Last chapter, and this marks my first completed fic. I hope you all like it, and I really hope they continue with this Don/Robin thing--I think they'll make a great couple!


"Don't don't do it, don't even think about it!" Don shouted down at Rho, who was writhing on the ground in pain at his shattered ankles. "Get that hand out in front of you, get it out!" He stood over Rho for a moment, chewing his gum and contemplating his next move, then he whipped out his cuffs and squatted down to cuff him. David grabbed Rho's gun off of the ground, and for a moment, both men stood looking down at the bleeding man on the ground and listening to the steadily-approaching sirens. Don nodded, then stepped back.

"You keep an eye on this one," Don indicated Rho, lying facedown on the pavement, "and I'll go check on everyone else, round up any other perps and bring them over here."

"Sounds good," David nodded. He held out Rho's gun, and Don took it and tossed it in the back of his Suburban to be catalogued later.

"You alright Don?" Megan walked over and tossed her rifle in the back of the Suburban next to Don's and Rho's.

"I'm fine," Don replied. He bowed his head for a moment, feeling the adrenaline subsiding, then he shook his head and stood straight. "What about the other three perps?"

"All dead," Megan replied.

"What about the guards in the armored truck?"

"They're all dead too," she answered.

"Jesus," Don replied, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well at least you got Rho alive. Quick bit of thinking on getting him by the ankles," Megan said, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, well it seemed obvious at the time. I can't wait to see this bastard nailed to the wall," Don snarled, finally allowing himself some anger at Nikki's death, now that he knew where to direct it.

Megan raised her eyebrows, and rested her hand on Don's shoulder. "Yeah, well, you let Robin and the rest of those guys do their job. The cavalry's arrived now—time to get cleaned up and get out of here."

Six hours later, Don finally got out of the office. As he climbed back into his Suburban, he rolled his shoulders to get rid of the tension and contemplated his next move. He didn't want to head back to his apartment, but he didn't want to go to his brother's house either and deal with questions from his dad and Charlie.

His eyes fell on his cell phone, which he had tossed onto the dashboard console. His dad's words echoed in his mind. "Well, if you can't talk about it, how are you going to feel any better than you do now? Which is why there is nobody at home waiting for you." The thought of his empty apartment depressed him.

"What if you didn't sabotage your next relationship? I mean, what if you gave the next woman that you met a real shot? What is the worst that could happen?" His father's words echoed through his head as he picked up his phone and dialed.

A feminine voice answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Robin, it's me, Don. I was wondering if I could stop by for a moment tonight." Don looked out his windshield, seeing nothing but his past.

On the other end of the line, Robin thought for a moment. She still wanted him, wanted to get to know him, to find out what made him tick and gave him that furrowed brow and all that passion that she sensed was stored deep inside him.

"Sure," she replied. "Got a pen? I'll give you directions."

Don pulled a notepad and pen out of his glove box. "Go ahead," he said to her. When he finished writing, he hung up and put his phone back in the console. After a moment, he picked it back up, looked at it, and turned it off.

The drive to Robin's house took about 40 minutes through evening traffic, and the whole time, he contemplated his dad's words. "What is the worst that could happen?"

As he pulled into Robin's driveway, he wondered if he should have brought something—flowers, a bottle of wine, something to show that he was sorry for the way he'd been acting and appreciated her help. He shook his head and walked up the walkway, then knocked on her front door. The porch light turned on and the door opened.

"Agent Eppes," Robin greeted him solemnly.

"Counselor," Don replied just as solemnly, focusing on her eyes, her face, suddenly needing her and the solace he hoped she would provide. He sighed, wondering if this whole thing was a mistake.

Robin smiled slowly, giving him the once-over. "This is a surprise," she said. She'd half thought that he wouldn't actually show up, despite the fact he had called to ask for directions. She stepped back and opened the door wider to let him in, meeting his gaze as he stepped into her.

"Yeah," he replied, looking at her intently, stepping around her, coming so close that for a brief minute, she thought he was going to kiss her right then and there. She smiled to herself and turned to shut the door. His hands moved around her waist and she leaned back into him, feeling the heat and tension pouring off of him.

She turned around and met his lips, hot and hungry as his mouth covered hers. Her arms went around his neck as they shared a deep kiss that rocked them both. She could feel the pain within him, and she wanted to make it go away, even if just for a little while. She wanted to see that forehead relax, wanted to see that easy smile she'd seen at the gun range the week before. One of her hands caressed his neck, and the other one moved down to stroke his back as they continued to kiss.

After a long minute, she pulled back and looked into his eyes. His lips were parted and moist, his eyes needy and hungry. She took his hand and gestured with her head. "Upstairs," she whispered to him, and his hand gripped hers tightly as he kissed her again before pulling her toward the staircase.

Don didn't remember how they got upstairs. One minute he was walking in Robin's front door, the next he was standing next to her bed, kissing her passionately. His hands streaked over her back and to the hem of her blouse, and then he was tugging at it to pull it over her head. Robin pulled back to remove her blouse, and then reached for Don's shirt, helping him remove it and running her nails over his bare chest.

His hands cupped her breasts and gently kneaded them, and he reached around and unclasped her bra, lowering his head to kiss each one. Robin's head went back, and her hands fisted in his short hair. She reached for the waistband of his jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling them off. Together, they fell backwards onto her bed and lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

Afterwards, they lay intertwined on the bed, saying nothing. Don cradled Robin against him, soaking in her warmth and softness. She was a beautiful, intelligent woman, and he wondered if he should take his dad's advice. The thought scared more than relaxed him, but then the words "which is why there is nobody at home waiting for you" danced in the back of his brain. Nobody at home waiting for him, nobody but his dad and his brother, and while he loved them more than his own life, they couldn't provide the comfort Robin had.

It wasn't just the sex, although that was definitely welcome. It was that she knew, she understood, the horrors of his job, how the job ate at him and required so much from him. He knew she understood in a way his father and Charlie never would.

Don's hand idly stroked Robin's hair as he held her, his mind clearing. Whether or not Robin was the right one, he could at least take his dad's advice and not sabotage this relationship.

She murmured something low, and Don didn't catch what she said. "Hmm?" he asked, leaning his ear closer to her mouth.

"Feels good," she breathed in his ear, kissing it gently, working her way around to his mouth. Her hand came up to stroke his cheek, and she rolled over to stare into his eyes. "You alright?"

Don looked into her eyes and smiled, relaxed for the first time in weeks. "Just fine," he replied, grinning, then he leaned forward and kissed her soundly. "Absolutely wonderful."