Isabelle felt the hot water pounding on her back, somewhat hoping that Damon would wake up and join her. But of course, he was sleeping it off. Not that she could blame him, she thought with a smirk. They had been at it for days. They so rarely got to see each other because of his job that when they did they made a habit of locking themselves in and their only contact with the outside world was to order pizza.

He had just gotten back from touring with his band and would soon have to leave for a second tour in the UK, so they were making the most of their few days together.

Isabelle shut the water off, sighing in disappointment that he hadn't come to join her. The thought occurred to her that a few years back it would have been her job that kept them apart, and now the tables had turned and she was getting the short end of the stick. She was finally the one that was left behind.

Not bothering to get dressed, she went into the bedroom and climbed into bed facing Damon. He lazily opened one gorgeous hazel eye to look at her.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"Four in the afternoon." The curtains were closed and it was completely dark.

"Well then I can't exactly say good morning now can I?" He stretched. "I'm bloody starving."

"Pizza?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"Mm." he nodded in agreement. "Sounds lovely." His cockney accent was very strong when he just woke up.

She smiled kissed him on the cheek and went to make the call.

He was slightly more awake when she got back.

"Reckon we've got time before they show up?" he asked teasingly.

She laughed and climbed on top of him. "Yeah."

He kissed her, slowly at first, since he was still waking up, but the intensity grew and he tangled his fingers in her red hair.

The doorbell rang.

"That was fast," Isabelle said, pouting slightly. She grabbed her robe and made her way to the door.

"Right," she said opening the door. "Let's be quick about this."

"Izzy."

She froze and really looked at the person behind the door for the first time. Took in the long coat and the braces and finally the face pulled into the usual teasing smile.

"Hey," he said, winking at her. "D'ya miss me?"

"Jack."

Damon chose that moment to make an appearance.

"Iz, you forgot your wallet…" he trailed off, seeing the tall stranger in the doorway and the look of panic on Isabelle's face. "Who's this then?"

"My old boss," Isabelle said at the same time that Jack said "Her ex."

She blushed. "It was never official," she protested.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Close enough." He seemed to only now notice the state of undress that both of them were in. "I see I interrupted something." He looked over Damon. "Wow Izzy, you really know how to pick the pretty ones."

"Jack you aren't getting either of us in bed." She cut him off as he opened his mouth. "Let alone both of us."

He shrugged. "Oh well, it was worth a try."

She sighed. "What do you want Jack?"

"I need to talk to you." He glanced at Damon. "In private."

"Fine," she snapped. "Damon I need to go out for a bit. I'll be back soon, 'kay?"

"Alright," he said, pulling her in for a quick kiss. The intended quick kiss took a bit longer than planned.

"I'll get dressed."

"You really don't have to go to the trouble," Jack called after her.

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile played at the corner of her lips. Still the same old Jack.