AN: Wow, so nobody liked chapter two, huh? Tough crowd. Posted that and got absolutely no response from it, review, favorite, follow or otherwise.

Hmm.

Hope this goes over better.

AN2: Okay, now that last episode was a little better. Hopefully this last chapter is too.

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She was rethinking the wisdom of this particular fancy, but she supposed it was too late now.

She shivered in the elevator, wrapping her aubergine trench coat tighter around her. She hadn't anticipated how cold it was. She looked up when the elevator dinged and stepped out into the corridor. The precinct was illuminated by just a few lights, one of them a desk lamp on Nick's desk, files and photos strewn across the surface. She glanced at them and looked away, not needing to see those before she saw Nick.

Hank's desk was clean and devoid of detritus, but then he had been on vacation for the last four days, hence Nick's inclination to stay late and try to make some progress on his case. Nick, however, after calling Adalind at work and letting her know he would be home late, was nowhere to be seen.

That had been four hours ago, and it was now going on eleven. She spied his coat draped over the back of his chair so he hadn't left yet. She pondered where he might be; central station was vast, but this time of night most of the other portions and offices were locked up.

The jail? Well, she wasn't going there. Interrogation? She would've thought he would need someone with him, Sean or some other ranking officer, but Sean's office was dark, too, and she didn't think he had another detective assigned to him while Hank was away.

She bit her lip and pondered a few other possibilities. Well, her best bet was probably to wait here at his desk.

She had almost taken a seat when she heard his voice, and then stiffened as she realized he probably wasn't talking to himself. She straightened, and turned to look where the sound was coming from and spied Nick and Wu, heads bent close in conversation. She pasted on a bright smile, seconds before Wu glanced up and saw her.

"Hey Adalind, you're here late," Wu said, and Nick locked eyes with her and gave her a curious look.

"Everything okay?" he asked, looking her over, eyes sweeping over her face and body, looking for injuries or bullet wounds or whatever else he was searching for.

"Yeah," she said, "Just...came to see how you were doing," she said, and hoped the excuse was enough. Probably not, judging by the look Nick gave her, but he let it slide without further comment.

He grabbed a couple of articles off his desk behind her, and Adalind furrowed her brow at them, one finger pointing at weird knife-like piece in recognition.

"Is that a-"

"Yeah," Nick said.

"Wow. Haven't seen one of those in long time," she said, and Nick and Wu looked at her. Amazing how easily they forgot she had been a hexenbiest.

"Do you want me to take that down to evidence?" Wu asked him.

"No, I can log it. I think we're about finished here anyway," Nick said to him, glancing at Adalind. "Go ahead and head on home. We can pick it up again tomorrow."

"Rodger that. Night," Wu said to Adalind.

"Night," Adalind replied with a nod, and looked back at Nick.

"Are you the only one here?" she asked him.

"No, there's a couple of detectives upstairs from the fifth working a case, and the janitorial staff is around here somewhere."

Good to know.

"I'm just going to take these down to evidence and I'll be right back. Maybe we can grab a quick bite to eat before we head home. Italian?" he asked.

Evidence. Perfect.

"I don't think anything like that is open, and I can come with you, right? I mean it will only be a minute," she flashed a brief smile and he quirked an eyebrow at her but he said nothing as she hurried to match his steps. He glanced at her again when she stood at his side in the elevator, and she flashed him another smile, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. He punched the elevator button for the floor where evidence was held and turned to look at her.

"Did it start raining?" he asked and Adalind's smile dimmed a little, wondering what he was talking about.

"Huh?"

"You've got water on your coat," he pointed, and she looked down at her sleeves. "Did it start raining?"

"Oh. Yeah," she said, remembering a light rain had been falling earlier. He nodded, and fingered a lock of her hair contemplatively before they arrived at their floor and he pulled his hand away.

"I'll just be a few minutes. I need to log it in," Nick said. "If you want to take a seat there on a bench," he added, but she shook her head.

"No, I'll come with, if that's okay," she said and he stopped with his hand on the door and gave her another look.

"What?"

"What's going on?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. I've always wanted to see the evidence room," she said and he gave her an incredulous look and shook his head.

He entered in a passcode and the door buzzed, and the sound of an electronic lock sliding was heard. Nick held the door open for her and then brushed past her into the room. She heard the door click shut and the lock re-engage.

"Are we locked in?" she asked, and Nick shook his head absently. "It opens from the inside, don't worry."

She nodded and untied her coat, looking around. It was a large but cramped space, filled with rows and rows of shelves and boxes.

