These scenes take place during"Deadweight" S2E4.

Filling in a few of the blanks with what I imagine may have taken place!

Enjoy!

Phryne's breath rushed out of her lungs as strong hands wrapped around her waist and slowly lifted her down to the ground. They steadied her lightly, allowing her to turn in their grasp. Losing herself in an admiring pair of dark eyes, she barely heard him as he spoke to her. He pressed tickets for the fight into her hand, along with a suggestion none to subtle that they meet later. Giorgios the Greek was darkly handsome, and his eyes and smile promised things to which Phryne's thoughts urged her to respond.

Phryne felt her flirting instincts respond to his offer to let her see " more" of him, and her eyes appreciatively wandered down his barely concealed form as he sauntered away. But there was something missing, she could tell that it would be superficial, not that that isn't what she indulged in many times before but somehow this time felt different.

Turning swiftly on her heel, she landed full force against the man standing quietly behind her. She realized now that she'd sensed him near, but hadn't realized just how near! Jack! Startled, she felt frozen in place, pressed against his chest by the force of her turn for a moment, she couldn't seem to move away. Quickly she took a step back, Phryne knew he was giving her his best policeman's stare without even looking up to meet his eyes. Finally drawing in a quick breath she dodged around the immovable Inspector, calling back that he should look on the corner of one the green tents for the knife, their suspected murder weapon.

She made a mad dash around the corner of another tent, stopping to lean against a bench for a moment, finally catching her breath. Phryne could feel the detective's imprint along her body, still experiencing the sparks set off by their brief contact from her breast to her thighs. Lifting her hands to cheeks slightly flushed, amazed that her body was reacting as it was.
After all the liaisons over all the years, the many men she'd thoroughly enjoyed having sex with, how could she be so flustered by what was a fleetingly casual contact? She hadn't even responded like this to Giorgios holding her in his arms moments before.

Taking another deep breath, checking her hat and straightening her shoulders, Phryne strode away telling herself how ridiculous she was acting and to get her thoughts under control. Whatever this aberration had been she was not going to dwell on it.
Unfortunately, she knew full well she was only fooling herself. She had Jack Robinson in her blood, and she knew it would be next to impossible to get him out. Not that she'd really tried. She rather liked him there!

A bit later that day Phryne parked her Hispano near Big Arthur's tents, wandering towards the shore as she waited for the Inspector to arrive. Jack wanted to pick up Freckles Delahunty for questioning, and of course Phryne wanted to be there.

She approached the ice cream man that Dot had spoken to earlier, and bought a cone from him hoping to coax some more information from him, o"nly to have the man clam up when the Inspector pulled up. No mistaking his police car, or the purposeful walk of a man confident in himself, and in his position as a senior member of the constabulary.

Phryne's gaze may have been on his face, but she was soaking in the full effects of Jack Robinson striding towards her. Remembering past conversations, she knew that if Jack had any idea of his appeal, he would be the one considered lethal. He turned more than his fair share of heads as he approached her across the park, but was oblivious to it all. Hands in his coat pockets, hat tilted just so to shade his hazel eyes, the tips of his lips just hinting at a smile as he glanced at the cone in her hand, asking "Ice cream Miss Fisher? Re-living a childhood memory?"

"No, Inspector, just fulfilling another of my childhood dreams!"

Offering her his arm, he lead them towards the rotunda that overlooked the beach. Remembering her reaction to colliding with him that morning, Phryne felt the subtle hum of excitement again as he held her hand snugly against his side.

" Aren't you here to look for Freckles?" She asked, his hand now at her elbow, steady as they moved in step up to the shaded platform. At the top Jack leaned casually against a pillar, his grasp still at her elbow, swinging her in to face him. The air lifted her scarf to brush against his chest, her hands longing to follow its path. Blue eyes softly caught by his smiling hazel gaze, her hand lifted unconsciously to trace the shape of his ear, drift down his neck to stop at his crisp collar. Tingling fingertips resting on his tie, she gently tugged it straight.

Releasing her elbow so she could step back, gaining the breathing space she found she desperately needed, he looked pointedly at her melting ice cream, calmly stating "Just taking a break, enjoying the view, perhaps thinking of going fishing."

"Really Inspector?"she laughed as she licked the nearly dripping cone. "And how do you figure that?"

"Nothing better than an afternoon by the seaside" Jack smiled enigmatically.

Slightly puzzled, she turned away, gaily replying "Except for a thrilling ride on the Scenic Railway. Dot refuses to come with me."

"I don't blame her." He smoothly answered, watching her from his post as she taunted him further.

"Dont tell me you're scared too!"

Deceptively calm, he answered her with "Is that a challenge?" Tilting his head, allowing the smile in his eyes to finally reach his lips.

"If it makes it more enticing?" Phryne threw back at him with her usual coquettish smirk.

From below a nasty voice calls out "Missus that's my spot".

Turning in disbelief, Phryne glared down at the speaker. Jack's smile disappears as he finally steps away from the pillar, re-acquiring his policeman's persona he firmly states "Freckles Delahunty. Inspector Jack Robinson. I think it's time we had a chat."

As he starts for the steps, he quickly turned back to her. With devilish mischief in his eyes that she'd not seen before, he tosses back at her, "Thank you for going fishing with me this afternoon Miss Fisher, especially as you were my bait!"

Thoroughly enjoying the wide eyes and slight gasp she gave as Phryne realizes what he'd done, he turns and practically skips down the steps. For once, Jack thought, he'd been the one to get in the last word! And did it ever feel good!