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Chapter 26
Do Something About It

"I have seriously missed these burgers," Jamie stated right before finishing off the double bacon cheese burger she had ordered for lunch at the small cafe her and Steve were having lunch at that afternoon. "I really need to stop talking about food. It's all I've been going on about."

"Food is something everyone has in common, no matter where, or when, your from." Steve said, point to himself when he said when. "So it makes sense we all can bond over talking about things like that with all people."

"Well, I start repeating myself when I talk about bacon," she laughed.

"Again nothing wrong with that. Bacon is amazing." Steve chuckled.

Jamie moaned and then laughed. "Oh God, bacon is perfect!"

"The best thing ever right?" Steve chuckled once again at her reaction.

"Food wise, yes," she said.

"What's the best outside of food?" Steve asked curiously around his food.

"I don't know, you're pretty perfect in my opinion," Jamie admitted without thinking.

Steve blushed darkly and looked away. "I'm...far from perfect." Steve mumbled looking down at the table. "I make a lot of mistakes."

"So does everybody, it's what you do after the mistakes that matters," Jamie told him.

"I'm not always good at that either, but I try." Steve said. "And you yourself...if I'm perfect I have no idea what people would call you…"

"A mess," she laughed. "That's what people call me!"

"I think...you're unbelievable." Steve said shyly. "And even then, I really don't think that's a good enough word."

Jamie blushed, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Well, I do glow blue. That does sound pretty unbelievable, doesn't it?"

"It's not that." Steve said. "It's you that's the unbelievable part."

"I guess we're just an incredible pair of people then, huh?"

Steve smiles taking her hand. "I'd say we're pretty incredible."

"So, are we gonna go get ice cream after we get the check?" Jamie asked.

"Of course, not often we get a day off on such a nice day." Steve smiled. "I'll be back. Gonna pay that check now so we can leave when ready."

"Oh, one sec," she said, reaching for her purse to give him some money to pay for her half.

"Jamie, you should know by now that's not happening." Steve chuckled a bit as he waved her off and headed over to the counter.

Stubborn, she thought, relaxing back into her seat.

"Oh, ma'am?" One of the waitresses asked, coming beside her. Jamie turned to look at the blonde stranger, her eyes never meeting the brown eyes that looked down at her. In her hands she held a single red rose, and a large envelope. "Someone told me to give this to you."

"Are they still here?" Jamie asked.

"No, they were outside. It was some lady, if that helps. She said someone asked her to give it to me, to give it to you" she informed her.

Damn it, she mentally swore. How the hell did he find me? He was following me, wasn't he! How the hell am I going to find this guy? "Okay, thank you," Jamie said, taking it from her. Once she had the envelope, the waitress left her be. Jamie opened it quickly so she could get it out of the way, and so Steve wouldn't see it.

"I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary, but soon I shall be very prominent, and the only things that matters. Soon enough, my dearest, we shall finally be together."

That wasn't the only thing inside there either. When she pulled out the note, her fingers grazed over something smooth and flat, much like the plain piece of lined paper. Once she was done reading, she put it back into the envelope, and took out the other content. There were several high quality images inside, all of Jamie.

One photo was from a distance. It was very dark for the most part, but in the sky of the photo, where red, white and blue fireworks exploded. Jamie and Steve were lying on the hood of her car. It was Steve's birthday several years ago.

The second was simply of her and her alone on a run through the streets of New York. The next was of Jamie at the park having lunch with James and his family one weekend in the summer. Lastly, Jamie was eating breakfast alone at that very cafe, reading a newspaper that she gently clutched in her hands. They were simple photos, the composition and content only her.

And it scared the hell out of her.

"Jamie, you ready?" Steve asked approaching the table with his bright happy smile.

Jamie stared at him for a moment before she shook her head. She stuffed the photos into the envelope and places them into her purse. She stood up, smiling the best she could. "Ready to go?" She asked.

Steve's expression slowly faded as he noticed that she was stressing. "Jamie..." His eyes drifted down to the items in her hands that was soon shoved into her purse. "Jamie, tell me."

"Nothing, don't worry about it," she assured him.

