A/N: Sorry for the late posting, life got in the way. There were two scenes from Shadow that I really wanted to do so I did them both. It will be posted in two parts, the first one from Daniel's point of view and the second from Kate's. So here you go, The Kiss (don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about).

9. Shadow (Daniel)

She didn't believe him. He could have maybe made it through being set-up by Probert if she believed him. But she didn't and he could feel the pain settling low in his gut, a sharp cutting pain that demanded constant attention.

He barely remembered the handcuffs getting put on him or the walk to the elevator. She didn't believe him and that was all that mattered. The buzzing of a taser and the bang of Probert collapsing brought him out of his funk. Kate was letting him out of the handcuffs and making jokes and he can't wrap his mind around it.

"I thought you didn't believe me." He was beyond confused at this point.

"Probert was standing right there; I had to pretend to believe him." The pain disappeared and he could breathe again, she believed him.

For an FBI agent, Probert was spectacularly heavy and he has no idea how they managed to get him down to the parking garage and into the boot of Kate's car without anyone noticing (that really should have been a major clue that things were not as they seemed but he was too busy trying not to float away at the thought that she believed him).

Then she was telling him to go off without her while she goes into the head office of Verteron to plant a wire and the warning bells in his head were ringing loud and clear. He tries to talk her out of it but her stubborn streak comes into play and he knows he's fighting a losing battle (usually her stubbornness is one of the things that endear her most to him but right now all he wants to do it take her home with him and protect her).

He grabs her wrist and the look she is giving him breaks through all his carefully constructed walls and he is kissing her and she is kissing him back and he can die happy. One arm is around her waist, holding her to him and the other is at the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. Her hands are on his face and he has never been as happy as he is in this moment. Eventually they break apart and he knows that they have to go (he never wants to leave; no one has ever looked at him with such wonder in their eyes before so he does his best to memorise it). He runs the backs of his fingers down the side of her face, making sure his fingers graze the side of her lips and sprints for the door to the alley. He can feel the press of her lips and the heat of her hand on his face for hours afterwards.

Then it all goes to shit.