Jake wiped the sweat from his face as he strained to hear knocking on his front door. He shrugged it off and continued working on his kitchen floor. He stopped when he heard a knocking once again. He wiped his hands on his jeans and made his way towards the front door.

He decided on taking a few more sick days to work on his house. He also couldn't face Donovan knowing he slept with his wife.

"Wife," Jake muttered, stumbling over some tools.

He couldn't get the vision of Donovan with his arm around Mia, smiling from ear to ear, introducing her as his wife. Everyone looked at Donovan with shock. Jake wasn't sure how he got out of the house with anyone seeing him or hearing him. He stumbled into Donovan's coffee table, which left a nasty bruise on his leg.

He knew it wouldn't be Alex or Donovan at his door. Neither of them knew he bought the house and he knew Father Michael wouldn't say anything to them. He wanted to show off his house when it was finished, no matter how long it took.

Jake didn't know what to say when he opened the door and saw his unexpected guest.

"Hi, Jake," Mia quietly said.

"Mia," Jake replied, surprised that she was at his doorstep.

"Can I come in?" she asked. Jake noticed she was holding his helmet that he left.

Mia walked into the living room after Jake waved her in. She was a little nervous about Jake's reaction to seeing her. After seeing him at Frank's house and then him not returning her phone calls, she knew something was up. "I think we need to talk. I saw you at Frank's over the weekend and you left rather suddenly."

"We do," Jake replied, leaning against the wall. He needed to stay away from Mia, away from temptation. "We need to talk. I know the truth Mia. I can't do this any more, Mia."

"The truth? Can't do what?" she asked.

"Us." Jake replied, closing his eyes, trying to get the strength to break it off. "Donovan's more than my boss, he's my friend. I can't hurt him like this."

"I, I see," Mia stuttered, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. She thought she had something special with Jake.

"Ssh, don't cry." Jake whispered, pulling Mia into a comforting embrace. Ending things with Mia was killing him. He fell fast and hard for her. Life was cruel for having him fall in love with his friend's wife. "Don't cry."

Jake lifted her face up and looked into Mia's eyes. The pain there tore at his heart. He wiped away the tears with his thumb. "I'm going to hell," Jake muttered, pulling Mia into his bedroom.

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Jake lay in his bed, looking at a sleeping Mia. The guilt started to eat at him once again. He couldn't live like this.

"What's the matter?" Mia sleepily asked, laying her head on Jake's chest.

"I have to tell Donovan about us." Jake stated.

"Ok." Mia replied, "When?"

"As soon as possible," Jake replied, getting out of his bed, "I have too much respect for Donovan to keep this from him."

"Can it wait until I get off work?" Mia asked, looking at her watch. "I get off patrol at nine. We'll see him then?"

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Jake sat out in his car and looked at the building. Never in his life has he been this scared of anything. He jumped when he heard pounding on his window.

"They know you're out here." Monica drawled, attempting to open the car door. "Video monitors, remember?"

Jake got out of the car and walked into the warehouse with Monica. He couldn't wait for Mia to get off work to tell Donovan. He's never had guilt like this in his life. He just hoped he could tell Donovan away from his gun and any dangerous items.

"Jake," Donovan bellowed, from his office, "where the hell have you been?"

"Jake, I'd run if I were you," Monica muttered, "Donovan didn't buy you were sick."

"Jake, I want to talk to you in my office. Now!" Donovan ordered.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked. She's seen Jake look bad before, but he looks like he's about to lose his best friend.

"I'll be fine," Jake sighed, heading the stairs, "I hope."

All morning Jake was trying to think of the best way to tell Donovan about his affair with Mia. It wasn't going to be easy and someone was going to get hurt. Most likely me, Jake thought to himself.



"Jake, I think we need to talk," Donovan stated, standing behind Jake.

"Talk about what?" Jake asked nervously.

"Is everything okay?" Donovan asked, "I don't buy you being sick these past few days. You left suddenly from my house. I know you've been seeing someone. What's going on? I'm here if you need to talk."

"It's about who I'm seeing," Jake started to explain, "I've found something's out about her and.."

"Donovan!" Cody yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "Captain Markham, line one. He's says it's real important."

"Find out what he wants," Donovan bellowed. He wanted to get to the bottom of Jake's trouble ASAP.

"There was a bank robbery on Lake Street," Cody yelled up.

"Tell him to call the main number," Donovan yelled back, "we don't have anything to do with that."

"It was a hostage," Cody started to yell back.

"They have their own," Donovan started to say.

"Two cops were caught inside the bank. Mia was one of them." Cody yelled. "She's at Stroger's."

"Mia?" Jake whispered.

"Tell him I'm on my way," Donovan replied, reaching for his weapon. "We'll finish his later, Jake."

"Donovan," Jake protested.

"Later!" Donovan replied running down the stairs.