mail me. Thanks. 1st Tuesday

Rae woke up slowly; she floated in and out of a light sleep a couple of times before she really worked out that she was awake. She looked over, but Jesse was already up and out of the room. She wandered into the living area and saw him sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

"Hey, ready for your fifteen minutes of fame, Detective? Even if they didn't mention BBQ Bob's!" He held the paper up and she could see herself grinning inanely out from the page.

"Oh, great! Why couldn't some minor celebrity have chosen yesterday to slap her boyfriend or something, then they would've missed me out altogether. Here, let's have a look, so I know what I'll be in for when I get to work." Rae picked up the paper and saw herself again.

"You look really happy, I think it's a great photo. I'm going to cut it out and put it on the refrigerator."

Rae stuck her tongue out at him and looked at the picture again. "I was smiling because you just came in the room, if you remember. So it's your fault that I look like a brainless idiot!"

Jesse put his hand over hers on the paper and sighed. "Why do you have such a low opinion of yourself? It's a great picture, you look beautiful in it, and the whole of L.A. will fall in love with you. Good job I did it first!"

Rae smiled at him. "Thank you. Oh, look at this headline! I didn't actually say that did I? The Chief is gonna think that I'm trying to get myself fired!" She started to read the article out loud.

'British Detective Thinks LA is Violent City. Prefers Peaceful London!

By Sarah Hutchins

Picture Phil Levington

"Detective Inspector Reagan Yeager is a thirty six year old policewoman from Scotland Yard, England. She has been seconded to the LAPD for twelve months to work with Lieutenant Steve Sloan while his normal partner Detective Cheryl Banks does the Inspector's job in London.

The Detective has already been in the thick of things here, working on a child abuse case, which resulted in her being seriously injured by the person later charged with the crimes. Maybe that's why Ms. Yeager feels that our fair city is far more violent than London and why she didn't think it safe to bring her three children with her.

Ms. Yeager has said that she hopes she will help to increase the successful liaison between two of the best police forces in the world.

The Detective also wants to sample some of our wonderful beaches here, and to continue to explore the differences in our languages and cultures. Maybe her new boyfriend Dr. Jesse Travis will be able to help her with that.

We wish Detective Inspector Yeager all the best while she is in our city. We hope that she takes home only happy memories of the City of Angels.

"Shhh, come here and stop worrying." He turned to her and kissed her gently on the lips. He moved closer as Rae's arms went round him and her tongue moved against his. They kissed passionately and Jesse felt Rae's hands entangle in his hair. He moaned. "Rae, I have to get to work, we can't do this now."

"Steve!" Rae drew back, "I'd forgotten for a moment. I'll just have a quick shower and then we can go." She ran back into the other room and Jesse followed her.

"Rae, wait up." He put his hand on her shoulder, "How did you sleep last night? It seemed quiet to me."

"I slept fine, thank you. In fact, I thought I might've had a problem considering what happened yesterday, but I don't think I even dreamt at all." Jesse looked down at the floor. "Jesse, what is it, do you have something you need to say to me?"

Jesse nodded his head. " I, ah, put a sedative in your meal last night. I wanted you to get a decent night's sleep."

Rae took a step backwards; she had a shocked expression on her face. She took a deep breath and Jesse could see that she was collecting her thoughts. "Jesse, I appreciate why you did that, and I'm grateful for the sleep, but don't ever do that again without telling me first, OK? Otherwise how can I trust you?"

"I'm sorry, Rae, I really did do it for the best of reasons." Jesse looked at her and Rae remembered the face through the glass at Community General when Mark wouldn't examine her with him in the room.

"Oh, no, you don't, not the puppy dog eyes. You think I'll capitulate don't you? Jesse, I hate the idea of being sedated, and not to know about it, that's even worse." She shuddered. "You, of all people, should know how dangerous it could be. I'm sorry, Jess, but the more I think about it; the less I like it." Rae went into the shower without another word.

By the time Rae and Jesse arrived at the door to Steve's room, just over an hour later, having travelled in, in silence, he was up, dressed and impatiently waiting to be released. Rae sat down in the chair outside the door and waited as her partner had done a couple of weeks previously when it had been her with the concussion. After ten minutes the door opened and Jesse and Steve came out together. Rae realised with a sinking feeling that Steve was carrying a daily paper, but decided to ignore it.

