A/N: Thanks for the reviews, anyways new character introduced, but only stays till chapter fiveor sobut she's a background character so you know read on.

Dammit she was doing it again, they hadn't spoken in a day but he could still hear her voice, the pain laced words she said, replaying in his mind over and over in his head, this definitely was not going to work.

He paced his small apartment trying to think of all the things he had been putting off but at the moment couldn't think of one single thing he could do to get her off his mind.

He could almost feel the imaginary walls around his heart start to crack and crumble but he was not going to listen to anything she had to say. She lied and he hated liars. Even beautiful ones.

His gaze lingered on the hotel key card she'd given him, he should have told her no there was nothing more to talk about to leave him the hell alone and never come back. But curiosity crept in the backdoor and he wanted to know what she had to say, to see how she would get him twisted around her little delicate finger.

He kept putting it off, the key card staring at him like he was the one to do something wrong. This was driving him crazy. To hell with reason, he grabbed the key card and walked out his door to a downpour. Great! Maybe it was some sort of sign telling him to turn around while he still could, but he didn't wanna spend the rest of his life wondering what she had to say, so he grabbed his jacket and headed out.

The coat did little to protect him and was drenched within seconds, the heater on full blast trying to dry himself but shut it off half way realizing he was only going to get wet again going up to the hotel door.

He stood with his hand raised for an eternity, waiting for the angel and devil to show up on his shoulder and try to talk him into or out of knocking. He was curious to see which one would encourage him to knock on the door. Both sides had advantages and both had disadvantages.

His arm grew heavy and let it drop only to raise it once again and knock lightly, hearing the knock lightly echoing through the thin glass beside the door. He heard no movement like you usually did when someone was coming to answer the door. He removed the card from his pocket, telling himself he was only going to check to see if she was okay and then leave. The light changed from red to green, the door opened under his touch.

The walls that were left came tumbling down around his heart once he saw her sleeping peacefully for the moment, the sheets tangled around her. Wandering what had gotten her so wound up, he stopped himself from moving to the bed and climbing into bed with her because they had never been together in the first place and he didn't trust her. Sure he trusted her with his life, just like any other friends he had but he still didn't trust her in any other sense, respect and trust was earned and right now she had very little of either in his books.

He sat down in a nearby chair watching her from across the room, his eyelids growing heavy; he needed sleep he had to work this afternoon.

Some how when he had came, nights didn't appeal to him anymore, maybe it was because he had worked on it and it brought back to many memories knowing that they would be working the same time he was. Swing shift was a lot different than graveyard; with swing you still had time to do things when you got off, with graveyard you couldn't exactly go out for a drink at six in the morning after working a tough case.

His eyelids growing heavier now, he really should go. His legs wouldn't work; his damp clothes were making him shiver. He stood only to catch himself taking off his shirt. No put the damn thing back on, and walk out that door, come back in the morning. Haha it was already morning. Some how he didn't find that exactly funny as he once would. His shoes came off next, his body betraying him as he removed his pants, the boxers he could deal with they weren't that wet.

The air conditioner cooling the room, made him shiver once again as the cool air hit his skin, god help him he should be stronger than this. He knew she would freak out if she woke up to him there, and so be it, she deserved to be scared. He gently lifted the covers and slid in behind her, finally his body allowing his mind to speak as he kept his distance from her. He laid back away from her facing the bathroom while she the door.

It was only for one night then he would never have to see her again, he said that over and over again until he feel asleep.

He was the first to wake he was sure because somehow during the night they had come together and she now lay in his arms. Something that should feel the way it did.

If she were up, she would be out of his arms by now and locked in the bathroom, trying to rationalize the little moment they shared.

He had to go, this was very, very wrong, he shouldn't have come here, shouldn't have taken off his clothes to just once feel her body against his for the first and last time. Everything was Wrong.

She shifted slightly snuggling into him and he was torn from snuggling up to her, basking the feeling in her arms. No Get Up. His mind won, and he slowly started getting out of bed, lifting up her arm as he tried to slip out of bed but she pulled him closer and murmured something incoherent pulling him back to her.

Okay there was no way she could be sleeping without her at least waking up from her little reach out, no she was awake he was sure but she remained sleeping for a few more minutes and then finally opened her eyes slowly.

He was surprised that she didn't pull the covers to her chest and run into the bedroom but instead she looked up and smiled and laid her head back down on his chest.

He was the one to jump out

"No this is very wrong" he grabbed his clothes and started putting them on, her watching amusingly

"Then why did you come?" she asked flirtatiously

"I honestly cant tell you, but I do know I shouldn't have come" he placed the key card on the dresser and moved to the door.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because this is wrong, I had no right to come, sneak in and climb into bed with you, no not again"

"Not again what do you mean not again?"

"No I am over you, and climbing into bed with you is not something you do when you're over a person" he ran his fingers through his already disheveled hair. He had to leave.

"I'm not going to let it happen again" he said more to himself than her.

"Greg" she throw the covers off herself and stood, revealing something that he had trouble thinking through. Her in nothing more than a shirt and very low panties. He closed his eyes

"No"

"Don't you even wanna try?" she moved closer

"No"

"Oh c'mon I know you do, you have for years, I wanna try it too" she encircled his neck with her arms

"That's where your wrong" he said detangling her arms from his neck "I may have wanted a year ago, hell 4 months ago but not now, I'll only ever be second best to you and I cant have that" she walked to the other side of the room, rather pissed off. This was his shot he was going to leave, his fingers grasped the cool metal and was about to turn when he was slammed against the door frame, her lips on his urging him to touch her how he wanted to so many times before. He gave in but only for a little while when she touched his pants to undo his zipper he pulled away

"Don't" he opened the door and left

"What the hell is happening to me?" with one last look at the door, he left attempting to get at least a few things done before he went to work.