Kevin's POV...

"Anything back on financials?" Beckett asked, while I took a sip of coffee.

"Nothing yet." I sighed.

"You okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine, just tired."

"I can tell you, you look like a wreck."

"Thanks for noticing." I leaned back in my chair.

I had so much work to do. Why did this have to be happening? I was having a hard time concentrating. Ever since I started seeing her on a daily basis, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her beautiful smile. Her dark eyes, that sparkled and left me mesmerized. Her dark hair, that always smelled like green apple. I was attracted to her, but I needed to stop it. I was going through a divorce. I shouldn't be wondering about some girl. The thing was, she wasn't just some girl. She was like a breath of fresh air. She was smart, funny, generous, sweet, and caring. I sighed and sat up in my chair. I needed to stop this. This wasn't right. It wasn't even possible for us to be together. I was going through things right now. She was in a relationship. I just needed to focus on my work, not her. She was out of my mind.

"Kevin?" Damn. I knew her voice anywhere. I looked over, and couldn't help, but notice how beautiful she looked. I smiled. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well, since you are always getting me coffee, I figured I would get you coffee this time." She smiled and held out the coffee.

I took it.

"Thank you, I really needed this."

"No problem. Are we still on for lunch?" She asked.

"Of course. I will be there at 1:30." I replied.

"Great! Well I should get back. See you later." She waved before leaving.

It took all the strength I could conjure, not to watch her as she walked away. Why did I enjoy torturing myself?

Cheyenne's POV...

"I got your coffee." I announced, placing it on Lanie's desk. She looked up and smiled.

"Thanks."

"So, what else do you have for me?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Absolutely." I lied. She got up and picked up a huge stack of files.

"Here you go, sweetie."

"Oh great!" I said, with a bit too much sarcasm. I grabbed the stack and brought it over to my desk. "Here we go." I sighed.

After a few hours, I was in the middle of my rhythm. I hated paperwork. I thought it was great, but a few three weeks, that changed. I was very grateful that Rick and Alexis helped me to be able to intern here, but Alexis could have warned me about the endless paperwork.

"Hello, Detective Ryan." I heard Lanie, say to Kevin.

"Hello, Dr. Parish." He replied back, giving her a weird look.

"You two have fun." She left with a cheesy smile. She always did that. She was really childish at times.

"Hey." I said, moving my smaller stack, to the side.

"Hey." He came over and sat down.

"Ever get tired of paperwork?" I asked. He must have to do this all the time.

"Like you wouldn't believe." He smiled. "Glad I'm not the only one." He laughed. "Hey, I watched that movie you suggested."

"You did! Did you get scared?"

"Duh." He said, before taking a drink.

"I knew it." I laughed.

"The part with the hand coming out from under the bed." He shook his head. "That was the creepiest thing."

"I know. It got me too, but you have to admit, getting scared isn't a little fun, right"?"

He nodded and handed me something that was in a wrapped box.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Something you asked for." He said.

"I asked for something?" I couldn't remember. I opened the box to find a NYPD sweatshirt. Oh my god. I did ask for this. "You remembered?"

He nodded. "Now you don't have to borrow mine when you get cold." He smiled. I put down the sweatshirt and hugged him.

"Thank you." I think I threw him off guard, cause he almost spilled his drink.

"It's okay, don't worry. I didn't go through any trouble." He hugged me back.

I sat back down and smiled. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone in the doorway. With a double glance I discovered it was Jake. He gave me a small smile. "Jake? What are you doing here?" I asked, getting up.

"Just came by to see you before I left tonight." I gave him a hug and kiss.

"That's amazing!" I remembered Kevin was here. "Oh, I want you to meet one of the most amazing detectives in the entire city." I pulled him over to Kevin. "Jake, this is Detective Kevin Ryan. Kevin, this is my boyfriend, Jake."

Kevin held out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice meet you too." Jake shook his hand, but he had a weird look in his eyes. Thankfully, I think Kevin didn't notice.

"Well I will leave you two alone." Kevin said, grabbing his things.

"Okay, thanks for the shirt, again."

"No problem." He turned towards us and nodded before leaving.

I sat down and patted the chair for Jake.

"So, that is Kevin?"

"Yes." I replied, cleaning the mess I had made, by spilling my water. He leaned over and had a serious look on his face. "What?" I asked.

