One and Only

She'd gone away, the day after she'd broken his heart. It tore at her, she'd desperately wanted it to work this time. But Franco had been right, she wasn't in love with him. She couldn't be, because she was in love with Robbie.

It had taken her the entire first week to accept it, own it. Or perhaps it wasn't to accept she loved him but to get past her own doubts and accept his words and his actions. He had told her how he felt. What more did she need?

The first part of the second week she'd walked the beach trying to figure out what to do. Should she just go back and tell him she felt the same? The first time the idea occurred to her she'd actually laughed out loud. That was when she knew she had to have a plan or she would just blurt it out at the worst possible moment.

His face, after he'd kissed her, had filled her dreams. He'd been so proud of himself, bordering on smug. For two days, she'd thought about just walking up to him and kissing him, in front of everyone. But was she really quite that ready?

What if they'd both made a mistake? What if they really were better as friends? No, it was best they took things slowly. They knew each other as friends, colleagues. Getting to know each other as more should be something they savored. It was this thought that kept her away for the remainder of the week.

By the time she returned to Oxford, she was ready. Ready to start something, ready to be part of his life. She'd returned to work hoping she would see him soon. It hadn't taken long. By day three, they had a case together. She just needed to be patient, bide her time. Knowing there would be a moment, she could be patient.

Looking at the file on her desk, she knew this might be her moment. Of course, she could just have an assistant deliver it, have it dropped on his desk. Looking at the clock on her desk, she suspected he would be alone. The perfect time to ask him what she needed to ask him.

Picking up the folder, she grabbed her things and made her way to his office. Walking down the hall toward his, she could hear him on the phone. Doubt pulled at the edges of her mind, almost making her change her mind. A deep breath and she peeked around the corner anyway, knocking on the door.

Her heart leapt in her chest when he looked up and smiled. Placing his hand over the phone, "Hang on a minute love."

Smiling up at him, she leaned against the door. "Just thought I'd let you know about the results on Elmo and the toxicology report."

He nodded, "Oh right, is it very complicated?"

Brightening her smile, she shrugged, "I can make it not so." Walking into his office, she pulled at her purple scarf, suddenly very warm. "Ah the lab detected LSD because it was a brain burner of a dosage, absolutely massive. If he hadn't jumped, he'd have been psychotic for the rest of his life."

"Could he have taken that amount by accident?"

Shaking her head, she took another step toward him, "Well it's possible but if anyone had a motive to destroy his mind I'd assume the worst."

Whoever was on the phone, said something drawing his attention, "Yeah, I'm still here love." He looked at Laura, "It's our Lyn."

There was no way she could compete with Lyn. Taking a step back, she smiled at him, "Ah, give her my love."

"Yeah, I will. Yeah, sorry love."

Knowing he was already going back to his conversation, she started backing out of the room. "I'll go."

She missed him motioning for her to stay as she turned. Tears burned at her eyes as she walked away, trying to collect herself. She never saw him come to the door.

All through the night, she kicked herself. She could have waited for him to finish his call. It wasn't until the wee hours of the morning she realized it wouldn't have mattered. Had she waited, any conversation would have been about Lyn.

She liked Lyn but she didn't want their first real conversation to be about her. And there would have been no way she would have been able to steer the conversation away from Lyn. No, she would have to continue to be patient, look for her moment.

It took two more days before she found her moment. Each day, she'd made a point to walk reports through the station, hand delivering them. If she caught him at the end of the day, she might be able to have a moment alone with him. What she would say in that moment she wasn't quite sure.

As she was handing out the last of the reports Robbie came around the corner. She turned and saw him. He smiled clearly glad to see her. Without a second thought, she turned and walked toward him.

He met her halfway, "Look sorry about the other night but if you're free now I'm sure James and me will be doing something."

She wasn't quite up to a night with him and James. Somehow, she knew she would blurt something completely inappropriate if it happened. Looking away nervously, "I've got a better idea. Come over next Friday."

He raised his eyebrows, surprised and pleased by her suggestion. "To your place?"

Rolling her eyes, she teased, "No, I was thinking more of the mortuary." His laughter calmed her just a bit. Biting on her bottom lip, "I'll cook."

He smiled at her, a smug smile pulling at his lips, "I'll bring a bottle."

You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows why it's taken me
So long to let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want

I don't know why I'm scared
I've been here before
Every feeling, every word
I've imagined it all
You'll never know if you never try
To forget your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I promise I'm worthy
To hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance

You guys don't want to read about the dinner do you? I should just leave it here, right?

Adele - One and Only