"Wow," Adalind said, mostly to fill the silence, "this is where you keep all the stuff you find on your cases, huh? Like murder weapons and such?"

"Tell it goes to trial," he replied, scribbling something in a binder on the desk in the entry way. "Adalind, what are you doing?"

She turned her attention back to Nick, who had stopped writing and was still looking at her suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" she asked anxiously.

"I mean, why are you here?" he said, tossing his pen on the desk and turned to face her, leaning with ankles crossed against the desk.

"I wanted to see you," she said, which was true, but his brow furrowed in disbelief.

"Uh-huh," he said, fixing her with his cop stare.

"What? I missed you. Sometimes I do, you know," she added a tad defensively.

"Right," he replied.

Well, she wasn't going to let that deter her, not after she had travelled all this way and finally had him alone. She had hoped to do this elsewhere, his desk, or maybe one of the interrogation rooms, but this was just as good a place as any.

"I missed you, and I thought I might come down here and see you and do something about it," she added seductively, sliding her hands over his neck and face before she kissed him. He responded readily enough, his mouth warm and inviting over hers, and they stayed lip-locked for a few seconds before Adalind broke away.

"See? Are you telling me you didn't miss me at all today?"

"Maybe a little," he said, with a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. She pouted prettily and ran her hands down his chest, grabbing onto the zippered edges of his hoodie, pulling him to her again. He shifted easily, this time moving away from the desk to wrap an arm around her and she bent her neck back as he moved to stand closer, his mouth fused over hers, the kiss more intense. She ran a hand through his hair and he broke away, with a pant after a long moment.

"Just a little, huh?" she said with a grin. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Maybe more," he admitted. He ran his fingers through her hair and frowned. "Did you curl your hair?" he asked.

She touched her hair lightly with her finger tips, trying to pat it in to place. "Oh, yeah, I gave it a little touch up."

"Wasn't it straight this morning?" Nick asked, and she narrowed her eyes, forgetting how observant he could be at times, those cop eyes registering details far more closely or frequently than she sometimes was aware of.

"The rain makes it curl," she said, hoping he would buy it. He nodded absently, eyes looking her over carefully, touching the collar of her coat. She realized that she had elicited his attention, and not the variety she had been anticipating. He had determined something was up, and now he was trying to determine what that something was.

Adalind shivered again, and pulled away, flipping the collar of her coat up. She was still cold, despite the brief flush of warmth with having Nick so close, and Nick's eyes narrowed in on her behavior.

"Are you cold?" he asked, running his hands up and down over her arms.

"A little," she said.

"Are you wearing anything under there?" he asked, half-joking and Adalind could tell by his tone that he wouldn't be prepared for her response.

"No."

He stopped rubbing her arms and looked at her. She bit her lip at his expression, his eyes narrowing in on her collar, and she unbuttoned her coat and held it open for him to see.

Parenthood had interrupted what should have been a sexual trifecta a couple of weeks ago, and Adalind had decided it was time to try to rectify that.

His eyes widened comically as he took in her bare breasts, stomach—everything—presented to him and he grabbed the edges of the coat she held and jerked her forward, closing it over her again.

"Jesus, Adalind, we're in a police station," he said, his voice half strangled.

"I know," she replied. "Alone. Seems a shame to waste this opportunity," she added and he looked at her incredulously.

"We're all alone down here. Secluded. Locked in," she said added pressing her body against his and finding his mouth.

"You can't be serious," he said when they broke apart.

"Do I look like I'm not serious," she said, moving back and allowing the coat to fall open again. She didn't miss the way his eyes roamed over her, lingering on her breasts and the nipples hard and erect, from the cold air hitting them and the rough fabric of her coat, and thinking what Nick might do to her.

"We uh—we uh...should…really…" he said, and Adalind smiled, recognizing capitulation when she heard it. A moment later his hand brushed against her breast, cupping it gently, thumb brushing over the nipple. "Jesus, Adalind," he said again, and her smile widened in victory and she tugged on his belt, pulling him closer.

A second later his mouth was fused with hers, hungrily running his hands over her body underneath her trench coat, and she slipped his belt open. He moved her back against the cage door, and pressed her against it, hands grabbing everywhere, cupping her cheeks as they moved south. She slipped her hands under his shirt and he jumped a little from the unexpectedly cool fingers against his skin.

"Seriously, we can't be doing this," he said, panting loudly near her ear, and she shrugged and unbuttoned his jeans.

