Kate woke up the next morning and looked groggily and around her room. She sighed and began pulled herself out of bed in effort, wondering if Jack's letter would come today. Before her feet touched the cold hard wood floor her heart gave a great leap. All of lasts night's memories came rushing back to her. Her and Jacks late night call, how he had wanted to kill him self (a great shudder ran through her body at this) and had called her in his time of need. She recollected the phone conversation in her mind. When she reached the end of it her heart fell. They had agreed to only use the phone for emergencies. Only for emergencies? What had she been thinking? She had been thinking that, although she would love to talk to Jack on the phone for hours, he was the one who suggested the idea and she didn't want to freak him out. She rubbed her head, her excitement from last night fading and her tiredness crept back up on her. She got ready for work lazily and met Claire downstairs for breakfast.

"Who in the name that is all good and holy called you last night?" Claire asked in a thick Australian accent. Although Kate and Claire were cousins, they looked completely different. One blonde hair and the other brown, hazel-green eyes next to blue eyes, although both of them were slender, their body types were still quite different. Claire was born in Australia and lived there till she was 13. Her dad transferred to New York were Kate had been living when she younger. Kate and Claire quickly became good friends but when Claire was 18 she went back to Australia to study for three years. The two friends re-united a year ago with Claire's baby in San Jose.

"It was Jack!" Kate giggled when she saw Claire's jaw drop.

"Is this new?!" Claire gasped. "Or having you always been having secret, mysterious, late night calls with the sexy and disturbed doctor?" They both burst into a fit of giggles.

"First, no I haven't. This is brand new. Second, he's not disturbed and third he's not…" Kate trailed off. Again, she found it odd she had new him quite well, had talked to him on the phone, and had basically saved his life last night and she didn't even know what he looked like. "He may be sexy. On the phone he said he wasn't a looker…but his voice…" Kate swooned. "Claire, his voice, is like…heavenly. He sounds so good." Claire giggled happily.

"Are you going to call him again? Or is he going to call you? What? You are paying for the long distance." Claire added. Kate nodded and grinned.

"No…we agreed only for emergencies…but I do want to call him again. I just didn't want to say 'oh, Jack, look, I think I might have a thing for you and would love to talk to you some more because you are amazing and your voice is astonishingly attractive. Please call me.' Yeah. That would sound great." Kate snapped.

"You could have just…you could just call him with an emergency!"

"I'm not lying to him." Kate said harsher then she meant to. "He's important to me and relationship shouldn't be built on lies." Claire's smile faded.

"What relationship, Kate?" Claire asked. "Kate…you can't…I mean, it is possible but you've been talking to him for what…5 months?" Kate nodded. "Look…I know how much he means to you, but you don't know if he feels the same way. Figure that out first before you plan to meet him. He might be real jerk, and he might not even care all that much about you." Claire watched as Kate's face crumbled slightly. She hugged her and kissed her hair gently before going up stairs to get Aaron and leaving Kate in the kitchen, nearly heartbroken.

*

Jack sat in his office, head on his desk. Lance stood over him, rubbing his back awkwardly. "I'll tell the little boy about…everything if you want…" Lance suggested. Jack nodded into his arms. "Is the pen pal working?" Lance asked. Jack sighed and nodded. "Doesn't look like it. You went home last night in tears, Jack. I saw you crying in your car."

"I called her last night." Jack explained.

"Oh?"

"Yeah…it was good. I really like her." Jack couldn't help but smile slightly and was glad Lance couldn't see it.

"Are you…do you have a thing for this girl?" He asked, his voice sounding slightly judging.

"No...no…" Jack said quickly. "Well…I mean…I wish I could talk to her again tonight." He rubbed his eyes against his sleeves. "But nothing can happen because…well…she lives far away and I just, I can't. It would be too hard." Lance sighed and patted Jacks back one last time before leaving his office.

Jack sighed and rubbed his head, tears welling in his eyes. As much as he wished he could be with Kate he felt he shouldn't. She probably didn't even want him. Who in there right mind would want him? No matter what she said in the letters she might be just saying so he wouldn't kill himself. Anyone would say that, especially Kate, just so that he won't kill himself. She might not be falling in love with him, not the way he feared he might be falling for her. And even if she did, it was just one relationship. It wasn't like they'd go to the end of the earth for each other. If it were like that, the long distance might be worth it.

*

The next morning Kate opened the mail box and extremely happy to see a letter from Jack. She saw the back of a picture he had sent and felt of surge of excitement but decided to wait until she was done the letter.

Dear Kate,

Mmmm…a name? Maybe call it…gee I dunno…

Sexy Dogs? Oh no. The Random Bone strikes again! Kidding!

But really, I have no idea. I'm terrible with names and what not. But it should be something really classy and sexy.

What do you think of me? My photo I mean.

