A/N: Thank you for (most of) your reviews! However, this is the first time I felt I had to delete some of them. Since it's the first time maybe I'm overreacting right now, and I'm sorry for that, and sorry for all reading this without having anything to do with it, but - please don't try to blackmail me. If you read this story I'm happy, if you write me something about it I'm happier, but if you don't, for whatever reasons, well - don't.

Sun crept through the windows, gilding the room. As the first light reached Eddie's face she turned around and pretended not to see it. It was still night, she needed to sleep and go back to her dream. Valentine's Day, with ice all around – just like in "Frozen". The memory made Eddie groan.
Jamie had planned to watch the movie with his niece and nephews but eventually Nicki had declined – math test. Since he had already bought the tickets, Jamie had asked Eddie to join them.
She still didn't know much about the story. There was this girl icing the world… without noticing it? Noticing it? And there was good music, a snowman, eventually another girl and, of course, a guy. One of those computer-animated men that should trigger adoring and love and giggling with 98% of the heterosexual women between the age of sixteen and sixty. To Eddie, however, he had seemed kind of plain and boring – okay, his world was freezing to the ground, but he didn't have to care for his two nephews, and he wasn't friendly to everyone and taking everyone serious and… and he was by no means as handsome as Jamie.
In the end she had used her observation skills mostly to watch her TO, and his love for Jack and Sean had made her heart melt despite the ice onscreen.
Two days later, Sean had been kidnapped.

The alarm clock went on. Still grumbling, Eddie dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. Sun. No more snow. And Ed Rickers.
She really should go back to bed and pretend to have overslept. For the next five days.

But then Jamie would really be worried about her, and he would try to… ice reached through the memory to Eddie's heart. If Jamie was feeling that she wasn't honest to him, he would ask her partner. The mere thought of her partner made her stomach turn, but imagining him and Jamie was even worse. They were about as opposed as could be, and… just no. She would not have the two of them come together just because of her.
Jamie was right. She used to be different, stronger, more engaged in life – in life around and in her own. And having the prospect of Friday she would get there again.

This time she saw him from a distance, and her heart, sunk down on the way, leapt up. Jamie smiled at her, holding to cups of coffee in his hands. Eddie frowned. From his look one of them was meant for her, but shouldn't he care for his rookie first?
"Where's Taylor?"
"Good morning to you, too." Jamie laughed. "He doesn't drink coffee."
That was such a crazy comment that Eddie forgot to feel embarrassed. "You're joking."
"Wish I would. You know how awkward coffee breaks get when your rookie's sitting like a stone next to you?"
"Uhm… no." Eddie inhaled the strong and vital aroma of caffeine, then took a sip and sighed. "No, I really can't."
She noticed Jamie looking at her and quickly buried her face in the cup again. When she had to run back from the hot beverage, though, she found his eyes still resting on her face. It made the butterflies, already twirling from the caffeine (even though coffee shouldn't work on imaginative insects) go completely crazy. For a moment Eddie lost track of where exactly was up and down, but as Jamie didn't look worried now she assumed nobody saw it.
Still, it was odd. She hadn't been this childishly swooning when she had seen Jamie regularly. Actually…

"A penny for your thoughts."
Eddie swallowed. "That's all it worth to you? What if I want a kingdom?"
Laughing, Jamie shook his head. Then he became serious once again. "See? That was what I meant."
Eddie tensed. "Coffee?"
Wrong answer. The laughter disappeared from his face, and Eddie cursed herself.
"Jamie, I'm…"
"You. You are different. You're how I know you." He moved closer to her, his hand reaching up as if to touch her cheek but then rested on her arm instead. "What's wrong, Eddie?"

Wrong is that I am not with you.
Eddie forced herself to hold the glance calmly. "Nothing I can't handle by myself, Jamie. I'm ready for this. And just that it's different now doesn't mean it's bad. Not automatically."

"Hey, partner, you wanna go in civvies today? I mean it wouldn't look too bad!"

Her stomach turned. "Okay, with him it is bad, but…"
Jamie walked towards Ed.