"Well, here she is, the most famous cop in L.A., and waiting just for me!" Steve was rewarded for his sarcasm by Rae sticking her tongue out at him. He had a feeling that she would feel like doing that a lot today.

"Hi, Steve, how are you feeling this morning?" She stood up and put her hand over his. Rae's voice was a little tight, and Steve almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

"Not too bad thank you. Let's go down and see Amanda as we're here and find out what she's got for us on Ethan Norville."

Amanda smiled up at her two friends as they entered the room. "Hi, Steve, are you feeling better?" Amanda saw him nod his head and then she turned to Rae, "I guess you've seen the paper this morning right?"

"Oh, no, not you as well! I think I'll go home and stay in bed until today's paper has become tomorrow's cat litter liner."

"CJ and Dion have a copy each and they're taking it for show and tell today!" Amanda looked at Rae's horrified expression and took pity on her. "Right, Mr. Norville, or what's left of him. I don't really have much more to tell you than what you know already. He was shot at point blank range, with a .44 magnum probably, which is why his brains are no longer a part of him. As I said, nothing of note under his nails, he'd eaten about three to four hours before he was killed, which would be consistent with his line of work. Just breakfast cereal and coffee. I've ordered a full tox screen and bloods. They won't be back until tomorrow though I'm afraid." She paused.

"Anything else, what about the bullet?"

"That was sent over to ballistics from the scene, it was in the wall. They let me know what type of gun they thought it was an hour ago, and it ties in with my findings."

"What about the murder of Kelly Brown? Are there any consistencies?"

"Sorry, Rae, Kelly who?"

"Kelly Brown, a prostitute, she was murdered, um, I'm not sure of the exact date off the top of my head, but know it happened before I arrived here. She was related to Norville, which is why we're on the case instead of Detective Campbell."

"If you let me know the dates, I'll pull the file for you. Something from that far back would have been filed away by now."

"Amanda, what can you tell me about the … the guy that I shot?"

"Oh, Duncan Myer, thirty two year old Caucasian male. Nothing much, it was cut and dried. He took one bullet to the chest and was killed instantly."

"He didn't suffer?"

"No." Amanda's eyes showed concern, but Rae couldn't talk about it any more. She turned away.

Steve's phone started to ring and he took it from his pocket and checked the number. "It's the station, I think that's the Chief's private line." Rae reached over and turned his phone off. "Rae, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, but he phoned me last night at Jesse's.  I was pretty rattled and I didn't follow the proper procedure. I didn't call in from the hospital to let him know how you were, and I've yet to file my report on the shooting."

"Rae! Tell me you're kidding, come on we'd better get into the station and try and sort this out. Amanda, I'll talk to you later." With that Steve strode out of the morgue and Rae followed behind him. She'd got fed up with him racing off without her when they'd first met, but now, she wished that the ground could swallow her up so that she couldn't catch him up and face the music. For goodness sake, girl, you've never been a coward. You screwed up, face it, get over it and get on! She increased her pace and caught up with Steve as the elevator arrived.

As the arrived in the parking lot Steve turned to Rae. "Oh, I've just had a thought, I don't have a car, do I? So I guess we both have to travel in Tom." Rae could tell that he was not impressed with the situation, and she knew what she was about to say would make the matter worse.

"My car's at the precinct. I'll go up and see if I can borrow Jesse's." She headed back to the elevator before her partner could say anything, and returned a couple of minutes later with the keys in her hand. "Jesse is going to get Amanda to run him to the station later and pick up his keys and the car." Steve was silent, she didn't know if he was angrier about the car or her, so she got quietly in and started the engine.

Neither of them spoke until they were back in the squad room and getting ready to face the Chief and his wrath. Steve towered over her as she sat at her desk. His voice was slightly raised, "OK, what gives, Detective? If I can't trust you to follow procedure, on something that's basic training, how can I trust you when the going gets tough?"

"Hey, Rae, saw your picture in the paper, pretty cute!" a voice cut across what Steve was saying.

"Can it, Campbell, or I'll stuff the page down your throat." Rae was blazing now. She'd needed someone to bark at and he got it, full pelt.

Steve turned and opened the door to the interrogation room. "In here, Detective Inspector Yeager, right now!" Rae followed him into the room. Her eyes were flashing danger signs. Steve had never seen her in this mood before, and he was having trouble working out what had caused it, however, he was in no mood himself to put up with her attitude. His head hurt and he could really do without seeing his boss right now.

