In nearly a month, Patrick had made little progress with Sabrina. Since she now worked pretty exclusively in the NICU, he rarely got to see her at work unless they ran into each other in the cafeteria, a hallway or the locker room (the latter of which was too rare, in Patrick's estimation). As such, he was relegated to exploiting the one chink he knew existed in Sabrina's armor: Emma. He would never "use" his daughter, but he wasn't above playing the one card he had over Foster in getting Sabrina's attention. Since Sabrina loved Emma like she was her own, she couldn't resist if Patrick asked her to help him with Emma. The upsides were that Sabrina and Emma got to reconnect, making Emma giddy with happiness, and Patrick got valuable face time with Sabrina. The downside was that him "accidentally" mixing up dates and times for appointments so that he could weasel his way in on their time together clued Sabrina in to what he'd been doing. However, since she wouldn't chastise him in front of Emma or be alone with him to scold him, Patrick figured it was worth it.

As Patrick, who was returning from work, climbed the stairs to his apartment (a last-minute impulsive decision), he hit pay dirt in his quest for alone-time with Sabrina. Dressed for work, she was descending the stairs and hit the landing between the second and third floors just as he did. Pretending to be in a rush (which Patrick knew to be bull because she was always early), Sabrina nodded and said, "Hey, Patrick!" as she attempted to slip by him.

Patrick put his arm out to block her from going down the stairs and then said, "Hi. How are you?"

"Good. Heading to work. You?"

"Well. Coming home," he said as he smiled the smile he knew was sure to melt her heart. When she tried again to slip by him, he stopped her by making a comment about Emma and how much she loves having her around. Sabrina rolled her eyes. "I know what you're doing, Patrick, and it needs to stop."

"What?" he asked innocently as he stepped closer to her.

"You're using Emma to get me to spend time with you. It's so transparent," Sabrina responded as she took a step back. "You're too organized to mix up dates and times, especially when it comes to her."

Patrick stepped forward again and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, you caught me. Guilty as charged."

Sabrina chuckled. "I can't believe you actually admitted it," she said as she shook her head in disbelief, stepping backward again.

"I'm not going to deny it, Sabrina. It's the only way I can see you, so I'm going to take advantage of it." Patrick stepped closer and she stepped back, this time hitting the wall. "You've been avoiding me."

"I have not. I've just been busy," she said in denial, her breath catching.

"Liar," Patrick said as he stopped inches away from her and put his arms up on either side so she couldn't escape.

Sabrina looked at him and opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. He could tell he was affecting her because her chest started to rise and fall more rapidly, so Patrick purposely leaned in closer, never breaking eye contact. "You're still as affected by me as I am by you. Can't you feel the current running between us? It's stronger than it's ever been. "

Sabrina blinked and swallowed. Then, she whispered, "Patrick… Please…," as she lightly banged her head against the wall out of frustration, which had the lovely side effect of bringing her lips closer to his.

Never one to miss an opportunity to like this, Patrick smiled rakishly and said, "I thought you'd never ask…," right before his lips landed on hers.

As they kissed, Patrick's hands moved from the wall to Sabrina's waist to pull her against him and any doubts he may have been harboring over ending his marriage to Robin vanished instantly. This was the woman he was supposed to be with, he thought as he sighed in pleasure at the way they fit perfectly together in all the right places as if they were made for each other.

As Patrick's kiss sent liquid fire circulating through her body, Sabrina melted into his embrace. Involuntarily, her arms wrapped around his neck and she used them to pull him even closer, marveling at the feel of him pressed against her. When he broke away from her, Sabrina whimpered in disappointment until she realized he had done so in order to blaze a path of tiny kisses to the sensitive spot on her neck he knew drove her wild. Sabrina shifted her head to give him better access as her hips pressed into his and she allowed the lust to consume her.

Sabrina, who'd been oblivious to everything but Patrick and how good it felt to be back in his arms, was brought back to reality when his phone started to ring. With every ounce of willpower she still possessed, Sabrina pushed him away from her and whispered, "Patrick, you're phone…"

Frazzled, Patrick fumbled for the phone in his pants pocket and, never taking his eyes from Sabrina, answered it without checking to see who it was. "What!?"

Sabrina used his phone call as an opportunity to both pull herself together physically and scold herself mentally. How could she let him get to her like that? She broke eye contact and was fiddling with the tote bag hanging partway off her shoulder when she heard Patrick angrily cut off the call. Despite wanting to get out of that stairwell more than anything, she heard herself ask, "Is everything okay?"

Patrick turned away from her for a moment and took a deep breath. Then, he turned back and replied, "Just some drama, but it's nothing you need to worry about."

Sabrina uttered an "Oh," and then, as Patrick advanced on her again, said, "I really do have to go. I'm going to be late for work if I don't."

Sabrina stepped forward, intending to slip by him, but he stopped her by stepping in front of her (again!). Then Patrick brought his ring-less hand up to cup her cheek. "Go ahead and go, but, Sabrina, we both know it's just a matter of time until you're back in my arms again – where you belong."

When he dropped his hand, Sabrina pushed past him, rushing down the stairs so as not to be late for work. She could feel him watching her as she exited through the lobby doorway. When the door closed behind her, Sabrina leaned against it and took a deep breath to calm down and muttered, "Not if I can help it." The man broke her heart twice, she wasn't about to make the same mistake again.