It's the fragments that build a relationship; the little pieces of love, attention, desire, mirth; the moments that have no beginning and no end, the laughter, the sorrow, the jealousy, that all twine together to make a whole. **Chapter 13 is possibly/probably rated M...but when I changed the rating the whole story disappeared. So read at your own peril.

Dempsey doesn't turn up as arranged at Harry's house one Friday evening.

Just a little fluffy one-shot, set around the same time as Public Displays of Affection.

Harry needs a grant and a fiancee, whatever will she do? (AU story). "Hey, honey," his face lit up and he wound an arm around her waist." This story is now completed.

Dempsey is in a black mood after a meeting with Spikings. What could have happened to upset him?

I'm reposting this as it seems to have been eaten by the site. Many thanks to those who already reviewed.

I know this is not everyone's cup of tea but this is an alternative ending to Guardian Angel. What if Crazy Joe did shoot Dempsey, seriously but not fatally and Harry had to deal with all her feelings for him in that scenario. Apologies in advance for medical inaccuracies.

For Makepeace being the only woman in a team in the 1980s must have been tough especially when she was feeling hormonal. Thankfully Dempsey has her back.

This began as a series of outsider perspectives but it's become a repository for small stories. Thank you in advance for reviews. *new chapter set around The Cortez Connection*

Set immediately after the Burning. I think Dempsey was quite battered and bruised by the whole experience, not just physically. Being without Harry all that time must have cast him adrift. My first Fic for D & M although I have been reading for a while. There may be another chapter if anyone reads this. Reviews very much appreciated.

My apologies folks, I have two stories called Honey and got the updates in a muddle! Here's the first chapter of this story republished with the full text (chapter 2 benefits from it!) - it is now complete!

Dempsey and Makepeace on a stakeout and BOOM! (Its been a bit quiet here lately so I thought I'd post. I hope everyone's well MJ)

It's New York, it's Christmas and someone has a list to share

Harriet has been sent on an undercover operation and Dempsey is about to put an end to the operation with the rest of the SI-10 team. 6 weeks without his partner, 6 weeks of not being able to protect her, 6 weeks of unanswered questions. What does the future hold for the partners? Thank you so much for the lovely reviews. Keep on reading, things will be kicking off soon :)

He's not sick. At least, in the conventional sense. 'It' happens on the following day, a regular Thursday in March, at eight thirty in the morning as the rain fell. **Thank you for all the lovely reviews! This story is completed!*

"I know what you did, Harry."

She sighed. "You never bore me, Dempsey, although you sometimes drive me up the wall. You frequently make me laugh, I like the way you smell and I find you quite easy on the eyes." A light hearted (hopefully) feel good piece with copious amounts of fluff.

James Dempsey, the very bane of her existence, obviously bored and trying to wind her up, seemed to have a death wish. *Warning* Fluff ahead!

Maybe they weren't so screwed up after all. Companion piece and conclusion to Need and Care.

Last chapter *sob* "You need a hand?" He takes all opportunities, he's still Dempsey, not a saint.

Harry gets promoted but her senior officer is rather attracted to her so she needs a significant other and the best choice is her old partner James Dempsey.

Four Drink Harry was going to turn into Hungover Harry in the morning if she wasn't careful, and Hungover Harry spelled all kinds of trouble for him. A one-shot idea that came to me yesterday, not related to Care and Need.

I don't know if I'm strong enough to walk away again, but I don't think I'm strong enough to stay. Harry's POV, companion piece to Need.

"Some people would say that I regaled you with my debonair and rapier wit." Just a bit of D & M fluff to see if I still can.

He didn't *need* need her.