DINNER AT THE REAGANS

The 1PP crew worked at the Reagan dinner table until the sun was going down.

Henry came in and insisted that everyone was staying for dinner. He was making baked pork chops and mashed potatoes.

"Oh I'm definitely staying for that!" Sid bellowed and rubbed his stomach as Henry announced it.

"Uh yeah, me too!" Garrett chimed in.

The Commissioner looked at Baker. She nodded.

"It's settled then," Frank said. "Thanks Pop."

Abigail stood up feeling like she needed a stretch. "I'll help you Commissioner. What would you like me to do?"

Henry thought for a moment, "You can chop vegetables for the salad?" He suggested.

"Done," she followed him into the kitchen.

Frank watched her go, feeling how nice it was that she just seemed to fit into his family life.

"Boss, you want me to get the updates on our building?" Sid asked him.

Frank, lost in his own thoughts, didn't respond.

Sid followed his gaze and nodded a chuckle, "I'll just go ahead and call in."

Garrett smirked as he noticed what Sid was noticing. The Commissioner's eyes on Baker.

Frank stood up and shrugged out of his suit jacket wearing just his vest and dress shirt. "I'll uh, go see if they need any more help," he said as he hung the jacket on his chair.

Garrett and Sid tried to hold back their laughter. The Boss was clearly distracted and appeared to want to be near Abigail right now.

The Commissioner didn't even notice his chuckling cohorts in the background as he entered the kitchen.

Henry was closing the oven door and removing his mitt. "Pork chops are on!"

Abigail was chopping celery for the salad and seemed at ease with a chopping knife.

She looked up when Frank entered as she felt his burning gaze on her. She smiled up at him.

Henry, feeling the increased heat in the room and not because of the oven, quickly excused himself to go set the table in the dining room.

"I was worried about you today," Frank said quietly as he stood behind her.

Abigail continued chopping, feeling a bit pleased by his statement. "Oh yea? I can take care of myself."

"I know that. Doesn't stop me from worrying though," his voice dropped huskily and he bent down to nuzzle her neck.

Abigail shivered with a giggle.

She tried to continue chopping the celery but his mouth on the back of her neck was causing her to feel woozy.

She dropped the knife and let him embrace her from behind, his head resting on her shoulder for a moment.

She sighed deeply, intensely warmed by his protective embrace around her. "It's all a bit much some days," she said, feeling the weight of the terrorist threat take a toll on her.

"I know," He said as he breathed in her scent. Lavender soap today.

"That's why I wanted you here with me today."

Abigail smiled and turned around in his strong arms.

Though a little disheveled without a suit jacket, his white dress shirt unbuttoned, and the beginnings of a 5 o'clock shadow, he looked incredibly handsome.

Abigail felt a blush creep up on her cheeks as her thoughts betrayed her.

Frank felt her eyes roving over him, "What?" he said playfully as he held her.

She laughed embarrassed. "It's nothing."

"I have ways of making you talk," he said mischievously.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" she said demurely.

And suddenly his mouth was on hers and she felt that incredible lightheadedness that she got whenever they were close.

All rational thought out the window.

She kissed him back feeling tingling all over.

They hadn't had a moment alone since they were intruded upon in the Inner Sanctum the day before.

God, he tasted good. She thought as his tongue met hers.

Part of her reminded her that there were people in the very next room. And then she thought, Everyone already knows. Who gives a damn?

She put her hands on his face and drank deeply. He grunted in response and pulled her waist close to his.

Then he pulled his lips away from hers. Teasing her.

"So what was it?" he demanded his answer.

Her body felt like it was swooning. She realized the incredibly hypnotic power he held over her. She would tell him anything.

"I was just admiring your handsomeness," she breathed as lips trailed along her cheekbone.

He quietly chuckled as he continued towards her lips again. She felt good in his arms. Like home.

"And if you wear this cashmere sweater to 1PP I'm gonna have to find a broom closet or something to haul you into," he said.

Abigail laughed, "Oh really?"

"Really," he said affirmatively with all seriousness as their lips met again hungrily.

He pulled back and seemed ready to say something more but didn't.

"What?" Abigail asked gently.

His blue-green eyes looked away for a moment and then went back to hers. "It's just really nice having you here."

Abigail got the sense that he was glad she had entered into the realm of his personal life. Which answered a question she had in the back of her mind of where exactly she fit into that.

The Commissioner was if anything, routine. Scheduled. Precise.

Their relationship disrupted that.

And she felt secretly pleased that she was a welcomed interruption into his personal life.

"I like being here." she gazed up at him feeling the love for him wash over her like a wave.

He smiled down at her and without words she felt the love returning to her from his gaze.

"Pop seems to like you too."

Abigail snickered as she remembered her earlier conversation with the Former Police Commissioner. "He caught onto us pretty quick."

Frank laughed with her, "Uh yea. He certainly did. Truth be told he was dropping hints before uh, anything transpired between us."

Abigail nodded, "I could see that. He's got quite the sharp detective instincts."

"You know I was hoping our next dinner date would be a bit less crowded," Frank said as his eyes looked hungrily into hers.

"It's ok, Sir" she teased him. "It's just nice to be part of a home-cooked meal with you."

He bent down to touch her lips gently with his and she felt her head go woozy again.

She steadied herself against the counter.

He grabbed her arms and put them around his neck pulling her in closely.

Abigail's head was spinning.

What is this crazy effect he has on me? I feel drunk half the time. She wondered as swooned in his arms.

Suddenly there was a noise from behind them and the backdoor to the kitchen was pushed open.

"Dad!" A voice rang out.

Abigail cursed under her breath as the Commissioner quickly pulled away.

Assistant District Attorney Erin Reagan entered the room with a bagful of groceries.

"I've got Sunday night dinner's ingredients…" her voice trailed off as she saw her Father step back from Det. Abigail Baker.

Their guilty looks said it all.

"Oh good Lord," Erin said in amazement as she plunked the groceries down on the counter.

"Erin." Her father said in response.

"Dad…Abigail." Erin greeted her with an icy stare.

Abigail decided now was a good time to exit and head back for the dining room. "Hey Erin. Good to see you. I'm going to put this salad in the fridge and help Henry set the table."

She bolted out of the kitchen as fast as she could in a pencil skirt.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this one. Of course the intimate moments between Baker and The Commissioner are my favorite to write! And I had to include the "discovery" by Erin as well. Stay tuned to see how it plays out…

patrickpopp thanks for your loyal comments! I'm glad you enjoyed the interaction between Henry and Baker. I always felt they would get along well.