"Well, I'd best be off," he says, closing the file and pushing it to one side of his desk.
"Hot date?" she quips, ignoring the jealousy that's stirring inside of her at the mere thought of that.
He shakes his head. "Just dinner with Emily. But she insisted I not be late."
"Admit it, you liked her," she teases him, despite the knot in her stomach that showed up as soon as she realised the police officer on their case was exactly his type.
He shrugs. "She was nice enough."
"The case is over, you know. You could call her."
He nods, nonchalantly. "I could."
"You're seeing things that aren't there, love," he insists, leading her into his office.
"No Something happened. You're acting weird."
"Nothing happened, love. I always act weird."
"Weirder than usual. And only when I mention Jenny."
"I think it's your imagination."
She frowns, but she's unsure whether she is more hurt by his denial or by the knowledge that something is going on between him and the sister of their latest client. "Why won't you tell me?"
"Why are you so cheerful?"
"I'm always cheerful, love. Except when I'm not."
"Oh, that wasn't a deflection," she responds, sarcastically. "Really, what's going on?"
"Can't I just be happy?"
"What's her name?"
"There is no 'her'."
She nods, the all too familiar nauseous feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. "Of course there isn't."
"When was the last time you went on a date?"
Her eyes widen and, quite maturely, she retorts, "When was the last time you went on a date?"
"Seven months ago."
She's surprised, both by the fact that he answers her and his actual response. "Right."
He nods. "Right. Seven months ago."
"Okay, what's going on?"
He appears genuinely confused by her sudden appearance in his office, with her immediate question. "I know it's not something you see everyday, but surely you can tell I'm doing paperwork."
"You know what I mean."
"I really don't, love."
"Did you and Andrea exchange numbers?"
He frowns, but answers the question. "No."
"You and Rachel?"
He shakes his head.
"See! What's going on?"
"You're keeping some sort of record of my lack of love life."
"Because it's been over nine months and I've barely seen you flirt with a woman What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, love Nothing is wrong."
"Then what's going on?"
He shrugs. "I just haven't been interested in them."
"You're sure you're okay?"
He nods, and looks at her as if she's crazy.
He doesn't seem surprised to find her on his doorstep.
"You knew I'd realise you were hiding something," she observes. It's not what she rehearsed, but she hadn't counted on him expecting her visit.
"I know I've trained you well." He steps back, for her to enter the house.
"So, why not just tell me what's going on?"
"I'm not sure we're ready for that."
"I saw that!"
She quickly takes control of her expression. "What?"
"Why are you hiding it?"
"Why are you?"
He knows that she knows his secret and they just stare at each other: He from his hospital bed, she by his side, flooded with relief that he is okay.
He swallows, hard. "You deserve better."
She shakes her head, once. "I don't think I do."
She's still smiling - almost laughing really - when she wanders into his office.
"What are you gigglin' about?"
"Something Loker said."
"Care to share?"
Her smile widens. "Well, to use his words: 'Finally! He has needed to get laid for like ten months!'"
His eyes widen. "You -"
She shakes her head. "He doesn't know it was me."
He grins and his hands snake round her waist. "I know it was you."
"I should hope you do."