"Looks like we are," she replied and he grabbed her hands and stilled them before she could slide down the zipper.

"Adalind," he said, closing his eyes and swallowing hard. "We can't be doing this here," he managed to get out.

Okay. Obviously he was going to take some convincing. She had expected a little more throwing her over a desk and having his way with her and not so much resistance when she thought this up. Well, she could be quite convincing if need be.

She knelt down on her knees, hands still on his zipper and looked up at him. "Are you sure?" she asked, eyes big and wide, mouth seductive, and Nick closed his eyes with a groan. She ran a finger along the bulge pressing against her hands, stroking the length. "Seems like you want to," she noted.

"Adalind," he said again in a choked voice, but he loosened his grip over her hands and she smiled another smile of victory and slid his zipper down. A moment later he was in her mouth, hardening rapidly. She worked him over, biting down a smile when she heard him gasp and moan, noting he wasn't near as chatty now, and if she kept this up he probably wouldn't be coherent, either.

He ran his fingers through her hair, and she met his eyes and he watched her for a while, tongue and mouth licking and sucking. He closed his eyes for a moment when she did something sinful and opened them again with a look of challenge in reply.

God, she loved that look. She felt herself get even more wet in response and after a few more minutes of enjoying her ministrations he jerked his hips away and made a motion she should stand. She released him and slowly got to her feet, enveloped by Nick once again, and she welcomed the delicious warmth of his body against hers, his erection pressing against her stomach.

She moaned in pleasure when she felt his scruff rub against her cheek and neck, his mouth moving steadily south until it covered first one, and then the other breast. She was warming rapidly under his touch, a steady thrum of blood pushing through her veins, heading south, pooling right where his fingers were stroking. She felt his chin brush against her stomach, his mouth following, fingers slipping inside and she closed her eyes for a moment with a sigh.

She opened them a second later when she heard him shift, clothes rustling as he knelt down, pulling her tight against him, fingers still working steadily to bring her to a peak. His mouth brushed over her breasts again, tongue swirling around each rosy bud. Adalind ran her fingers through his hair moaning as the pressure increased, fingers stroking. She tilted his head back to look at her, kissed him soundly, and Nick stood quickly to move his pants. She helped slide them over his hips, down his legs, Nick setting his gun holster on a nearby chair, before pulling her against him again.

He sunk down to his knees again, mouth burning a path down her abdomen and she felt his fingers slip back inside of her, body tightening in anticipation. His mouth kept drifting lower making her throb with the thought of him reaching his destination, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and ass, removing those magic fingers, just short of his goal, and he pulled her down onto his lap.

"Nick," she breathed in admonishment and he smiled and kissed her, and she ground against his erection, smiling when she heard him suck in a breath. He brushed the coat off her shoulders onto the floor behind her. He pulled her legs around him, and then bent forward, gently depositing her on the floor, her coat underneath, legs wrapped tightly around him as he adjusted his position and slid into her.

They both closed their eyes, allowing her a moment to adjust, enjoy the feel of each other, and then he began to move, mouth ghosting over her face before finding her lips again, moving her leg higher up on his hip. The air was cool around them, Adalind would probably be cold were it not for the man moving above her, setting her on fire right now. Distantly she was aware of the coolness of the floor even through her coat, as Nick thrust and rocked against her.

She was tightening again, her release not long, especially with the attention Nick was giving her. She had been dreaming of this for the last six hours and now she was minutes from finding her release. Nick rocked into her harder, Adalind sliding slightly along with the fabric of her coat against the cold tile. She tightened her legs around Nick's waist, and Nick pulled away from her mouth. He thrust into her, rocking his hips in a bruising rhythm, urged on by Adalind's breathy encouragement.

She came hard, shuddering and moaning Nick's name as he kept up the pace. She watched him continue to pound into her, jaw tightening as he felt his own release start to coil in his body. She still twitched and spasmed with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He locked eyes with her, hips starting to move erratically, thrusts harder and faster, until he came within her, eyes closing in pleasure as he emptied himself inside her. He kept thrusting until both were spent and then stopped, gasping for breath, the backs of Adalind's thighs slick with sweat.

He let out a loud exhale, Adalind unhooking her legs from around his waist, suddenly feeling the chill in the air without him moving above her. Her nipples were still pert and erect, and Adalind fingered them gently, tugging on the peaks, lips curling into a smile while Nick tracked her hands. She let go of her breasts, hands moving to Nick's face. Nick pulled his eyes away from her bare chest and leaned forward slowly and kissed her long and deep. He pulled away and Adalind sat up on her elbows, both of them still breathing heavily in silence of the room.