"Why was he down here with you...alone?"

"We were having lunch."

"Just lunch?" He asked.

"Yes. Just lunch." Was he suggesting what I thought he was?

"I have no reason to suspect otherwise, do I?" He couldn't be serious.

"Really? You have got to be kidding me?"

"What?"

"There is nothing going on between me and him."

"Who said there was?"

"You know what?" I stood up. "If you are going to be acting this way, I really wish you would just go."

"I should get going anyways." He stood up and looked at me. "By the way, I don't like that he is giving you presents. It's not his job."

"He was just being nice."

"Yeah, whatever." He left. Did he really need to be such an ass? He started this like a few weeks ago. It was getting old. How could he think there was anything going on between Kevin and I?

"Hey munchkin." Javier said, in the doorway.

"Hey." I said, picking up the completed files and moving them.

"Is Lanie down here?" He asked.

"No. I think she is on her break. She left like 20 minutes ago."

"Alright, figured I would check down here." He smiled. How clueless, did he think I was? It was obvious he liked her.

"If you stick around, she might be back in a few minutes." I prompted.

"Um, it's nothing important, can you just have her call me. I need to ask her about something with the case we are working on." He was stumbling over his words.

"Right." I nodded, with a smile.

"See you later, okay?" He asked leaving. "Hey where did you get that sweatshirt?" He pointed at shirt Kevin got me.

"Kevin."

"Kevin?"

"He got one for me."

"Really? He must have paid a lot of for that."

"He said, they didn't cost much."

"Yeah, right. Only if you think $80 isn't a lot."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah." He nodded, leaving the room.

Why would Kevin spend that much money on me? Javier had to be confused. I finished off the files and logged out. Lanie came in.

"Hey girl." She called out.

"Hey."

"You're done already?"

"Sure am."

"Wow. You are really fast at that."

I smiled. "Well I am going to get going, okay?"

"Sure." She smiled.

When I got to the door, I turned around. "Javier wanted me to tell you to call him. Something about the case you are working on." I saw a smile spread across her face.

"Thanks for relaying the message." She smiled at me.

"No problem." I left. Maybe Javier wasn't the only one with a crush. I took the elevator up. I was always a little uneasy on elevators. My mind always went to the worse case scenario. I closed my eyes and tried to maintain a calm breathing rhythm. When the doors opened, I tired to make a quick escape, but I ran into someone. I looked up the see Javier.

"Slow down, Munchkin." He replied.

"Sorry."

"No worries." He smiled.

"On your way to see Lanie?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah." He fidgeted.

"I'll see you later." I didn't want to give him a hard time on it. He nodded and entered the elevator. I was walking to my car, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped a little and turned around to find Kevin.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He apologized.

"It's okay." I smiled. I was reminded by the shirt in my hand. "Hey can I ask you something?"

"Anything." He smiled.

"This shirt." I held it up. " I heard it was pretty expensive to get these." I saw a glimmer of nervousness on his face.

"Who did you hear that from?"

"Javier."

"Well even if it were true, what does it matter?"

"You shouldn't be spending money on me, especially, that amount of money."

"I didn't mind it."

"I do though."

"Why?" He asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"If you spent that much on me, I would feel bad, because I have nothing to give you."

"Just accept the gift and that will be enough for me." He smiled.

"Kevin!" I whined.

"Just keep it. Please?"

"Are you sure? I grew pretty used to yours?" I said.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah and it always smelled good." I commented. I looked over to see him with a smile.

"Well, you don't have to accept it."

"Great, now if I give it back, I will feel guilty."

He laughed. "A guy can't win with you, huh?"

"Fine. I will take it, but be prepared detective, I will pay you back." I poked his chest.

"Is that a threat?"

"Just watch your back, Ryan." I warned.

"Interesting." He smiled.

"Very." I put the shirt over my arm. " I should get going. I have to work tonight."

"Yeah. I got a late shift."

"You poor thing." I fake pouted. "I will see you, Friday, right?"

"You should." He ran his hand through his hair.

"Well be careful." I hugged him.

"Always am." He hugged back.

I stepped back. "See you." I smiled. I walked by him and thought I heard him sigh, but when I turned around, he was walking away.

He was a complicated guy. Not sure if that was a bad thing.