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"Katherine Marie Beckett do you have any idea what time it is?" Kate visibly winced as she heard her father's booming voice. She struggled to place a passed out Jessica on the bench in the front hall without letting her slip to the floor while trying to calm her father – not an easy combination of tasks.

"Daddy I'm sorry I lost track of time we-"

"Oh my goodness what happened to her." Saved by the mom. Kate would have breathed a sigh of relief had Jessica not started slowly slipping down the bench. Catching her friend's arms and hauling her back up to lean on her shoulder, Kate chose to sigh in desperation and apology.

"She's drunk out of her mind and I can't take her home; you know her parents would send her to military school." She wasn't exaggerating. She had been their when Marina and Alex had told Jessica that if they caught her drinking again they would send her away. She couldn't let that happen to her friend.

"Jim go and get a cold face cloth and put a pot of coffee on." The man stood in shock for a moment at his wife's request before leaning forward in a stage whisper.

"Why?" He asked incredulously. "We should be calling Jessica's parents and driving her home." At this, Kate looked up in a panicked sorrow. She knew it was the right thing to do but she didn't have to like it. She was about to object when Johanna patted her husband's shoulder with a smile.

"We will. As soon as she's sober; or sober-like." Kate couldn't have loved her parents more in that one moment as her father nodded and entered the kitchen with a shake of his head.

"Later, we'll discuss why you brought her home at 4AM." Kate froze as she and her mother lifted Jessica off the bench and headed into the living room where she would be a little more comfortable.

"It's 4 o'clock?" Her voice rose an octave.

"Yes, what time did you think it was?" Her mother raised an eyebrow.

"No," Kate shook her head "I just hadn't looked at the time."

"It's 4AM, Rick shouldn't we start calling cabs and setting up... floors for people to sleep on?" A woman sidled up to him in the hallway as they began watching couples leave and others pass out on the couches. Rick was brought out of his thoughts by her words. 10 guesses as to what he was thinking about.

"What?" He did a double take to look down at her.

"I said it's 4AM; we should start packing this party up." She wrapped her arms comfortably around his waist and he instinctively grabbed her shoulder in a casual position.

"PARTY!" Someone called from the other room, obviously still not quite drunk enough to collapse yet.

The pair rolled their eyes at the straggled 'woot's of the party-goer's posse.

"You said its 4 o'clock?" He looked at her incredulously.

"Yes," She smiled and brushed the hair passed his ear "are you losing your hearing?"

"No I just" he shook his head "I wasn't looking at the time."

"I haven't seen you since 9; where have you been that you weren't looking at the clock." She suddenly looked up at him. "Which room and do I know her?"

"What?"

"What room were you in and do I know the girl you were with?"

"There was no girl." He shook his head sadly. She wasn't just a girl. She was THE girl.

"Rick, I didn't know you swung the other way." She elbowed him lightly.

"What? No!" He scrunched his face. "I just mean I wasn't doing what you think I was doing?"

"Then what were you doing?" She slipped out of their embrace to look directly into his eyes. "You came to me halfA an hour ago in a state of depression and you've spent half the time since, staring off into space." She began pulling his eyelids open all the way to inspect his cobalt eyes. "What did Jacob give you?" He swatted her arm away with a smile for good measure.

"I'm not high, I'm just..." He got the far away look again and she had to snap her fingers in front of his face three times before he blinked away the foggy expression and looked at her.

"I think we should start sending people home." He smiled, causing her to look at him sceptically.

"Maybe you should go lie down I can clear out the rest of them."

"No Kyra, I promised I would you help and I will." He tugged her shoulder into his chest with a friendly squeeze.

"Alright if you say so Rick," they both turned towards the living room where the rest of the partiers were nestling. She shot over her shoulder "but if you pass out, I'm leaving you with them."

"Such a good friend." He smirked at her.

Kate was still smiling; so was he.

He couldn't believe it; neither could she.

Six hours was a long time to just be sitting and talking with someone – with one break around midnight where they slow danced to the sound of people throwing up and shouting 'chug'.

But it hadn't felt like six hours. It had felt like moments and they were instant-

What were they? That was a very good question.

In the span of six hours, they had met, talked, danced and fallen in love. It was like something out of a fairytale.

Kate smiled at the thought and glanced down at Jessica, snoring lightly on the couch with a cold cloth on her forehead. That girl would be the death of her if she kept having to bail her out but for once, her rebellious streak had brought Kate some form of happiness – if only for a few hours. She would have to thank her in the morning. Well, in a few hours.

Rick frowned at the unfairytale-like ending he and Alison had faced. It was like Cinderella because he didn't know her last name – he couldn't believe that he had talked to her for six hours and never once learnt her last name – but he had nothing to go on. He couldn't just go to all of the universities in the city and ask the girls if they lost an earring while making him fall in love with her. He had asked a lot of odd things to women in his day but that would be at the top of the list for sure.

This sucked, he thought as he clutched the earring in his pocket while carrying a very burly football player on his opposite shoulder, how was he going to find Alison? He had to find Alison. He couldn't let this one go.