A/N: thanks for the positive feedback guys. so when we last left off Carlton was kissing the hitwoman!!

And the actual title for this Chapter is: Secrets, Secrets Are Such Fun, Go Ahead and Tell Me One
but it was too long to put in the little box

"It wasn't what it looked like O'Hara," Carlton defended, as soon as him, Gypsy and Juliet were safe from being overheard again. "Delilah and I, Gypsy, I mean Gypsy and I were just trying a interrogation tactic."

"Seduce them till they talk? I never learn that in the academy," Juliet stated with a smirk.

"It's a new tactic," he replied.

"Does it work? Did you get any more information from this killer?"

Carlton glanced up at Gypsy, the name Carla Pendas rolled around his head. She would not look at him, staring at a spot on the floor.

"No, she didn't tell me anything," Carlton explained as he sat down at a table, placing his head in hand, he missed Gypsy looking at him with a small smile.

"Maybe because you were too busy making out with her," Juliet retorted glaring at Gypsy. Gypsy kept eye contact, but her stared had no anger behind it, just remorse. "She's a killer Carlton, what were you thinking?"

"I came on to him."

Carlton glanced up, surprised. Gypsy kept going, "I ignited the kiss. And let's face it, it's hard to say no to me."

Juliet rolled her eyes. "You know, I think your supervisor would interested in knowing that little fact. And I'm sure he could tell you no."

Juliet started walking towards the door. Gypsy was faster, she was blocking the door, giving Juliet an evil glare. "You do that and I'll make it so it's the last thing you do."

Juliet was not scared. "Move or I'll shoot you."

Gypsy was not going to be intimated by that. "Go ahead and reach for it."

There was only one moment where no one moved, but then Juliet reached towards her gun. In a swift movement Gypsy grabbed Juliet's wrist and twisted, twirling her around bring her down on her knees, cry out in pain and surprise.

"Delilah, no!" Carlton was out of his seat and wrapping his arms around Gypsy. "Let her go, Delilah."

Juliet felt the sharp pain in her wrist subside and she glanced up. Gypsy was there, with Carlton's arms holding her back. Juliet got up, rubbing her wrist. "Why are you calling her Delilah?"

Carlton shared a look with Gypsy, and then answered, "It's just a name a call her."

"It's my name," Delilah explained. "My Christian name."

"Your file says you don't have one," Juliet stated, getting up. "It said your name is Gypsy, but other aliases are Carrie DeLauro and Leanne Black."

"Yeah, well I like to have some mystery about me. I don't go around telling my real name all silly willy."

"So why does Carlton know?"

"Why do you call him Carlton?"

"He's my partner, I'm allowed to call him whatever I want."

"No, you're allowed to call him whatever he wants to be called, and he doesn't like to be on a first name basis with his partners."

"How would you know? Just because you make out with someone doesn't mean you know them," Juliet retorted. Then she turned on Carlton and demanded, "I want to know what the hell is going on."

Carlton sighed and replied, "I had a moment of weakness. She was hitting on me and I took advantage of it for a night of fun."

"A moment of weakness? A night of fun?" Juliet just stared at him with her mouth-hung open. She had never heard Carlton speak like this and it was disturbing to think he had a love life. Shaking her head she asked, "Is it over?"

Both Delilah and Juliet were interested in hearing this answer, but both for different reasons.

Carlton stared at both of them, and then quietly answered, "Yeah, it's over."

Delilah closed her eyes and turned away from him.

Juliet let out a sigh. "Good, I won't tell the chief then." She whirled around to Delilah. "You on the other hand, you murderous low life, you stay away from him."

Delilah sent Juliet her best death stare, something that gained Delilah tremendous amount of respect in the contract-killing world. That death stare helped keep Gypsy on top, but now Juliet barely flinched when she saw it.

Very slowly and clearly, Delilah commanded, "You and me, lunch tomorrow."

"What, you're going to kill me if I say no?"

"Lunch, tomorrow at twelve thirty."

That being stated, Delilah left without another word to anyone.

Juliet placed a hand on Carlton's shoulder and said compassionately, "If you ever need to talk, or get a drink, I'm here for you."

He stood up shaking his head, and did not speak to his partner for the rest of the day.

Delilah twirled her keys as she walked down the hallway to her apartment. She was tired and a little drunk. Her fun state of intoxication that masked her pain was fading, and reality started to seep its way back into her reality. The reality of Carlton saying it was over. God, she needed a drink even thinking about it.

It was taking her longer then normal to figure out which key was her house key when a voice asked, "Need help?"

She glanced towards the voice, hiding a smile. "No it's all right. I'll figure it out eventually. 'Sides, it's not like I have anyone waiting for me tonight. My relationship is over. O-V-E-R."

"You know, I really hate it when you drink Delilah."

"Oh? And why is that Detective Lassiter?"

"You start to sound like Spencer." Carlton took the keys from her hands and managed to unlock the door.

"I don't think that's such a bad thing," Delilah defended, snatching the keys back from Carlton and entering her apartment. He followed her in and already headed towards the kitchen slash dinning room slash living room, for a beer. "I meet your pain in the neck and he doesn't seem that bad."

"Of course you would think so, you're…"

"A night of fun?" she suggested bitterly.

"Oh come on Delilah, I didn't mean it like that," Carlton objected, already sensing a fight. "What was I supposed to say? 'O'Hara, Delilah and I have been having an on again, off again affair for almost seven years, but please don't tell the chief.'"

