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A/N: Another chapter. Sorry for the refuge spoiler. I didn't think about warning anyone until after I posted it. Please forgive me. And please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.

Playing games
Taking chances
Life lasts
In sweet romances

Love breathes
Love lives
Love tells
What the heart gives

Abbie was in back in her office (far enough away from Jack's office). She looked through her office window to see if Connie, Mike or Jack were on their way to her office. She didn't look out her window for a long period of time, because it had been too much for her. She sunk down to the floor and wept.

A knock startled her. She didn't know if she should answer it. "Hey, it's me," said a familiar voice; one she had become familiar with since meeting her a few months back. "It's Connie. Open up!" she ordered.

Abbie refused. Lucky for Connie, the door was unlocked. She turned the handle and observed an upset Abigail Carmichael. Connie touched Abbie's shoulder and Abbie was instantly enclosing her arms around Connie. As Abbie buried her face in Connie's blouse, Abbie began to talk. All Connie could make out was "Steinman… Ricci… Jack… love… him."

"Abbie, slow down," ordered Connie soothingly. "I can't understand a word that you're saying." Abbie didn't continue to talk. Instead, she kept crying in Connie's chest. "Hey, come on," whispered Connie. "Talk to me."

"Jack," whispered Abbie. "I'm in love with him."

Connie pulled back in shock. "Jack?" asked Connie, "are you sure?"

"Positive. But I don't think he really loves me." Tears began to stream from her eyes again.

Connie pulled Abbie toward her again. "How did you and Mike finally admit it to yourselves?" asked Abbie.

"When I was poisoned," answered Connie. "When I was in the hospital, I finally confessed to Mike. He confessed it back. Jack was our witness."

Abbie looked up so she could see Connie's face. "Do things like this always make you cry?" asked Abbie.

"Yes," answered Connie.

"Is that normal?"

"Yes."

"Then why do I feel like an idiot?" asked Abbie.

"Because something like this probably never happened to you before." She looked down at Abbie. "Who's Ricci?" asked Connie.

"She was a friend of mine back when I first worked with Jack. We'd worked together numerous times in Special Narcotics, but back in 1999, we worked a case together again. All three of us. We were prosecuting members of the Russian mob. She went to go see if a witness and his family were okay, but was murdered in the process."

"Did you sit trial for her murder?" asked Connie curiously.

"I did," admitted Abbie, "and it was the best thing that I'd ever done. I now know that closure exists." She looked at Connie. "You'll get it."

"Yeah, when Woll dies," grumbled Connie. She then emitted a sour chuckle.

Another knock sounded at the door. Connie took it as a cue to leave. When Connie opened the door, it was almost as if she switched places with Jack. "Abbie-," Jack began, but Abbie threw herself at him. She kissed him fiercely until he pulled away. He stroked her cheeks and then leaned in again. "I love you," he whispered, placing kisses along her neck. She moaned in pleasure.

It wasn't long before she realized it was the first time she had sex with someone in the office. And it wasn't just anybody. It was the boss.

Connie, Mike, and Abbie went out for drinks. They were waiting for Lupo and Bernard to contact them with any leads on the case. Connie looked across the table at Connie. She was tossed Abbie a look that said "did you get lucky?"

"Shut up!" yelled Abbie, tossing a crumpled napkin at Connie's forehead.

Connie chuckled and took that for a yes.

Mike was staring at both women. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on when he wasn't around. But Abbie did look unusually happy for a woman that just witnessed a shooting. "Did I miss something?" asked Mike.

"Abbie plus Jack plus empty office equals sex," stated Connie. Abbie kicked Connie under the table and Mike spit out his beer.

"What?" asked Mike incredulously, followed by a muffled wince from Connie.

"You had to open your mouth, didn't you?" asked Abbie. Connie gave a small shrug and turned her attention back to her drink.

"You and Jack?" asked Mike. "Couldn't you have found someone…I don't know…younger?"

"I found Jack." Abbie shot him a look that made her dark eyes look like cold water…and that's not easy for a pair of deep brown eyes.

Mike still stared wide-eyed at his drink. Jack and Abbie? He couldn't see it, but it must have been something.

Abbie was back in Jack's office the next day. She stared at him, and he moved to her side. She was beyond the use for words. She couldn't describe any feeling that she had next to him. He couldn't either. He wanted her right there in that office, but after the previous day. He kissed her, but then pulled back. "Um…until we know where this is going-," began Jack, only to be interrupted by Abbie.

"Mike and Connie already know," she whispered back to him.

"How do they know?" asked Jack. "Oh no. You didn't…tell them, did you?"

"Relax," ordered Abbie, placing both hands on his shoulders and kissing him lightly on the lips, "I told Connie I was in love with you. After our little…ah…encounter in my office, she deduced what happened from the stupid grin that I had on my face. Then she told Mike."

"Those two are like teenagers," complained Jack.

"But they never had sex in the office," speculated Abbie.

Just then, a gunshot sounded throughout the room, barely missing Jack and Abbie. Jack pulled Abbie down before the second shot sounded. Jack clutched Abbie to his side. After about ten minutes (which felt like eternity), Mike and Connie burst through the doors, panting from fear. "Are you two okay?" asked Connie, pulling the two of them off the floor and into a hug.

"Yeah, we're fine," whispered Abbie. "Where did that come from?"

"I have no idea," answered Connie, looking back at the window.