Surprisingly, there are still good guys in the world, Kate. You just have to go looking for them. And don't think I'm some glorified guy. Cause I'm not. I'm just a normal dude. I'm not a god or something. Well…maybe a sex god. But that's it. Hahaha.

Of course I'd pick you over her, never doubt that.

Does it make me sound sick to be glad you were jealous of her? Probably. But I am.

As sexy as grocery shopping on a Friday is, sleeping in and watching T.V. on the couch on a Saturday night is even more of turn on. Well, okay, that's not my plans every Saturday night.

Of course I know how to woe a girl…only when I want to though…

So, I made a list of 20 questions that are simple and we both have to answer them, just so we can know more about each other. And don't mock my questions okay? They are simple.

Favorite color: Peach…don't ask. I find it pretty…

Favorite animal: Ducks…don't ask…they are cute. Oh god. Whatever. They just are…

Hobbies: Mostly just reading, I don't have a lot of hobbies, being a doctor, but I really love golf. Gee, what a surprise.

Favorite food: Peas and heated cheese sauce. Yummmyyyyy. Oh and chocolate of course.

Favorite time of day: Early, early, early, morning. Its so peaceful.

Favorite sport: Golf or football.

Favorite holiday: Easter. Chocolate is goooooood.

Favorite movie: The omen, the new one. I love a good scary one. Especially on dates.

Favorite book: Harry Potter kicks some serious ass. But so does Stephen King's IT. Tough choice.

Favorite band: Shiny Toy Guns, ACDC, Aerosmith, U2

Favorite T.V. Show: Probably…Wet and Wild Western Girls on Wednesdays. Kidding! Just joking. My favorite would have to be CSI: Miami, either that or Grays Anatomy.

Favorite drink: Grape juice or really, really old red wine from France. Yuummmyyy. Oh yum.

Choose: Spend a date at amusement park or a romantic dinner? : Amusement park, then I'd take her for a romantic dinner, then back to my place for a scary movie.

Favorite place to vacation: Somewhere in Europe or maybe in third world country helping out. And I mean that. Truly, I do.

Childhood hero: My dad. Ironic isn't it. And superman. I thought he was the best.

Well that's all I got. I know these questions are stupid but so what. I like them!

Always appreciative of his pen pal, happily,

Jack

Kate giggled happily while reading his letter. She loved hearing from him and more then anything she loved seeing what he wrote about picking Ana over her and what he wrote about wanting to woe a girl. Did he actually want to woe her? Kate felt dizzy. Kate looked down at the photo shaking in her hands. She grazed her fingers over the photo she couldn't yet see. She closed her eyes and held her breath then flipped over the photo. She slowly opened her eyes but didn't look. She was too nervous but finally, with a huge grin in her face she looked down.

Kate gasped and actually toppled over backwards, her back breaking the fall against the wall where she slid to the ground starting at the photo. Jack was GORGEOUS!!! The photo had him dark wash jeans that fitted him perfectly, he wore a moss green sweater that hugged his body in all the right ways. He stood next to a Christmas tree, holding a coffee mug and leaning against a fire place with a big grin on his face. He was muscular and tall, with some scruff and handsome face. Kate couldn't believe this was the man she had been taking to. She was utterly embarrassed, all those things she had said to him, all the sex jokes and embarrassing, childish flirting. She was red in the face and she wanted to bury her self in the ground and never reappear.

Just then there was knocking at her bedroom door. Kate leapt for the bed, holding Jacks picture and stuffed herself completely under the covers to hide her red and distraught face.

"Kate?" Claire's voice came. "Kate? Are you ill?" Kate moaned something into her pillow. "I'm sorry, what?" Kate stretched her hand out of the covers and handed Jacks photo over. "Holy crap!" Claire shrieked and jumped on the bed. "This is Jack?" She screamed jumping up and down on the bed. "THIS is Jack?" Claire kept jumping. "Marry him! Lay him! Have his babies!" Kate just shoved her head into her pillow harder, shoved her butt in the air and pushed her head in the best board while moving her legs in place, keeping the top of her head firmly against the wood. "Go to L.A! I'll give you time off! Jump on him! Do it! Do it!" Claire flopped down beside Kate. "What's wrong?" She asked patting her back. "Kate?" Kate finally pulled her head up.

"I made a fool of myself. Sending him stupid flirty letters! I must have looked so dumb to him! He could get any girl! ANY girl! And he gets me sending him stupid ass letters! Ugh!" And with that Kate threw her head back onto the pillow. "Why?!" She bellowed into it.

"Kate!" Claire cried pulling her back. "Kate! Kate! Calm down! What's wrong!? Kate, he flirted back did he not?" Kate nodded slowly.

"Yeah…kind of."

"Then why are you embarrassed? If he flirted back, but he could have any girl, that stands for something." Claire paused and studied her face. "Why are you so pale?" She asked slowly.

"I have to send him a picture now."