"No, Jamie. I'm not playing this game anymore." Steve said gripping her hand. "Tell me."

"I'm getting it taken care of," she told him.

"No your not. This has been going on for-god who knows how long." Steve was grim. "Jamie, we need to do something. Actually do something."

Jamie placed a hand on his cheek. "I will. I promise," she assured him. "I've got to go see an old friend."

"You promise? Really promise?" Steve murmured quietly, hand clutched over hers.

She shook her head shakily, hand trembling slightly. "I do," she told him. "I promise."

Steve pulled her in a hug. "Good. You better not be lying to me. I worry about you so much, you know."

"I could never lie to you," Jamie told him. "I don't think I physically could."

"I know, I just..." He leaned forward, his lips pressing against her forehead, remaining there for a good long minute. "Be safe."

"I will, I promise. Where I've got to go, it's probably one of the safest places in the city," she told him. "Physically, anyway."

The precinct was a place Jamie never thought she would step foot into again. The place was just as busy as Jamie remembered it. Cops and detectives were scurrying around, they were sitting at the desks swamped with work. It was such a lively place.

Jamie made her way to the back corner where one specific detective was sitting filling out paperwork. She slowly walked up to the desk, her arms wrapped around the manila envelope. Once behind him, she cleared her throat, not exactly sure what to say. Once he heard her though he turned around, eyes widening, mouth dropping open.

"J-Jamie!" Colin said said standing up. "U-Uh hey!" He said not knowing if he should hug her or shake her hand.

"You look well, Colin," she told him, a soft smile on her lips. She leaned in for a short, friendly hug, a gently platonic kiss to his cheek like she did with all her friends. Once they parted, she sat down at the chair in front of his desk.

"T-Thank you! Look good too...as in, you look healthy, not the otherway. Not that you don't look good in that way but I'm just not pointing it out." Colin said then sighed. "This is awkward for me..."

"It's okay. Just think of it as two old friends," Jamie said. "I'm not here to cause any trouble or anything. I actually need some help."

"Yeah yeah, don't worry about that. I love Dina more than anything anyways so..." Colin smiled brightly.

"I'm sorry, I don't follow," Jamie told him.

"Dina...my wife." Colin said picking up a picture frame from his desk and handing it over. "You didn't know?"

She shook her head, taking the picture from him. "No, I'm sorry. If I knew I would've sent a card," she said.

She held the wedding photo of the happy couple engulfed in an embrace. It was fall, with water and trees. It was apparent that Colin finally got his Maine wedding he always talked about. Dina was pretty, she had long, very dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes to match. She had a very bright, white smile, and tan, healthy looking skin. She was looking at the camera, while Colin kissed her cheek.

"Congratulations, Colin," she told him, smiling as she handed the photo back. "It looks like she makes you very happy."

"She does! I had thought we had sent you an invitation...Dina had wanted to meet you as well." Colin said softly.

Well that's a little weird, Jamie thought. I mean, we didn't exactly leave on the best of terms. "I'm happy for you," she said. "Sounds like you've got everything figured out."

"Yeah. and what about you?" Colin asked. "Good to see you're still alive. Our line of work is crazy dangerous."

"Yeah, it is. I've had some bumps and bruises along the way, but nothing I couldn't recover from," Jamie said. "Just moved back into New York about a week ago."

"That's right, you moved to DC! How was it in the great capital?" Colin chuckled. "Besides the whole collapse of your organization and whatnot…I probably shouldn't have brought that up…"

"It was great for a while," Jamie said. "I loved the history."

"So what about you and Steve? You two happy together?" Colin asked.
Jamie huffed out a laugh, pushing back a strand of her hair behind her ear. "There isn't an us, Colin," she informed him.

"Are you serious!" Colin sighed shaking his head. "Jesus Jay! Get with the program."

"I really don't want to get into this, Colin," Jamie told him weakly. "This is hardly the time."

"I know but...gahhh." Colin groaned with a chuckle. "I thought you'd be married like I am now."

"I don't know,"Jamie muttered. "In my line of work, getting married doesn't exactly seem like the wisest thing to do. Why make yourself feel that vulnerable when in a second it could all come crashing down around you?"

