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Authors' Note- This has been too much fun and each and every person who reviewed is getting a cyber hug right now, of course if you happen to be male you're also getting a cyber kiss. If you're Miguel Ferrer, you're getting a big cyber... Okay, I think we'd better stop or lose our T rating and have to go post on adult fanfiction.

JORDAN's POV

I walk through the halls more than a little annoyed. I could be doing an autopsy on a murder right now. If there was one. One slow week had stretched into another. The only murders that had come through were some gang kids who had shot each other, case closed. So here I am doing scut work, running back and forth giving Lily a hand moving all the files from her office to a bigger, more spacious file closet, devoted to nothing but old autopsy reports to save her office some space.

I drop off a stack of files to find him there, doing his part in trying to get the new file cabinets in with minimal damage to the walls. The guys dropping them off seem to want to just shove them in not caring about the fact that there is solid matter behind where they're going. He smiles briefly at me, but says nothing, and I merely drop off the stack and head back for round two.

I drop off the next round and decide to start putting them away. Lily can do all the walking, she's the one that was complaining about the space they were taking up, she can do the difficult work. He gives me a hand with them, and for a minute, there's skin on skin and I fight back a shiver. I've been trying to keep him out of my mind but it's so hard. I keep trying to forget about what happened, I've been telling myself that it was nothing.

We hear the door slam shut and both turn around with a bit of a startled jump. I walk over to open it again and find there's something in the way of the door. I try to give it a push and it stays stuck. He comes over and tries it for himself with the same results. It wasn't locked but there was something blocking it. I peek out of the small crack to see what was blocking the way and found it to be one of the brand new file cabinets. Great. Just great.

I pound on the door, listening to it reverberate through the metal as he pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. I hear Lily appear, on the phone with him.

"Jordan? Garret?" She calls and we both shout. "Look, the guys moving the stuff just went out to lunch. So you're stuck there. Just think, it'll give you a chance to get over whatever fight you had and get back to at least talking instead of avoiding each other." Both of us started screaming at her at once and she walks away, laughing.

I slide down the wall and sit there. "I'm going to kill her." I said simply and he smiled.

"I'll help."

"Just think, we could get away with it too. We'd just proclaim it to be an accidental death; she happened to fall on a bed of knives." He chuckled and I sprawled out on the floor. Might as well make myself comfortable while we were stuck here. I watch as he kicks his legs out and leans back against the wall. We stay silent for a long time.

"Have we really been avoiding each other that much?" I ask. It didn't feel it. I was so wrapped up in telling myself that it was nothing when I was around him that every time I was around him was both heaven and hell rolled into one and felt like one time too many. He spins around to mirror my pose, sprawled out, staring up at the ceiling. Our heads are just inches from each other, I could lean over and kiss him.

But I'm not going to. As much as I want to, I want the repercussions even less. Lily seemed quite pleased with the fact that we were stuck in here, she wanted to see us clear the air. Kissing him would only make things worse, not better. As much as I wanted to, it would only further muddy the waters between us. He didn't want this, I didn't want to screw things up more.

"We need to do something about this." He says, and I nod. We do. I can think of plenty of things that I would like to do, but all of them would make the situation worse. I turn to face him and his head turns at the same time. He's so close, I can feel his breath. I'd only have to move ever so slightly to feel those lips. It would certainly be doing something about it. Something to make things worse, but it would be something.

I meet his eyes trying to come up with something to say, as he speaks suddenly. "We've let this get out of hand."

I agree. We have. It was only a kiss. The best kiss of my life, or one of them, but only a kiss, nothing else. I keep staring at those lips, trying to meet his eyes, but my eyes are constantly drawn that little bit further south. It would be so easy for me to lean in.

"Forgetting doesn't seem to work." He says.

Did that mean what I hoped it meant? No, of course not. That was just my mind wanting to think that it did. It was just me trying to convince myself that he wanted this just as much as I did. He had avoided me, he had been perfectly willing to accept the forgetting, he was trying to leave when I was talking about how it was just a kiss, wanting to be as far away from me as possible.

"Well, if we can't forget it and move on, accept it and move on." I told him. "If we can't forget it, well, it happened, we can't change that, but there's no reason we have to act so childish about it."

He seemed to agree. I forced my eyes to meet his, the dark chocolate depths. Deep, rich, brown. There was something there, something that I didn't quite recognize, but something that seemed to draw me in.

"I mean, we're both adults, we can both easily move on with our lives, right?" I continue on and he nods. "Dooley Wilson put it best, a kiss is just a kiss, it doesn't mean anything else." I pointed out. I'm rambling again, wanting nothing more than to kiss him and I keep my mouth running so that my lips don't close on his. I should turn away, roll over, sit up, anything, and just as I begin to, I feel his lips close on mine.

It's soft and gentle, restrained. It feels so good, so surprising. It takes me a minute to comprehend exactly what is going on and once I do, I lean into it, wanting more. I gently run the tip of my tongue across his bottom lip and catch it with my teeth then slip my tongue into his mouth meeting his, he tastes faintly of coffee and I roll closer towards him, on top of him and he doesn't seem to mind at all.

It feels so good, so right, so natural to be here, on the floor, kissing him. He feels so right beneath me, one calloused hand caressing my cheek, tangling in my hair. It feels so much more right with him than it ever did with Woody, so much more electric, more passionate, more raw, but most of all, right.

We finally break the kiss and he's staring into my eyes. "I think that rules out forgetting." I tell him and he grins, a broad grin that I hadn't seen cross his face in far too long.

"Well, I was doing a lousy job of it anyway." He said.

"You know relationships scare the hell out of me, don't you, Garret." He tightens his arms around me. "I'm just no damn good at them, casual sex I'm good at but not relationships."

"So does that mean if you become good at relationships, you'll be bad at sex?" He gives me that sexy pirate grin of his.

"Garret, sex is like pizza, even when it's bad it's good." I feel him laughing underneath me and I kiss him again.

After we break the kiss he holds me away from him and looks in my eyes with a very serious expression.

"I'm not going anywhere, I won't walk away and I won't push you away. I'm here, Jordan and this where I'm staying."

He holds me close and I know that he's trying to tell me it's okay to let go and love. That's my Garret, even if I turned him down, he'd still want me to let someone into my heart. Because that's the kind of man he is, the kind you can trust to be there. I know that as my secrets and fears have always been safe with Garret, I'm safe too. Right where I belong, in his arms.

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