Okay, it took a lot of brainstorming to come up with this chapter because I had quite a few ideas of what could have happened, but I finally came to a conclusion, so here goes nothing...

"Joe, what are you doing?" Kent asked, pancking but amused at the same time.

"I'm not quite sure," Chandler laughed awkwardly.

"Then get up."

"No. I want to do this."

"Why?"

"Because I love you." He stated it so easily that it seemed like he'd been saying it his whole life.

"I love you too."

"So... What do you say? Will you marry me?..."

- WC -

Chandler was looking at the file in front of him, but he found it hard to read. His mind was full of different thoughts. The victims, the murderer, the injuries, all the pressure that was on him... and Emerson Kent. The latter was occuping his mind more than the others.

He kept on thinking about those sharp suits, that cute smile, his doe eyes that resemble deep pools of chocolate. He couldn't keep that voice out of his head.

"Sir?"

Chandler froze, not daring to look up. That voice. Shit. Did I accidently summon him through thought? If not, he has impeccable timing.

"Are you okay, Sir?"

He's waiting for an answer, Joe, answer him!

"Fine. Perfect. Why do you ask?"

"I was just checking-Are you sure you're okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you haven't looked at me once since I came in."

He's right. Chandler's eyes were still fixed on the file in his hands. He got up and moved to the other side of his desk to tidy some things up, but he still couldn't find the strength to look at Kent. He keep his eyes down.

"Have I not? I didn't realise. I thought I had." Chandler said in panic. He's not very good in these sorts of situations.

"Then say one thing about me right now."

"You're wearing grey three-piece suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie. You've had quite a few cups of coffee today and not a lot to eat. You left the incident room three times and were gone for a long period of time, and when you came back you sat at your desk doing research and paperwork. Mansell spoke to you today, and he obviously said something funny because you laughed..." Chandler loves that laugh. What am I thinking?!

"I asked you to name one thing. How did you know all that?"

When Chandler turned around to speak to him he realised their close proximity. Kent must have walked over sometime during Chandler's rant. He looked into his eyes and tried to speak, but he couldn't. But one question eventually found it's way to his lips.

"Why did you come to check on me?"

"Miles told me I should."

"Why couldn't he do it?"

"He said he had to go home and look after the kids."

"But why couldn't he do it before he left?"

"I-I-I don't know-Does it matter?"

"...Of course! Why didn't I see this before?"

All the pieces clicked into place. The out-of-the-blue conversation between them about him and Kent, then sending Kent into his office late at night when no-one else is around. He'd been planning this all along. He was meddling in their personal lives. Why does he always have to try to get what he wants?!

"Could you tell me what's going on, Sir, because I'm a bit lost?"

Chandler focused back on Kent. Well... Maybe Miles could get this one.

He found himself grabbing Kent and pressing their lips together. All his emotions came flooding out in one kiss. Chandler felt more comfortable when Kent started kising him back. It was better knowing that he reciprocated his feelings. The stressfulness of the case was forgotten. The rest of the world didn't exist anymore. It was just him and Kent... And he wouldn't have it any other way...

- WC -

"...Yeah."

"You will?"

"I will."

This was probably the happiest moment of their lives... So far...