The door to the room opened again quietly. As they were both facing away from it neither of them saw the Chief enter as Steve began to talk. "Right, before we go into see the Chief, I would like to know what the hell you were thinking yesterday? OK, so you didn't phone him, we can get around that, but not to at least report in that you were involved in a shooting. What's the matter with you, Detective? Don't you have to do it this way in peaceful London?"

Rae's hands were in tight fists. She brought one down hard on the table. "No, Lieutenant, I've never had to do that in peaceful London, because until last night I'd never shot anybody before. That man is dead because of me!"

Suddenly all the fight went out of her. "Oh, God, Sir, I'm sorry. I shot that guy because I knew you were in danger. Then I had to watch while you were frogmarched out of the flat, down the corridor and attacked in the car park, I shot at the car, but I missed." All the carefully learnt American terms for things disappeared as she tried to get her point across. "Then when I got to the hospital and heard that the guy had died, I don't know, I guess I went into a kind of shock. Jesse took me straight home, and unbeknownst to me, he put a sedative in my dinner, so that I would sleep well. By the time the Chief phoned me, it had started to work. Sir, I'm sorry. Please… help me to put this right. I don't want to let you down again."

Rae sank down in the chair behind the table and put her head in her hands. As Steve moved over to put a hand on her shoulder he saw the Chief out of the corner of his eye. The Chief put his finger to his lips and left the room. As he did so he raised his other hand and held up five fingers. Steve nodded his understanding and crouched down by his partner.

"Detective, look at me." Rae turned her eyes to face him and was surprised to see that his face was not angry, but etched with concern. "You didn't let me down, in fact you probably saved my life in there last night. There was no way that you could have gotten to me before that guy struck me, and it's not easy to hit a moving target, trust me, I've been trying to do it for years." He smiled and then paused, "You may not want to do this, but why don't you book an appointment to see Dr. Dobson again?" He put his arm around Rae's shoulder, and she rested her head on his chest. She felt safe there, they stayed quietly together for a couple of minutes and then Steve moved slightly.

"I think we'd better go and face the Chief, together, come on." They both got up and moved out of the room. They could see the Chief sitting quietly in his office. Steve picked up a cup of coffee and Rae grabbed a cup of hot water. She put a tea bag in it from her purse and then knocked on her boss' door.

"Come." The voice was not unwelcoming, and Rae took a deep breath and turned the handle.

"Detective, Lieutenant, won't you sit down? How are you feeling this morning?"

The Chief looked over at Steve, who unconsciously ran his hand through his hair and said, "Not too bad, Sir, a slight headache, but nothing that will cause a problem."

"Good, good. Now, Detective, I think we need to have a talk about protocol, procedure and the differences between London and L.A. don't you? Lieutenant, you can return to your desk now."

Steve went to speak but the Chief held up his hand. "That was not open for discussion."  Steve left the room; he hoped that Rae would be all right. The Chief was a fair man. As long as Rae had regained her temper, he was sure that she would be fine.

"OK, Detective, what do you have to say for yourself? And it had better be good."

Rae, who had no idea the Chief had already heard everything she had to say, started to go through her story again. She was an honest person, it would never occur to her not to tell something as it was, and so the whole tale came out once more. At the end of it she hung her head. She had nothing left to say, or give, and had no idea what the Chief's reaction would be.

"You've had a baptism of fire in our city, haven't you, Reagan?"

Rae looked up; it was the first time that the Chief had called her anything but by her rank or her full title. She was out of words now, and so, she just nodded.

"I want you to go back to your desk and write your report out. The ballistics report should be back any time now. When you've got all the relevant information, I want you to phone Doctor Bentley and get her to fax over her autopsy report. You can then collate the complete package and leave it on my desk. Once you've done that I want you to put your coat on, arrange to meet with your doctor friend, and not come back in here until tomorrow. When you arrive in the morning I want to see the policewoman who was described in her C.V., sent over from Scotland Yard, as, and I quote, 'extremely hard working, conscientious and cool under pressure, with an eye for detail, who has an excellent clear up rate on her cases.' You are dismissed, Detective."

Rae stood, picked up her cup and left the office; she had no idea what to say so she decided that nothing was probably the best bet. She sat at her desk and finished her drink, then she pulled a pad towards her and started to make some notes on it. Steve looked across at her and watched her work for a minute. Then he came over to her.

"Rae, I'm going to go and see if we can break the code and find out what's on those CD's. I'll let you know when I come back up."