It smelled like sex, like Nick, his shower gel and cologne amplified with sweat and exertion. She wondered if he was considering round two, and Adalind rather thought she wouldn't mind being bent over the desk where Nick had been filling out his log earlier, legs spread, Nick rocking into her strong and deep. He pulled out of her, and attempted to get to his feet, almost tripping over the pants around his calves before he found his footing enough to sort of tip back into a chair behind him.

He made quite the sight, sweaty, satisfied, spent, his dick still wet and partially erect lying against his thigh. He looked at her, eyes roving over her mussed, tangled hair, thighs red, nipples red and bruised, Adalind wanting, hoping for more of him. It had been just as incredible as she had imagined and she didn't regret giving into the idea when it had taken her. Her coat was wrinkled; the lining was probably ruined, but there was nothing like being well and thoroughly fucked by Nick Burkhardt.

Nick was never going to be able to come down to evidence without the image of her going down on him right here in this room, or her writhing on the floor underneath him.

He blew out a breath. "Wow," he said after a moment and Adalind grinned smugly.

"You're welcome," she said, and he looked at her and smiled briefly.

"Never thought I'd do that here, of all places," he said, after another moment.

Yeah, he had definitely liked that. One fantasy—one shared fantasy, apparently, checked off the list. Adalind sat up and wrapped her coat around her, goose pimples popping up on her skin where the warm flush was fading.

Nick grabbed a box of Kleenex off the desk, offered it to Adalind, and cleaned himself up and righted his clothes again.

Apparently one round of sex in the evidence locker was all she was going to get.

Still, she couldn't say he hadn't met his end of the partnership with zeal. He stood and held a hand down to help her off the floor. She gripped his hand with her smaller, delicate one, and he tugged her to her feet. She smoothed down her trench coat, and started to button it back up, before Nick's finger brushed her hand aside, taking one more view of her naked body, hands skimming down her side before pulling her tight against him in a bruising kiss.

She grinned widely when he came up for breath, her eyes dancing and he smirked at her expression.

"What?" he asked.

"It was a good idea, huh?" she said, and he shook his head, long lashes fanning his cheeks as he looked down into her eyes.

"Certainly one of your more enjoyable ones," he said.

"All my ideas are enjoyable, thank you."

"Maybe for you," Nick retorted, but he kissed her again and then pulled away. "What was I doing when I came down here?" he asked. "Ah, yes, logging evidence."

He found his pen on the desk and went back to filling out the sheet while Adalind finished buttoning her coat back up and cinched the belt around her waist. When he was done he turned back to her, holding his arms out theatrically to the door.

"Shall we, my love?"

Adalind felt her heart flutter at his words, her smile softening. She nodded and straightened her posture regally and he followed her to the door.

"Uh, Nick," she said when she tried the knob and it didn't move. "The door."

"What?"

"It won't open."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I thought you said it opened from the inside."

"It should."

She turned to Nick, eyes wide, and he said, "Here, step aside, let me try."

She moved to the side and watched him do the same thing she did a half dozen times before staring in consternation at the door.

"Uh-oh," he said, and she looked at him with dread.

"Uh-oh? What uh-oh. What does that mean?" she asked, trying the door again.

"Uhhhh…I think we're stuck," Nick replied.

"What!" She tried it more furiously. "Nick!"

She tried the door, banging her hand on it before turning in disbelief to Nick, who had his arms crossed over his chest watching her.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, and then grinned. He leaned over the desk and a moment later she heard the door buzz and unlatch and swiveled from the door back to Nick to glare.

"Really?" she said, unimpressed.

"The look on your face," Nick replied with a boyish smile.

Ahh, yes, that charmingly stupid sense of humor he sometimes got when sex had short-circuited his brain. Had she really found it so charming?

"Really? After what we just did," she said, watching him press the button to call the elevator. The doors opened immediately and Nick placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her inside.

"What?"

"Nothing, just this is the gratitude I get for brightening up your Thursday night."

"You know what, you can take it out on me when we get home. It's only fair."

"Don't you wish."

"Oh I do wish. And you know what, I don't think you should go easy on me. I really need to learn the lesson."

"Oh you will, don't worry," she replied with a dark look, biting down a smile that threatened to surface.

He grinned and watched her sashay out the elevator. She untied and unbuttoned her coat, turned and flashed him one last time with a wicked smile.

"I assume, you're right behind me," she said.

"Oh, I will be."

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