A/N: Here's chapter two, hope that you like it.

Since I've got all the chapters done, though I've never had a beta reader... it's super easy to update.

Love Lots,

CBC

Sparks

She knew it was wrong… they both knew it was wrong… they had pulled away so fast after it had happened she could have sworn she had whiplash from it… yet… why did it feel so right? Karen shook her head trying to get the kiss out of her thoughts.

It was two weeks ago, Karen! Get it out of your head! It won't happen ever again! Ever… you made that very clear when you pulled away… and he made it clear that it was wrong when he pulled away!

Yet… ever since then she had felt slightly… happier… was that the appropriate word to use? She didn't know… but she did know that every time she saw him her heart jumped in her chest and she had to clench her fists and bit her cheek to keep herself from rav…

No! Knock it off! Why the hell are you even thinking of that at a time like this! My God Karen what is wrong with you? How can you even think about that!

Shuddering she pulled her robe tighter around herself despite the warmth of the bathroom from her recent shower. Furrowing her brow when her doorbell rang she began to make her way out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

"I'll get it mommy!" She heard Iris call enthusiastically from downstairs.

Slowing her pace she smiled to herself at how well she was getting over the divorce. Maybe she couldn't quite explain things to Iris, but she was beginning to find it easier to deal with.

Ever since the…

Karen mentally slapped herself at the thought that popped into her head, and was happy to find Iris bouncing up the stairs to meet her, "There's a man at the door wanting to speak with you. Says you're his boss."

Speak of the devil… "Thanks Iris, could you go to your room for a while, we have some important business to discuss."

"Okie-Dokie," Iris smiled and skipped to her room without hesitation.

Taking a breath Karen licked her lips and pulled her robe even tighter before she stepped down the stairs to find Carlton standing in the foyer, "Detective Lassiter, what do I owe such a pleasure as a visit from you on my one day off this month?"

Wait… did he just… blush? She thought to herself as Lassiter's cheeks turned a slight red.

"I wanted to bring by some paperwork for you to sign so that we can close a few cases. It won't take more then five minutes of your time," Carlton said gruffly as he handed her a folder.

"Thanks, come to the living room so you can sit while you wait."

He nodded as he followed in her footsteps. She grabbed a pen from the cup on a table and sat down on one end of the couch, forcing herself to open the file and not look Lassiter in the eyes.

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Carlton sat on the other end, crossed his legs, and let his eyes wander anywhere but the woman in the room… who was in a light sky blue robe that complimented her golden hair and brightened her heavenly eyes. Slow down, Carlton, her daughter's upstairs... no, more importantly, she's your boss.

A few silent minutes passed and Lassiter saw, out of the corner of his eye, the folder being closed. Standing slowly he sucked in a breath, forcing himself to remain calm when Karen stood up.

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Karen swallowed her nerves and stood, surprised to see Lassiter doing the same since she had noted that he hadn't been looking at her. Smiling she handed him the folder, and looked up… locking eyes with him… her breath caught in her throat and before she could stop she found her lips crushing against his. He stepped closer, closing off all distance that was left and tangled his free hand into her damp hair. She could feel him trace her bottom lip with his tongue and she, against her better efforts to pull away, found herself opening her mouth, allowing him to explore.

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Carlton dropped the folder on the table pressing his now free hand against her cheek as they continued to deepen the kiss. He tried to reason with himself and back away but her sweet vanilla smell was clouding his judgment and before he knew what was happening they were sitting down onto the couch, lips locked together, playing a game of tongue tag.

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Stop it! Stop it, stop it! Pull away, pull away! Karen shouted forcefully in her head but instead found herself grabbing hold of his suit jacket, pulling him on top of her, her head resting against the armrest of the couch. Knock it off, Karen! That's an order!

She found herself groaning slightly as she felt him rub against her. No, Karen, end it here, you're done, knock it off! Stop it, stop it, stop it!

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Carlton could feel the blood rushing to his nether regions and tried ordering his body to stop but it felt like his brain had been disconnected from the rest of him. She's my boss… she's my boss… she's my boss… she's my boss… He kept reminding himself but apparently his body could care less…

Stop! Break away… knock it off! That's an order! Break away, stop it, stop it, stop it! Finally her body listened to her brain and she lightly pushed Carlton away, breaking the bondage their lips had created.

Clearing his throat Lassiter practically jumped away, grabbed the file swiftly and spoke slightly out of breath, "My lunch break is almost over… I should be getting back."