"Steve, Sir, the Chief gave me the rest of the day off, once I've finished this. I'm going to go over and see Jesse and book an appointment to see Dr. Dobson at the same time."

"OK, if you're not here when I get back I'll see you at about eleven tomorrow then." He walked away, and Rae saw Detective Campbell coming across the room. She stood up and met him by the coffee machine.

"Detective, I owe you an apology, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, you just said the wrong thing at the wrong time." She held her hand out to the young man, and he took it gratefully.

"That's OK, Detective, we all have bad days."

Rae returned to her desk, and before she started writing again, she gave Jesse a ring.

"Dr. Travis… Hey, sweetheart, how's it going? … I'll be finishing in about an hour, I'll be over for my car then and, I'll meet you at home … Oh, OK, I'll check for you in reception on the fifth floor. Bye."

Jesse shook his head. He was a little concerned that Rae felt that she needed to see Dr. Dobson again so soon, but it had been a crazy month since she had arrived here. He walked back towards the ER and looked forward to spending the rest of the afternoon with her. Hopefully they could sort out this morning's problem.

As Rae left the station an hour later she heard a sound behind her, as she looked back she got the impression of someone turning a corner and out of sight, she gave it no more thought and headed for Tom. She'd finished her report exactly as the Chief had requested. Now the rest of the day was hers, and she needed it to regroup so that she could face tomorrow as the organised and efficient person she usually tried to be.

Tuesday I watched as Rae, whose beautiful smiling face had been in the paper, came out of the police station and headed for her car, a red beetle, and she smiled as she got in it. I guess she likes that car. My car isn't as nice as hers, but it does me. I followed behind her as she made her way to Community General Hospital, I don't know why she was going there, probably to meet with her boyfriend, but I wanted to see what she did with her days, so I just stayed out of sight and enjoyed watching her.

Rae saw Jesse talking to the Receptionist on floor five as she got out of the elevator. Another person had travelled up with her, but he'd had his head in the newspaper. Rae'd kept her back to him for the entire journey, in case he was reading the page she was on.

"Hey, sweetie, are you ok?" Jesse came over and placed a gentle kiss on Rae's lips, and she ran her hand down the side of his face.

"Yeah, I'll fill you in later, ok?" She turned to the nurse at the desk. "Hi, I'm Detective Reagan Yeager, is Dr. Dobson in today, or can I book an appointment to see him?"

"He's fully booked today, but I can arrange something with him tomorrow if you'd like." Rae took a piece of paper out of her pocket.

"I had my diary stolen yesterday, but I've taken a note of my shifts. I don't have to be in until eleven tomorrow, could I see him before that do you think?"

The nurse checked the book, "He has an appointment at eight thirty would that suit you?" Rae nodded and saw her name being written into the book. She turned back to Jesse and smiled at him.

"Are you finished now? Can we head out of here?"

Jesse nodded his head and took her hand. "Sure thing. You know after I pick up my car I think we'd better head for the supermarket, unless you do want to have breakfast cereal for dinner tonight!"

The nurse behind the desk smiled at them, and they headed for the elevator. The man was still reading his paper, and they took no notice of him. The nurse looked over at him and raised an enquiring eyebrow. "Can I help you, Sir?"

He shook his head and pressed the elevator button.

Tuesday I saw her with her boyfriend. The doctor, I've seen him at the station. She's going to be in the hospital just before eight thirty tomorrow, I had my little camera with me; I want to get some pictures of her to go with the one in the paper.

Jesse had parked the car. He turned to Rae. "Honey, I'm so sorry about what I did. It was only because I love you, Rae. I would never hurt you."

"I know, Jess. Let's let it go, ok? There was no harm done. Just don't ever do it again."

"I won't, I promise."

Jesse was pushing the trolley cart while Rae looked at all the things on the shelves. So far they'd got bread, milk and washing powder. Not exactly the ingredients for a meal fit for a king, but neither of them seemed to know what they wanted for dinner. Rae suddenly smiled. "I tell you what, I'll cook you a lasagne, would you like that? I'm a Cancerian, I like to cook."

"Ok, that would be good, let's go and find the ingredients we need for that." Slowly the trolley cart filled up with items. Once they had made up their minds what they wanted for their evening meal other things just seemed to follow. They appeared to like different things. Jesse wanted orange juice, Rae wanted cranberry. Jesse bought expensive coffee, Rae herbal tea bags. She put some mineral water into the trolley and headed off to get the yoghurt drink that she had in the mornings. Jesse pulled a face. "Oh, yuk, you don't actually like that stuff do you?"

