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A/N: New Chapter. Here's what they do and how much Adam may or may not approve. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.

Claire woke up in a tangle of Jack's arms. She could tell that something amazing happened the night before. She couldn't remember at first, but then looked behind his arm and realized that she was wearing that diamond ring. It seemed like a dream. But it was all too real. She was going to become the last Mrs. McCoy.

Then it hit her. Adam. How were they going to tell him? Did he even know about them? There were times when they weren't exactly discrete. But then again, they were engaged and they probably should request new people to work with or transfers to different bureaus. They needed to tell Adam.

Jack stirred in Claire's arms. When he opened his eyes he saw the look in her eyes. She seemed worried. "Are you regretting this?" he asked her.

"What?" she asked him. "Jack, don't you dare."

"I just wanted to-."

"I know what you just wanted to, and stop it. Don't you dare think that I regret saying yes to you. I love you, John James McCoy. I want to marry you. I want to be the last woman to come into your life and never leave it. I love you, Jack. I love you, I love you, I love you. I want to stay with you, Jack." She turned around and kissed Jack sweetly on the lips. "I'm just worried about what Adam will think."

"I don't think he'd care."

Claire smiled and leaned in a little further. "You're right. Let's go. We have some explaining to do." Jack groaned. "Get up, lazy," Claire ordered.

Jack walked into Adam's office first thing the moment they got there. Claire waited outside the door. Adam groaned the minute Jack came in. He knew something was up the moment Jack wandered into the room. He always knew that the minute Jack walked into the office. "What is it now, Jack?" asked Adam.

Jack feigned an appalled look. "What makes you think something's wrong?" Jack asked Adam.

Adam rolled his eyes. "Every time you come into my office early in the morning, it means something's up. Now what did you do?"

"What makes you think I did anything?" Jack asked him. Adam shot Jack a stern look. "I didn't do anything to get me into trouble. I came because Claire told me she wants a transfer."

"To where?"

"White Collar Crimes, if that's possible. She doesn't want to deal with murderers anymore."

"Yeah right," Adam snorted. "Why are you asking me?"

"Well I…uh, that is to say, we…" he continued to stammer. Adam tapped his foot impatiently. "Claire and I have been secretly seeing each other. For two years. We got engaged last night. We can't work together anymore."

"Okay…wait, what? No you haven't. You're just looking for an excuse to get a new partner. No way."

Claire took this as her cue. She strolled into the office causally and planted a fierce kiss on Jack's lips. When her arms encircled his waist afterward, she rested her head against his chest and Jack put an arm around her. "You were saying Adam?" Jack asked smugly.

Adam gaped openly. "What was it that you wanted, Claire?" he asked.

"Put me in White Collar Crimes, Adam," Claire ordered. "When we're married, I don't think I want to bring murder and dead bodies to the table." She turned to look at Jack, "Especially in front of the kids."

"You'll have to get used to Rebecca first, Claire."

"Well, Rebecca can meet me." She then proceeds to look at Adam, noting that the situation was becoming increasingly awkward. "Okay, so it's settled."

"Yes, I'll have the transfer request processed within a week. You should be getting a new assistant right afterwards Jack."

Claire grabbed Jack's hand and the two of them exited the office. "Should I be worried about a new assistant?"

"I wouldn't worry about it Claire. I come home to you, don't I?"

"That's true." Claire smiled and kissed his cheek.