"Comfort, companionship, knowing that at the end of the day you'll have at least one person to face the world with." Colin answered with a smile.

"Yeah, but I've already got that. With six people," she told him.

"It's a little different in the married citation. But I can't tell you otherwise if that's how you feel." Colin rolled his eyes.

"I almost lost him once," Jamie said. "And that tore me up. And we weren't even involves. We get into a lot of fights, Colin, and lot of very dangerous situations and….I can't go through that again. Not if it's something more," she thought outloud.

"You going to feel pain no matter what Jamie, you might as well enjoy good times with the same person causing pains. Otherwise it will be nothing but pain you feel." He advised.

"I guess I have something to really think about, don't I," she said.

"Yeah you do young lady." He chuckled. "But for now, what can I do for you, Jay?"

"You remember those anonymous flowers I kept getting?" She asked, not sure if he would remember.

"I don't like where this is going..." Colin said softly.

"They haven't stopped," she admitted, holding out the envelope for him to take. "And now they're sending me photos."

"Photo's?" Colin said as he took the envelope and started looking through them. The further along he went, the more upset his expression became.

"You know me, Colin, I don't scare easily, but this…." Jamie muttered.

"This is over the line...I'm going to give you a card. Put in a referral." Colin said digging in his desk. "I'll get tied up in red tape. But a PI won't," Colin muttered as he began writing on a piece of paper. "Not to mention, less press for you...less chance of leaks."

"You sure I can trust them?" She asked, taking the card, glancing at it. She didn't pay much attention to the information on it before she put it in her pocket.

"I've never meet someone you can trust like them." Colin said and pointed to it as she put it away. "She's your best chance...that's why I'm not personally taking it. Red tape, leaks,...I still feel like I have to protect you. In some way at least."

"I really appreciate this, Colin, thank you," Jamie said.

"Don't worry about it Jamie. I know we didn't...end it very amiably but...I still care about you. Everyone we meet makes us into a new person and you made me into a pretty good one."

"And for what it's worth, you were right," Jamie told him. "It took a me a while to realize it, but you were right."

"I'm sorry, can you say that again?" Colin said taking out a recorder from his desk. "I need to show my wife someone thinks that!"

Jamie just laughed and pushed his hand away. "Don't push it, Colin," Jamie said. "Hey, does she call you Colin, or CC?"

"CC. If not Honey." Colin smiled a bit.

"Okay, well, thanks for this," Jamie said. "And it was really nice seeing you again, Colin. It's good to see that you're happy."

"Yeah it was great. Stay in touch this time, okay?...And not just when people are stalking you." Colin chuckled.

"Will do. Maybe I'll see if Matt and Foggy want to meet up at Josie's some time. We can all catch up" Jamie suggested. "Bring Dina along if she's so interest in meeting."

"You bet! She was thrilled when she found out I dated you...she's an Avengers fangirl..." Colin said with a blush. "And...she doesn't really like Josie's."

Yeah, that's definitely a bit weird. "Well, Josie's is definitely an acquired taste," Jamie said.

"I think it's just weird people who like it, I mean...look at our group." Colin chuckled.

"...Or just what we can afford," she laughed.

"That too."

"I'll see you soon, Colin."

The main lobby of 215-17 West 101st street wasn't too bad. The walls and floor looked to be covered in marble, but it was most likely a much cheaper substance that looked like it. After all, covering that whole area with marble would've been far too expensive for anybody other than Tony Stark, or some other obscenely rich individual, none of which Jamie knew.

The elevator was in the left corner of the lobby. It was small and Jamie thought it was a death trap. She wondered when the last time it was inspected. She couldn't' spot one of those little plaques that always started that they were safe and inspected at some given point in time. She couldn't even spot an old one.

But Jamie didn't know where the stairs were, and she didn't want to be late, or miss her opportunity to begin with, so she sucked it up and rode the elevator up to her designated floor. She stepped out of the elevator into a long hallway. At the very end of the hallways she could clearly see one door with a tinted window with the words "Alias Investigations" writing in gold lettering.

