After their breathing had returned to normal, they just looked at each other, giggling like a couple of teenagers with a case of puppy love. Jack curled up beside her and snuggled up close, making a low growling noise in her ear. "Not a bad performance for an old man, eh detective?" He kissed her temple. "Not bad at all, counselor. You were amazing." She bit her lower lip as she looked at him and played with his chest hair. He kissed her good night, lovingly wrapping his arms around her as they drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, very early, the doorbell rang as they were sleeping. It was Lieutenant Van Buren, with two of her detectives in tow. Shiela was careful to slide out of bed so as not to wake Jack, threw on her robe and went downstairs to answer the door. "Anita, hi." "Hi, Shiela. I heard you were back." "To what do I owe this visit?" "Well, we have a problem we hoped you could help us with. Pardon my manners, these are my detectives, Joe Fontana and Ed Green." "They shook hands. "How do you do, gentlemen. So, how can I help you?" "There are papers we need to get signed by D.A. McCoy. I need to be present to witness his signature. So, I remembered that you two used to know each other. I was wondering if you had herd from him. No one seems to know where he is." Shiela almost panicked when she thought of Jack's bike parked outside, so she knew Van Buren was well aware of where he was. "Oh. Well, um, hang on a minute and I'll see what I can do." She went upstairs to wake him.

As her company stood waiting in the foyer, Jack came downstairs looking pretty thrown together with his jeans on, barefoot, his dress shirt open. He didn't look happy. "What can I do for you, Lieutenant." The three visitors just stared for a moment. Anita finally found her voice again as Shiela was heading back down the stairs. "We need you to sign these papers so we can proceed with the Santorelli case." He quickly signed them, asked if there was anything else, then excused himself from the room. "I'm going to make coffee. Good day detectives, Lieutenant." He kissed Shiela before leaving the room. On his way out, Ed Green spoke up, chuckling. "Damn, you'd think he'd be in a better mood after what obviously happened last night." Jack stopped dead in his tracks, whipped around and came back, getting right in Ed's face. "I'll thank you to keep your nose out of my personal life, detective. It's none of your concern." Shiela watched Jack walk away. The three looked at her in surprise. "What the hell are you looking at me like that for? He's old, not dead." She winked and grinned at them before showing them the door. They all just smiled at each other as they were leaving, then Fontana spoke up once they were outside. "Man, I don't know McCoy that well yet, but he's gotta be doin' somethin' right gettin' himself a piece like that." His boss glared at him. "That 'piece' as you so crudely referred to her as is a fellow detective, so I'd watch my step if I were you, Joe." Anita then turned to look at Shiela's house and muttered to herself, "I guess some things never change."

Shiela walked into the kitchen and put her arms around Jack from behind, kissing his back between his shoulders. He was NOT in a good mood after the morning's events. "It's not a big deal, Jack. It's not as if we'd planned last night and we sure as hell didn't plan on morning visitors." He turned around and put his arms around her. "I know. It just pisses me off that someone like Green can't be professional enough to keep his mouth shut." She kissed him tenderly. "You know, Brian has friends down the street. We could let him go there overnight and just hide away for awhile. Then, we could spend our time putting our energies into other...activities." She was drawing circles on his back and reached her other hand up to play with his earlobe. "I can't guarantee I have that much stamina." "Consider it an 'experiment'." She winked at him as he nodded. Being together was like a drug for the both of them. They were mesmerized with each other. He slid his hands down to her behind, caressing each cheek and nuzzling his nose into her neck. "Keep that up and I'm taking you back upstairs, Mister." He laughed and nipped her neck. They smiled with their foreheads and noses touching as he squeezed her buttocks. She looked him in the eye and stroked his face. "I love you, Jack. I always have." "I love you, too. Took me years to see it and I'm sorry." "After last night, obviously, all is forgiven." They held each other tight.