"Yes, I used to have it every morning in England, right, I think I've got everything, how about you?"

Jesse looked at the trolley, "Nope, I can't think of anything else. I guess we'd better go and pay for this."

"Ah, Jesse, can you pay for all of it, until I get my replacement cards? I'll pay you back for half of this, I promise."

"Rae, it's not a problem, ok? I'm happy to pay for it, but if you really want you can just pay next time." He smiled across at her; he liked her honesty and her sense of fairness. It was refreshing in such a cynical world.

Three quarters of an hour later Rae was putting the stuff away in the cupboards and the refrigerator while Jesse was chatting with his next-door neighbour. She could hear them talking animatedly in the hallway and she smiled to herself. Jesse always sounded so enthusiastic about everything; she just loved to be with him.

He came back into the room a grin spread from ear to ear. "Hey, did you do anything about finding somewhere to live yet?"

"No, why, do you want me to leave?" Rae wasn't sure why he was asking her, so she decided to take the worst option.

"No! No! But I was just talking to Miss Diego from next door and she's moving out to get married and go live with her new husband. Her apartment will be empty from this weekend."

The smile on Jesse's face spread to Rae's. "Oh, Jess, that would be perfect! Who would I have to see about taking over the lease?"

"Probably her, she's a lawyer!"

Rae thought about the advantages of living next door to Jesse as she started to prepare the tea. She loved making lasagne, as long as the white sauce didn't go lumpy. She was normally okay with sauces and this time she was extra careful. As she grated the cheese onto the top, she thought to herself that she had done a pretty good job. She opened the oven door, felt the heat hit her in the face and then placed the dish on the middle shelf.

"It'll be about forty-five minutes, is that ok?"

Jesse was sitting at the table, reading a medical journal. He looked up. "It'll be fine. Listen, why don't we go next door so that you can look around and see what you think. We'll also need to know what furniture you'll have to buy. These are unfurnished rentals."

"Yeah, I thought they would be. Still that's not a problem, it'll be fun to go and do some shopping together, don't you think?"

"Oh, great, I just love shopping! You did notice the sarcasm there right?"

Rae smiled at him and waited by the door while he got up and put his magazine back in the rack. Then they left the room and went next door.

"Oh, hi, Miss Diego, would you mind if my girlfriend took a look at your apartment? I was right, she would like to move here if she has the chance."

The apartment was the mirror of Jesse's; it was painted white and was crammed from wall to wall with ornaments, rosaries, crucifixes and a seemingly endless supply of little elephants!

"I won't be able to leave anything I'm afraid. Jesse, he told me that you are here for a year, wouldn't it be cheaper if you just moved in with him?"

Rae blushed and smiled, "Yes, it probably would be, but I think it's a bit early for that. Besides I want my independence. This would be great; if we could get everything sorted out easily, I would be happy to move in as soon as you have moved out. Jesse tells me that you're a lawyer, so could I leave it to you to get the paperwork drawn up? I know you're busy with your wedding coming up, but at least this would be off your mind then."

"I know I'm moving out as soon as I can, but it's a month until my wedding. I'll be pleased to have the papers drawn up, then we can sign them and you can have the keys by the end of the week. I hope you'll be as happy here as I've been, at least you know you'll have no trouble from your neighbor! As this is the last apartment on this block Jesse's home is the only one you're joined to." Miss Diego held her hand out to Rae and she shook it.

"Thank you, Miss Diego, I hope that your new life is happy for you also." Jesse and Rae talked for a while with their soon to be ex-neighbour until Rae suddenly heard a beeping sound. "Oh, our dinner's ready, I can hear the buzzer going. Excuse me." She left Jesse to make his goodbyes and went back into his kitchen. The smell was wonderful; she opened the oven door and was greeted by a golden bubbling dinner, which looked just as she had planned it. She dished up two platefuls and then put them back into the oven. She set the table, got a beer and a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, put them next to the placemats, and waited for Jesse to return.

She didn't have to wait for long, and soon they were chatting and eating their evening meal and Rae felt some of the tension of the day finally leave her. She looked over at Jesse as he ate the last mouthful of his meal and put his cutlery down. "Oh, wow, you can cook that again any time you like, it was wonderful. Is there any more?"