She nodded as she stood from the couch and she walked with him the door , "I'll see you tomorrow detective."

"See you tomorrow Chief," He said almost curtly as he exited the house.

About five steps down the walkway he found himself turning around and walked back, taking gentle hold of her face in his hands and pressing his lips to hers again. He could feel her smiling against his mouth and forced himself to end it. Smiling tightly he nodded, "Good-bye Chief," then he turned, and again, forced himself to get into his car and not turn back to tear off the robe she was dressed in.

Carlton tensed as Shawn burst out into a frenzy of girlish giggles when he saw Lassiter walk rigidly through the station, "What did you eat Lassie? Ants?"

"Shut it Spencer," Lassiter growled as he made his way to the file drawers and properly filed away the signed documents that Karen had signed…

Knock it off Carlton… or I'll shoot you through the head… no, what are you talking about… I won't shoot myself… oh, yes I will if you keep thinking about…

For once in his life he was happy for Shawn to interrupt his thoughts, "Oh, I'm sorry, it's more like: What's eating you?" He laughed harder and bumped fists with Gus.

Lassiter rolled his eyes and headed for his desk, planning on burying his thoughts deep into paperwork.

He scowled to himself when he heard Shawn ask O'Hara what his problem was.

"No idea Shawn, why don't you just leave him alone for once?"

Carlton glanced up using just his eyes and saw Shawn pouting. He shuddered as he remembered the day he had caught them kissing in the interrogation room. That had been two years ago, and he sometimes still wondered why he hadn't let the cat out of the bag, but it didn't matter now since she now had an engagement ring on her finger.

He scowled again when his thoughts strayed to the hot, passionate kiss he and Vick had shared not even a half hour ago and slammed his pencil against the desk, breaking off the tip, "Damn it!" He growled and stood to ask the secretary if he could use the sharpener since his was broken and he hadn't gotten around to getting a new one.

"Hey Lassie, maybe you should go to physical therapy, get that waddle checked out!" Shawn snorted as he collapsed to the ground in a massive fit of giggles.

Oh God… does he know? Did he see in a vision!... Oh, my, God… I did not just do that! I did not just practically admit that Shawn could possibly be psychic! He felt like gagging at the insanity his emotions were making him swim through.

Sharpening his pencil he sat back down and glanced at the clock, groaning when he realized he still had four hours of work before his shift ended. Four more hours of Shawn after what happened… he ran a hand down his face and bit his cheek as he felt himself getting warm at the thought of Karen standing there in her robe. His body pressed against her own… he scowled for the third time in ten minutes and felt like dying when his southern side continued to grow hotter.

Lassiter slammed back another glass of whiskey as he tried to wash his brain free of the feelings he was feeling, "She's my boss for heaven's sake! It's not morally correct to want to sleep with your boss! It's not proper to want to… tangle your hands in her hair, claim her lips with your own… rip any clothing she's wearing off and make her yours…." He found his cheeks flushing a hot red and this time drank straight from the bottle, basking in the burning feeling it sent down his throat. After the last chug he slammed the bottle down (surprised it didn't crack beneath the weight) and headed upstairs to take a long, ice-cold shower.

Juliet laughed delightfully when she saw Shawn walk from the kitchen in nothing but his boxers carrying a tray with his famous (and unbelievably delicious… as well as insanely sweet) pineapple upside down cake, "So this is why you came home early today," She smiled as he set the tray down and she wrapped her arms around his neck pressing a sweet kiss against his lips.

He pulled her waist to him and kissed back, "Of course, I thought today would be a wonderful day to celebrate."

"Hmm… what about?"

"Well, don't you remember?"

"Yes, but tell me again."

He kissed her at the base of the neck then made a small trail up her neck across her jaw line and then to her lips, "Today marks the seventh year that we have known each other."

She nodded and a sparkle in her eye caught his attention, "Seven years…"

"What is going on in that adorable head of yours?"

"Well, I was thinking that seven years should be celebrated with more then just upside down cake…"

"Hmm… what do you have in mind?"

"Why don't you grab that tray and follow me upstairs to find out?"

He kissed her collarbone and smiled against her soft skin, "I like that idea… I like that idea very much."

She smiled sexually and released him to make a sexy dash up the stairs with Shawn on her heels, "What about the cake Shawn?"

"The cake… can be considered desert."