Once at the door, Jamie sighed, very reluctant to ask someone for help. But then again, she was desperate, and she definitely didn't want to get the others involved. She raised her hand, rasping three hard knocks on the wooden part of the door and waited until she heard a hard, straight to the point voice on the other side call out for her to come in.

She opened the door, entering into the small entrance room before it opened into the desk area. Once in the open office, Jamie took note of the nice white built in bookshelves, as well as the fire place. It didn't matter that the paint was chipping. Good quality built was something to be admired. In the center of the room was the relatively bare desk. There was one desk lap, and a laptop, but other than that it was quite bare.

Behind the desk was the woman Jamie was there to see. Her long black hair fell past her shoulders. Her large, brown eyes watched Jamie cautiously, just what she would expect from a Private Investigator. She wasn't dressed all too professionally: a white tank top, and a ratty pair of worn down light blue jeans. On her feet were black combat boots, which were propped up on top of the desk.

"Can I help you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the slow moving brunette.

"Jessica Jones?" Jamie asked.

"Depends who's asking," she muttered.

"I was referred to you," Jamie said, taking a seat in one of the two chair across from the woman's desk.

"And who would do that?" Jones asked. She removed her feet from the table, and shut the laptop to see Jamie better as she sat down. She folded her hands on top of the device, slouching her back and shoulders.

"Detective Collin Greer?" Jamie offered, though she was feeling a bit off with the question. "Do you not normally get referrals from police?"

"No," she said. "And I know Greer. He prefers dealing with things himself. Why send you to me?"

"He's an….old friend," she clarified, trying her best not to say he was an ex boyfriend.. "He said it was because he'd get caught up in red tape," Jamie said. "If you want, you could call and ask him yourself. I don't control what he does."

"By old friend you mean boyfriend," Jones figured.

"Yeah."

"...Who broke it off?"

"He did, but I don't see why that's important," she muttered.

"Why go to him if he's the one that broke it off,?" Jones asked. "I get the feeling it wasn't exactly a clean break up."

"Because I don't want to involve my friends, and I didn't have anybody else to turn to," Jamie answered honestly. "Do you want the case or not? Because if no, I'd rather not waste both of our times."

"Depends on the case," Jones openly admitted.

"I've got a stalker. Want a restraining order. Don't know who the person is though so your job is figuring that out," she said.

Jessica looked at the large manila envelope Jamie held in her hand for a good couple seconds before holding her hand out. "That evidence?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's everything I've gotten from them." Jamie answered. "I've had them fingerprinted. There were dozens. I put the people in there too, but none of them ever matched with the following note, so…."

"Okay….Wait, is this…?" she muttered looking at the photo talked on Steve's birthday as they watched the fireworks.

"Yes, so you understand why it's very important that this doesn't get out," Jamie clarified. "I need full disclosure."

"Yeah, yeah, you got it, lady," Jones muttered. She stood up and walked to the filing cabinet. She took out a single sheet of paper and handed it to Jamie. It was their contract. "I charge hourly, plus expenses," she said.

"Of course," Jamie said, nodding her head. "It's not a problem."

"Good, now, we have a stalker to catch," she said. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Jamie," she answered. "Jameson Roe."

Nelson and Murdock was her last stop of the day. After leaving Alias Investigations, Jamie went straight there, and walked into the office, her eyes landing on the long haired blonde sitting behind the desk in the center of the main waiting room. The must be their secretary.

"Hello," she greeted, smiling up at Jamie. "May I help you?"

Before Jamie could even open her mouth to answer the polite woman, there was shuffling to her. Jamie turned her head to her right to see Matt stepping out of his office, hand resting on the door frame. "Hello Jamie," he greeted.

"I...how the hell did you know it was me?" she gaped, her blue eyes looking at him widely.

"Your perfume," he answered. "Foggy, Jamie's here!" he called out.

Foggy came out from the office to her left, a goofy smirk on his lips. "Our very own resident Superhero's come to visit!" He walked right up to Jamie and hugged her tightly. "Good to see you, buddy. After everything on the new about DC….We were worried."

"Superhero?" the blonde asked.

"He's joking," Jamie insisted, trying not to show her face under her baseball cap. It was a surprisingly effective method of hiding, it turned out. Plus, she wore the sunglasses the covered most of her face as well.

