"I made that rule for you, you know," she said. "I have no one who would miss me if anything happened."

Ben frowned at her. "Don't be a jerk – do as I say."

"Yes, dad," she grinned. "I'll see you in the morning."

It had been a long day, Shelby leaned back in the bath, the one luxury she had insisted on when she was looking for an apartment. She felt like she'd lived a lifetime in 24 hours. Seeing Don again was weird and in the context of the previous night and this new guy…her head was swimming. Why was this one night stand not staying that way in her head?

She toweled off and pulled on her most comfortable sweats and favorite tank-top. Piling her hair on top of her head she brushed the stray tendrils aside and started brushing her teeth. That's when there was a knock on the door.She sighed, itwas probably Christine, the nine year old that lived next door. She sometimes came to visit Shelby when she was scared and her mom was working night shift.

Not even checking the peep hole she unlocked and opened the door, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.

He looked her up and down then smiled, "Now that is sexy."

"Whtj…" She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the apartment then held up her hand andwent back to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste. "What are you doing here?" She called once she had wiped her mouth.

"I realized I didn't have your phone number." He said calmly from the bathroom door. "So I came to get it."

She spun around, "Stop doing that."

"What?"

"Just being there when I turn around, it's disconcerting."

He smirked at her, "Sorry."

Raising an eyebrow she cocked her head to the side and took him in, "You're really not sorry are you?"

"Nah, so…" He stepped into the bathroom, "Do you taste like mint?"

Regaining her control she laughed and ducked around him, "Probably," she said into his ear, "let me get that number for you."

He inhaled, "That was payback wasn't it?" He followed her down the hall.

"Yeah," She scribbled two numbers onto a piece of paper and handed it to him, "there you go."

He looked down at the paper than back up at her, "Thanks."

"Is that all you came for? Cause you know you could have tracked me down through PD."

"It's true I could have, but then I wouldn't have got to see Winnie-the-pooh there." He indicated the cartoon bear on the front of her tank top.

"It's comfortable."

He laughed, "I already told you it's sexy."

"You can stop being so confident any time now you know." She inhaled.

"Why?"

"Cause it's damn hot and I should be telling you to take the number and go home."

"Where's the fun in that?" He asked reaching for her waist and pulling her towards him.

"You're too damn irresistible for your own good you know that."

"Says the pot to the kettle."

"Touché."

"Are you going to tell me to shut up now?"

"Only if you make me."

"Oh, I have to make you?"

"Good enough," she said with a coy grin, before kissing him within an inch of his life…breathless a few minutes later she started laughing.

He looked at her curiously. "What's so funny?"

She indicated behind her. "I'm up against the fridge and frankly the handle is digging into my back, not comfortable."

"Sorry, got carried away," he grinned and ducked his head rubbing the back of his neck.

Jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Don't you start being cute too, I don't think I could take it."

It took him a mere second to maintain his balance and grab onto her so they didn't fall over. "So let me get this straight, no cute and no sexy…"

"…and hot, stop being hot," she laughed.

He laughed. "Well then you aren't giving me much to go by."

"I like it better that way," she said, kissing him again. "Forces you to be creative."

"So," he said, in between kissing her and carefully making his way through the apartment to the bedroom, "Flack warned me off of you today."

She stopped kissing him and rolled her eyes. "Did he really."

"Said I should watch my back…that you were dangerous," he said into her neck.

"Dangerous?" she asked. "Of course I'm bloody dangerous, I'm a Narco."

They'd made it to the bed so he let her fall back onto it and himself onto her. "I don't think that's what he meant," he said.

"And what do you think he meant?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"I think your 'thing' blew up and bit him in the ass."

"Of course it did. He wanted white picket fences, a wife and kids. I wanted to be a cop."

"And now?" he asked.

She narrowed her eyes. "I still want to be a cop, so don't you go falling for me, okay?"

"What makes you think I wouldn't want a cop?" he asked.

"Because I haven't met a guy yet who does."

"Maybe I'm different."

"Maybe you should shut up and get me out of these PJs before I change my mind about you and decide to kick you out," she said.

He cocked an eyebrow at her, trying to decide if she was serious. She was smiling, but her eyes were hard. He decided to change tactics. "I should go back to being cute?" he asked, kissing her lips lightly.

"And sexy," she answered, her body pressing a little harder against him.

"What about hot?" he wanted to know.

"Mm, yes," she answered, pulling his face down to hers. She flipped him on to his back so she was straddling him. "Don't make me tell you to shut up again," she told him.

She felt the cold as he left the bed before the rest of her was fully awake. "Where are you going?" She asked sleepily.

"You're going UC tomorrow, you need your sleep." He squinted when she turned the light on.

"I was sleeping, you woke me up with this leaving business." It was almost frightening her how much she really didn't want him to go, not that she was going to let on that much just yet.

He pulled his shirt over his head and walked over to her side of the bed, leaning down he kissed her forehead, "Don't you go falling for me okay?" He said with a twinkle in his eye, "I don't like white picket fences."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "I don't fall."

He cocked his head to the side with a smirk and traced her jaw line with his finger, "Famous last words, now get some sleep, you'll need it." He tapped her lips lightly.

She nodded and waited till she heard the click of her front door before getting up to lock it behind him. She sighed and rested her head against the cold wood, "I don't fall." She whispered then shook her head and went back to her room, vulnerable was not her thing and whoever Danny Messer thought he was, he wouldn't get her there.