Time for chapter three. Ready to go? No seriously, that's the name of the chapter. Again don't own don't sue. Summary: Nige and Syd go to dinner, she takes a tour of his apartment and other stuff goes on. Another bad summary sorry. This chapter would have been up sooner but I kinda sorta start writing a fic for the Walker series show. It already had seven full chapters written. I want this to be up before it gets finished. I officially do not have enough time. Anyways, on to the story.

Chapter two: Ready to Go?

Nigel had been waiting anxiously for her in the living room and hoped that the whole time she hadn't changed her mind. He wanted this night to be perfect. She entered the room. His gaze fell upon her in an instant. She was radiant he thought. He walked over to her smiling, never taking his eyes off of her, he held her jacket for her to put on. Finally, after unhooking his jaw from the open mode, he managed a comment. "Sydney, wow! What can I say! Wow!"

"You like it?" she mumbled.

"You bet. You look so...so wonderful. Wow! How did I ever get so lucky?" he asked rhetorically.

"Thank you." she said happy with her impression. He had seen her dressed up before, but only when they were just friends and it was for some other reason. This time she was dressed up for him, no body else. "Ready to go?" he asked leading her out to the car.

They arrived right on time at the restaurant. Sydney knew how hard it was to get in and wondered how he had managed. They were seated promptly. Their food came right away and both enjoyed every bite. They were now sipping their glasses of wine. Nigel had just taken a sip when he caught the words of the song that was playing. Softly he asked Sydney to dance while the song played on.

I know what I want to say. Can I get it through to you now in some other way... like there was this woman and there was this man. There was this moment they had a chance to hold on to what they had. How could they be so in love and still never see. Now nothing could be sadder than this woman and this man.

The song played on while Nigel tightly embraced Sydney. They slow danced to the end of the song. There was one line that stuck with Nigel. 'For all we've got to lose there's so much to gain. It we come this far and leave it behind. There's only you and me to blame.' Little did he know, that line was sticking with her, too. Though the music had stopped, they were still dancing. Both were smiling wider than either had seen the other do in a long time. They kept dancing , and soon people were watching them. Another song came on, faster and more up tempo. The words of the song hit Sydney, hard.

Don't care, what they think. How they feel, or what they say. You're everything I never knew, I always wanted, baby... The only one for me is you.

Nigel wasn't paying attention to the words. He was feeling the beat. He began to spin Sydney. No one knew what the dance was, but it closely resembled the Tango. Sydney surprised at first, quickly got into the beat and fell into rhythm with every step Nigel took. She didn't know the dance, but kept up with him quite well. The music faded into a slow song. They were applauded for their skill, took a bow, and continued dancing to the next song.

Surprised, Sydney quickly asked, "Nigel, how can you dance like that? The doctor said take it slow."

"Sydney, one thing I've learned from working with you is that I heal faster than I thought. My chest hasn't been hurting for a couple days." He looked down, now realizing that her hand was resting where he had been shot. "I'm fine. Let's just relax. Dance the next song and head home." he proposed smiling at her. She nodded her agreement. This song hit both of them so hard, they were both forced to think of the path they were on, and their feelings.

Have you ever been in love? You could touch the moonlight. When your heart is shooting stars. You're holding heaven in you arms. Have you ever been in love?

Slowly swaying to the beat, Sydney rested her head on his shoulder. She wondered if she had ever really been in love, or if this...this was the first?

Have you ever said a prayer. And found that it was answered. All my hope has been restored. I ain't looking any more. Have you ever been...

Nigel was wondering, the last lines of the last verse had asked the questions that secretly he wanted to ask.

Some place that you ain't leavin'. Somewhere you gonna stay. When you finally found the meanin'. Have you ever felt this way?

Nigel found truth in this song. The line 'when you fine it don't let go' sparked an idea. The song ended, he leaned in and closed the distance between them. It was the warmest kiss either had felt. When it broke, Nigel whispered, "let's go home." They grabbed their coats, he paid the check, and left; never knowing that the whole time the last song was played everyone was watching every move they made.

It was almost ten before they got home. Nigel hung up their coats as Sydney changed out of her dress into a night gown. Nigel kicked off his shoes and laid his jacket coat on the coffee table, and sat down on the couch. Sydney reappeared and sat in front of him on the couch. She hadn't seen the wound for a couple of days and decided to open his shirt. She got it undone halfway down and softly rubbed over the small, circular scar.

Her fingers were soft and warm. He took her hand and kissed the palm. He rested his hand on her chin and pulled her close. Slowly they kissed again. This time when it broke, she laid her head on his chest, whispered, "I love you" and fell asleep.

"I love you, too." he repeated.

The next week went by, and soon it was time when Nigel no longer had to stay with Syd. But there was a problem. Nigel didn't want to leave! Sydney didn't want him to leave either! They had both gotten so accustomed to waking up beside each other, and spending long weekends laying around the apartment. Most everyone knew that Nigel had been staying with Sydney for about a month, but no one knew that every night both fell asleep in the others arms. They had spent the last evening discussing the matter of him leaving. Though they hated it, they agreed that it would appear best for work, especially if anyone found out, if he left. They had packed his things and had them laid out ready to take to his place the next evening.

That evening had come. Nigel and Sydney loaded her car with his things and left for his apartment. When they arrived, they were greeted by a few of his neighbors, who asked how he was doing. They carried in his things and he offered her to stay and have a cup of coffee. She accepted, and while he was getting the coffee made she took a tour of his apartment. She saw the wall in his room where the board full of recent newspaper clippings hung. 'In his room. He never said it was in his room.' she thought remembering he had told her about the clippings.

"The older ones are in this book." he said shocking her by reaching in and turning on the lights.

"Nigel," she nearly screamed, "you scared me. I didn't mean to go snooping..."

"Please. Feel free. I want you to be just at home here as you made me feel." He spoke so light and lovingly. He grabbed a large scrapbook like binder out of his shelf. He sat down and patted the bed next to him for her to sit down. So she did. He opened the binder revealing clippings of all sizes varying on different topics; but all dealing with Sydney.

"These were right before we started working together." he explained. "I wanted to see what I was getting myself into."

The evening ran on. They had finished their coffee and had looked through every clipping Nigel owned. Though she hated it, she had to get home. When she expressed this, both became sad again. He walked her to her car, she gave him a hug, and started to get in when Nigel pulled her back out, took her into his arms, and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her small frame. "If you need anything, if you get the tiniest bit lonely...my door's always open."

She tried not to cry when she broke his embrace. She got into the car, and drove away before she could change her mind. She got about three miles down the road, when the fast song that they had danced to came on and she began to cry. She made it home around eight and finished her paperwork by nine-thirty. She ate a small snack just before ten and spent about an hour working out and took another half hour showering.

Meanwhile, Nigel was having just as much trouble trying to pass away the time. He wondered how he ever found anything to do before when he didn't sleep. Now he just couldn't. The past month spent at Sydney's, he had gotten the best sleep he had ever needed. The only thing different no was Sydney wasn't there. He went into his room and changed into his sweats. He went back into the living room where his weights and bench press was set up, and began to workout. His doctor said that he could as long as he took it easy.

Back at Syd's, she had just finished in the shower and was trying to read a book. It was almost eleven-thirty now and she couldn't contain herself. It felt so empty without Nigel. He had told her that if she started to feel lonely to come back. Well, she had started feeling lonely the instant his arms weren't around her. She made up he mind. She was going to let her heart tell her what to do.

Chapter 4 coming eventually