"There is, but if you don't eat it now, we can have it tomorrow with a salad and jacket potatoes."

"Ok, does the fact that you cooked mean that I have to wash up?"

"No, we'll do it together. Come on, it won't take long, we don't have to do the big dish so it's only these plates, the saucepan and the frying pan, it'll be over in five minutes."

Rae was true to her word, and soon they were snuggled up together on the sofa. Jesse turned to Rae and began to slowly kiss her lips. She responded to him and felt his tongue go deep into her mouth. She began to undo her jeans and then his, Jesse moved his hands down and pushed them off his body and Rae did the same, they parted just long enough to remove their tops and then they were kissing each other again. "Mmm, Jesse, there isn't really enough room here,"

"I want to do this to you here, Rae, not on the bed," he pulled her towards him once again, and then he gently slid them off the sofa onto the floor. Rae could feel his hardness against her and his lips as they moved up and kissed her eyelids. She moaned as he licked and played with the skin behind her ear and then she felt his fingers moving gently down in between her legs and into her warm and welcoming wet hole.

"Ooh, Jesse, you know how much I love that, do it some more, please," her voice was soft and seductive, it made Jesse pull her even closer to him. He ran his other hand over one of her breasts and played with the area around the nipple without ever touching it. Soon she was squirming under his touch. He moved his fingers faster inside her until she was lifting her body up towards him and he could feel her muscles tightening around him. He pulled himself gently free and began to play with the actual nipples on her breasts. He saw her arch her back and her moans got louder and stronger. "Oh, Jesse, now, I need you now."

Jesse's voice was deep and throaty. "We'll have to change places, Rae, you get on top of me this time." He moved away from her and she got up off the floor, he lay down and held his arms out to her. She positioned herself over him and he heard her gasp as she took his hard length into her body. For the first time, it was Rae who was in control, and she moved gently at first, but slowly the rhythm got faster and stronger and he felt himself building up to a climax. "Oh, God, Rae, keep it going, don't stop, that's wonderful," he couldn't say anything more. He tried to keep his body going with her and suddenly he knew that he was about to explode, "Now, Rae, now!" He felt her body tighten around him and moments after he had shot all he had into her, he felt her juices on him.

Her face and body were glistening as she gently moved and lay down on the floor next to him. She turned and kissed him hungrily once more; she put her hand through the hair at the back of his head and wrapped one of her legs around his. After a minute or so she pulled away from him, and he could see tears in her eyes. "Rae, honey, what's wrong, I didn't hurt you did I?" Jesse sat up, the passion and excitement forgotten. She shook her head, got up, turned from him and headed for the bedroom.

Jesse was getting very concerned about her; her emotions seemed to be on a roller coaster. Five minutes ago she'd been in the throes of passion, and now she was in the other room on her own, seemingly unable to tell him what the matter was. He went into the room and saw her sitting, naked, on the side of the bed. He sat next to her and waited for her to speak.

She turned to look at him and he saw a pair of sad and troubled eyes. "I'm sorry, Jesse, I'm having trouble getting my feelings sorted out at the moment. That's why I want to go see Dr. Dobson. I've had the kind of month that would try the patience of a saint, and heaven knows, I'm no saint. I just need to talk to somebody who doesn't care about me the way you or Steve does. I'm not trying to shut you out, I just don't understand it all myself yet. When I do, I promise you'll be the first person I share it with."

Jesse took her hand in his. "Rae, you know I'm here for you no matter what, we weathered the last storm together, we'll just take each day as it comes. You have come to a violent city, joined a department that deals with the most brutal of crimes and you expect to come through it all with a smile on your face. Well life isn't like that. You go and see Dr. Dobson, if and when you're ready to share it, I'll be here ready to listen. Is that ok?"

"It's more than I could hope for, I love you, Jesse Travis, with every piece of me."

"Well, on that happy note, I think it's time for the ER doctor and the most famous cop in L.A. to call it a day!" Rae stuck her tongue out at him, and slid into bed. Jesse lay beside her and looked over at her. "Hey, you didn't poison the dinner to get me back for the sedative, did you?"

"No more than I usually do! Goodnight, Doctor."

"Goodnight, Detective." They kissed each other gently on the lips and snuggled up together. Jesse smiled to himself; he had a feeling he was going to like it when he knew she was only the other side of the wall. He shut his eyes and soon they both drifted off to the land of their dreams.