Delilah sighed. "No, of course not. But you're the one who always said keep it strictly professional at work. Then you go and kiss me."

Carlton stared at her. She was not looking at him. Something had changed since this afternoon, and it was not just the booze. The carefree attitude that she constantly sported was gone. Her demeanor transformed into a more serious nature. Yet the missing smile did not diminish the beauty of her face; in fact it seems to intensify it. But she was sad, he had made her sad and he hated it.

"I just can't figure you out sometimes," she confessed softly. "Last night you wanted me gone, this morning you can't wait. Sometimes I wonder why we're what we are."

He wanted nothing more then to say anything that would make her smile and happy, however he did not know what words would, so he told her the truth.

"I don't know. For about five years every time I saw you I had to try and arrest you. I was married when we started this, and I had never cheated on anyone before. We've just always had lousy timing. But we work and I love this, whatever it is," he confined.

She smiled at his response. Maybe because he was right, they did work for some strange reason, the cop and the killer. It did not make much sense, but they went well together.

She walked up to him and wrapped an arm around his neck. Smiling, she leaned in and whispered, "Yeah, we do work well together. And I know one activity we are very good at."

She kissed him softly, and broke away smiling. She grabbed his tie and led him towards the bedroom.

Delilah rested her head on Carlton's bare chest. She glanced up at him smiling. He returned the smile, running a hand through her hair. Their naked bodies were warm next to each other, and she enjoyed the feeling.

"Delilah?"

"Mm-hm?" she purred.

"That lunch with O'Hara, are you… I mean will you still go…" He was finding it difficult to form the question he wanted to ask.

"Lunch with blondie? I don't even know why I asked her that," she answered him and shifted her body closer to his. "No worries."

Carlton nodded and closed his eyes for a little bit, but then quickly opened them. "Wait, you didn't answer my questions. Are you still going to go to lunch with her?"

Delilah didn't answer, she was too busy faking sleep.

Juliet stormed into police squad, tired and just wanting some coffee. When she saw Carlton holding a barely sipped coffee cup from the café down the street, she figured it was her lucky day.

"Is that coffee? Great." Juliet grabbed the mug from Carlton's hand. She took a small sip, and got a surprise. Carlton groaned as Juliet let out an "mmm."

She took another sip and tried to figure out what she was drinking. It was mocha, with a hint of caramel and a slight undertone of two other flavors that wherever so subtle she could not put her finger on it.

"What is that? It's really good," Juliet asked, taking yet another gulp of the mystery drink.

"Uh, not mine, I'm strictly black coffee," Carlton told her and quickly walked away from her to his desk.

Juliet shrugged and kept drinking her mocha caramel two other flavors drink. She sat down at her desk.

Lunchtime rolled around and Juliet looked up from her computer screen over to her partner. "Got any lunch plans?" she questioned.

"Yeah, I have a meeting with my divorce lawyer," he answered. He stood up and grabbed his jacket. "See ya in an hour."

"Bye." Juliet watched him walk out and then quickly went to the café down the street for her own lunch date.

Juliet slid into her seat across the table out on the patio and stared at Delilah. "So, why am I here? Planning on killing me?"

"Actually, you shouldn't start any cars soon," Delilah joked, grinning. "No, no, no threats on your life from me. Just a friendly little chat."

"So what are we chatting about?" Juliet asked as the waiter appeared at their table.

"First something to drink," Delilah told her, and then turned to the waiter. "Hi, I'll have a caramel mochacino with a splash of vanilla and just a sprinkle of nutmeg on top, thanks."

The waiter turned to Juliet. "Anything for you?"

"Um… just water with lemon," she told him. As he left, she turned to Delilah and commented, "Complicated drink."

"I'm a complicated gal, you might just find that out if you get to know me," she explained.

"So this is a get to know you chat? 'Cause I'm not really interested," Juliet stated firmly.

Delilah glanced down and just stared at the spot where the plate went for a little bit. Finally she sighed and replied, "I don't have a lot of friends. I have one to be exact. I can't be in the same city as her though or else the FBI will send me off to Arkansas or Alaska or Oklahoma, some place even more boring then Santa Barbara. My other friend, well she died years ago. Sometimes I just need someone to talk to."

Juliet looked away. She wanted to be the mean girl who scoffs and asks, "Who cares?" But she was not that kind of girl. She new Delilah really did needed someone to talk to. "All right, what is it you want to talk about?"

"Well, the thing is-" She was interrupted by the waiter setting doing their drinks. Delilah thanked him and brought the mug up to her lips. The smell wafted over to Juliet and she suddenly got a déjà vu feeling.

"Can I try some of that?" she asked quickly, before Delilah could take a sip.

"Sure."

Juliet took a sip, and the mocha caramel flavored filled her mouth. But then two other flavors joined them, the same two flavors she had not been able to identify in Carlton's drink, they were vanilla and nutmeg. Juliet swallowed and just stared at Delilah. She smiled and asked, "Good, huh?"

Juliet kept staring and finally asked, "You and Carlton aren't just a one night fling, are you?"

Delilah's eyes went wide and she just gaped at Juliet. "No, we're not," she told her softly.

"But, but… he's so by the book and you're a criminal?" Juliet stuttered, trying to piece everything together in her head.

"I know, please don't tell anyone, this would ruin him. We've kept it a secret for so long, please, please don't tell."

"How long?"

"For the past six years, almost seven soon," she answered. Suddenly a smile crept on her face and she asked, "Can I tell you how we met?"