Disclaimer: This doesn´t belong to me, ´cause if it had, "Pacific Blue" would still be airing. I do only own the story and the character Miss Evans.

Author´s Note: Thank to all who reviewed so far, as for Bobby telling Chris instead of Russ, I just thought that Russ probably would make a joke or something about it.

Author´s Note 2: As for ending where I do; I don´t think I´m capable of describing a love-scene in a good way, and if I would try it would just come out cheesy and you all would say "Huh? What the hell is that girl doing?" So...

Author´s Note 3: I don´t get this. For once I thought I had been able to make a long chapter for a PB fic. Turns out this chapter is shorter than the other two...Oh well...

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What Rain Brings

Bobby was walking up to her house. God, what was he supposed to say? "Hey, remember me? I drove you home last night and you forgot your scarf in my car." Oh well, he wouldn´t have anything better to say anyway, so... He knocked on her door, and it was soon opened.

"Can I help...Oh sorry, you´re the one who drove me home last night, right?"

"In fact, yes. You forgot your scarf in my car." He gave her a black scarf.

"Oh thank you." Then she looked at him more closely and tried to hide a laughter.

"What?"

"I´m sorry, it´s just that you look like a drowned rat." she explained. "Not literally though." she added, and winked to him. He didn´t know what to say to that, so he just stood there. "Do you want to come in, or do you just like standing in the rain?" A smile played on her lips. He replied with a smile and went in.

"You´ve got a nice place. Looks even more bigger from the inside."

"Really? Hm, I´ve never thought about it like that. Maybe you´re right." she replied, looking around as if trying to see if he was right. Then she looked at Bobby again and looked at him for a while until she spoke again. "Now it appears that it is you who drips down something of my belongings."

Looking down, Bobby realized she was right. "Well, I guess I have to pay back for what you did to my car."

"Hmm....sounds fair." She headed for the bathroom and was soon back with a towel. "Here" she tossed it to Bobby. "By the way, do you want something to eat? I´ve got plenty of food in the fri-"

"No, no, that isn´t necessary." Bobby cut off. He had managed to get as dry as he could using a towel, but he was still pretty wet. "By the way, why did you let me drive you home? Well, even though you should trust people...me in particular...I don´t get why you would let a complete stranger drive you home in the middle of the night."

"Well, you said you were a cop, the badge didn´t look fake and I was soaked."

"Really? That´s all?"

She paused for a while before answering "Yeah."

"Hmm...doesn´t sound that very clever to me." He realized what he had said the second after he said it. Why are you making a complete jackass out of yourself? Now he just hoped that she wouldn´t kick him out the door.

"Oh, so you´re saying that walking up to someone´s house in the middle of practically a monsoon without an umbrella is clever then?"

He walked closer to her. "Hmm, I guess not. We´re even." He walked even closer to her. "You´re sure you didn´t jump into the car because of something else?"

"And what´s that supposed to mean?" she said, not being able to hide the trace of a smile. "That I jumped in because of your cute little dimples?"

"You like my dimples?"

"I never said that." Then she saw his growing smile. "I didn´t!"

"No, but you said they were cute." At this remark she looked down to the floor and muttered something about "men and their way of leading nice people into traps".

Bobby took the opportunity to go walk even closer, now so close that they were just inches apart. She lifted her head and looked at him. "Lost something?" She didn´t have time to say anything more, as Bobby´s lips hit hers and he pulled her close to him while the kiss grew more intense. At first she tried to pull away, but gave up and wrapped her arms around him. Instead he was the one to pull away. She frowned but didn´t say anything.

"Before anything happens, I would like to know your name."

"My name? But you know what my na-"

"No no, I want your first name. I only got Miss Evans."

"But why do you want my first name?"

"Two reasons. One; I´m curious, and two; then I know you´re not some criminal on the loose."

She raised both eyebrows, but looked pretty amused. "You think I´m a criminal on the loose? Wait, don´t answer that. Oh well....Deborah."

"Deborah?"

"Yes, Deborah. What´s wrong with that?"

"Nothing." And with that he captured her lips again, and they headed for their way to the bedroom...