"To what do we owe this visit?" Matt asked.

"Actual business, I'm afraid. Do you mind if we sit and talk?" she asked.

"Of course not, please, come in," Matt said, leading her into his office. Once everybody was seated, Matt got down to business. "So, what's the problem, Jamie?"

"I've got a slight stalker problem," she admitted.

"Why do I get the feeling it's no so slight?" Foggy pressed.

"Uh, because it's not. I don't even know who it is, honestly," she admitted. "I've got a PI working on that. But I figured I'd try and get a jump start in this department. Higher the best lawyers I know."

"You don't know any other lawyers, do you?" Foggy asked.

"...No," she answered. "But I trust you guys. And that's what's most important to me. I need full discretion on this, and for obvious reasons."

"So, what exactly do you want us to start doing?" Fog asked.

"Restraining order I looked some stuff about it online, but honestly, I get lost. Figured it'd be easier to get some help. Get thing moving faster once we get everything."

"We can actually go over and full out some of the general things with you now, just so it's out of the way," Matt said. "We can finish filling it in once we get the rest of the information, like you said."

"Once this PI of your's gets the identity of this creep we can get it filed for you," Foggy added. "Then, legally, he can't come near you. And if he does, he goes to jail."

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate this," Jamie said.

"No, thank you!" Foggy pressed. "You know Tony Stark, and he can get the best names in the biz, so thanks for picking up nobodies!"

"Hey, like I said, I pay top dollar for the ones I trust," she said. "And I assure you, you will be rewarded."

Foggy stared at her for a good long moment before throwing his hands up in the air and exclaiming, "YES! Actual money!"

"Uh, yes?" Jamie muttered.

"It's a long story," Matt explained. "Long couple of stories, actually."

"I'll just take your word for it."

"Shall we get started?"

"Yes, please!"

Jamie got back to the tower close to dinner time. She rode the elevator up as she contemplated what to make for dinner. She wasn't really in the mood to make anything, so, half way up she decided to order in, but then that presented the dilemma of figuring out what kind of take out she wanted to have that evening.

The elevator came to a halt several floor below her own, and the doors opened to allow whomever has requested a ride inside. Steve stood there, white towel hanging around his neck as he stood there very sweaty. This was the floor with the gym and sparring area. A floor both of them spent a good deal of time on.

"Hey..." Steve said slowly when he spotted her.

"Hello," she greeted, smiling at him as he stepped in.

"So, what's..so how are things going?" Steve asked her, trying to focus on anything really.

"The same, though hopefully they'll start to look up soon," she answered. "I did what you told me to. Went to get help to stop all this."

Steve let out a sigh. "Thank you, look I'm sorry for being pushy about it but...it needed to be handled before it got blown out of hand." Steve sighed running a hand through his hair.

"No, no, you were right. I just," she muttered, running her own hand through her hair. "I was embarrassed. I didn't want to admit that I had a problem that I couldn't make go away on my own"

"Everyone had problems they need help with. Even Tony, though I think he would muck the problem up into a disaster before asking for help...but anyway everyone goes through it." Steve assured her. "But no one goes through it alone."

"Well, Colin gave me the name of a good, trusted PI, so she's going to help figure out who it is. And Matt and Foggy, I've told you about them before, right? Are going to draw up the paperwork for the restraining order," Jamie said.

"See, not alone. I always did like Colin. And Foggy and Matt sound like they're good at what they did. Not to mention you have me, Natasha, and the team to beat sense into this guy if that doesn't work."

"No you didn't!" Jamie laughed. "You hated Colin!"

"...well I do now."Steve murmured. "And I didn't hate him. I just had a ..strong...dislike and moral value difference than him."

"He's married now, and apparently she's a Solace fan, which is a little weird," Jamie muttered.

"Oh well that's...ironic." Steve blinked. "Did you give her an autograph?"

"No, but I should've, maybe then I wouldn't have to meet her eventually. Colin wants to meet up sometime," she said. "And it was a little more than awkward."

"Oh...yeah that's a whole bundle of weird, maybe make it like a group thing? Like maybe Sam and I, and maybe Natasha come too? Like to grab a drink or something?" Steve offered.

"That's a good idea, and I will try to push it off as much as I can," Jamie admitted honestly. "Though, I have to say this, Matt amazes me. He knew I was there before I even said anything. Or before Foggy saw me. He knew it was me because of my perfume!" Jamie exclaimed.. "I mean, I don't wear too much perfume, right?" she asked, lifting the floor of her shirt up to smell. "I hate it when people wear too much, so I make sure to go out of my way to not put too much on."

Steve leaned down and took a sniff. "I don't think so, smells great though." Steve smiled.

Jamie blushed, biting her lip happily. At least Steve liked the way she smelled. "Thank you. And if you weren't sweaty and smelled like a pig, I'd say the same to you," she laughed. "But normally you smell wonderful too."

"I would be a very adorable pig, thank you very much." Steve joked with her. "Thanks, I get it." he chuckled.

"You want to come over for dinner? I was thinking about ordering in," she offered.

"Sounds better than my plans, ordering in by myself, so yeah." Steve nodded.

"Great, but you have to shower first. You really do smell awful!"

Hey guys, I'm so sorry for the delay on this chapter. I added in a little more Steve time to hopefully make up for it here at the end, which originally wasn't going to be in. But I hope you like it. It was the end of the semester, finals, and applying to a new major, which is what I need for my Masters degree so if I didn't get it, I was screwed, but I did get in! Which is a relief. I was just supper stressed about it, and then I took the last couple weeks to de-stress from the semester. But I'm back now, and ready to roll! Hope you guys like this one.

Thanks go to the following for their reviews on the previous chapters:

xenocanaan- Well, the creepy flowers have turned into creepy pictures. Is that good too?

Guest - She's ignoring it because of several reasons in this chapter. Jamie hates that this is making her vulnerable and weak. Normally she has more control over every situation, she doesn't like to feel like she's in a disadvantage. She hates that something so small, so non-life threatening (compared to things like combat and missions and whatnot) that this makes her feel.

Jo- I'm really glad they didn't do you-know-what to you-know-who! I was so worried, but if they did, I had a whole thing planned out for it, after you-know-what, but now I can scrap that whole idea and try and figure out what the hell I'm going to do after Civil War, seeing as we technically don't know what anybody is doing from team Cap. You know?

Jedi Jelsa777- I had some help with that. StillDoll13 is wonderful, and she's a perfect Tony and Bruce. We sometimes switch off, but the spray bottle comment was all her's.

CJ/OddBall- She has met him before, I assure you. But does she KNOW him? No, she doesn't. Stalker is from New York, and never lived in DC, but made trips down there, or arrange for other ways to get her her presents. And hey, don't get embarrassed because of the long two reviews. I LOVE those. There is one thing I wanted to talk to you about thought, and that's the other reviews that don't exactly pertain to the contend of the chapter along, like the warning about the previews not getting posted on the 12th, and the Cap Hydra thing. If you wish to speak to me about those sorts of things, please send a private message. (But on the Hydra thing, I'm thinking it's gotta be explainable, like he's being controlled or something, you know? They normally have a reason for things they do).

The girl with no life- Yeah, Tony's lovably annoying, and Steve is beautifully awkward! I love all the banter too. It's so much fun! I did see Civil War, and I loved it! I saw it twice, actually...in less then a week...

MidnightPenguin- Not exactly what happened, but something kind of like it. Hope that you liked how this went anyway though! I never meant for Jamie to be silent this long, it just kind of happened that way with how other events in the story fell.

seasidewriter1- I only got to see it twice, you lucky duck! And yes, I have many ideas for it, but ideas for AFTER Civil War...not so much, seeing as we technically don't know what they're doing, you know? SPOILERS FOR ANYBODY READING THIS PART FOR CIVIL WAR: are they staying in Wakanda too? Are they all in hiding in different place, you know? I just don't know what to do yet.

NessieBooEvans- New chapter! There you go! Hope you like it, and sorry for the wait!

Ryn of Magic- I don't want to make you cry...but they don't get together soon. There's something big that happens first, which will start soon, btw. I'm sorry!