Setting: Somewhere in the later parts of Season One

Rating: T for safety due to minor cussing and implied sexual assault in later chapters.

Pairing: Matt/Jen of course

Disclaimer: I am now the proud owner of a Season One DVD box set I bought the other day but that's all. The concept, characters etc all belong to Channel 7.

It was Monday afternoon at the Melbourne State Police Station, Homicide Division. As the sun sank over the city and illuminated the buildings with a warm red glow, four young detectives were hard at work.

Or not.

As was the norm when they were not working on a case Matt. Simon, Duncan and Jennifer had spent the day working their way through mounds of tedious paperwork but as time wore on, each of them had abandoned the task and engaged in more entertaining-though unproductive-pursuits.

Duncan, the first to throw in the towel, sat at his computer logging his AFL tips for the next week, glancing over his shoulder every so often to make sure he was not about to be accosted by Wolfe for improper use of the computer network. After the slight altercation last week with a particularly irritating journalist, which had culminated in a fistfight, Duncan was on thin ice with his boss. Again.

Next to him, Simon tapped away at his mobile phone, chatting up this week's object of lust, the pretty little thing from the coffee shop around the block. What was her name again? He paused to think about it. He was fairly sure it started with a 'C' but couldn't remember anything else. He'd have to double check with one of the others before their dinner date the following night.

With his fingers flying across his computer keyboard, Matt gave off every impression of a professional, but if one cared to look at the screen they would have noticed that rather then police work, he was deeply engaged in an IM conversation with Jen, who was directly across from him. Every so often their eyes would meet over the top of their computer screens and they'd smile at each other before returning to their conversation

Duncan happened to glance up in time to witness one such exchange. He nudged Simon and they both rolled their eyes at their colleagues' shameless flirting. Pathetic.

They both heartily wished that their friend would get over himself and make his move already. Watching him constantly staring at Jen when he thought nobody was looking was nauseating. If only he'd work up the guts to ask her out for dinner, spin some Italian at her and be done with it. It would do everyone a favour.

The clock on the wall read 4:05. In fifty-five minutes time they would all be free. The ticking of the clock and the clicking of computer keys were the only sounds that broke the silence as the four friends 'worked.'

Jen sighed. It had been a long day and she for one, needed a coffee. She stood up and stretched.

"I'm going for coffee," she announced. "Anyone want one?"

"I do." All three men answered in unison.

"All right. Be back soon." She reached for her purse.

Matt stood up too. "Jen wait. I'll get them, it 's my turn to buy."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I could do with some fresh air anyway."

She sat back down. "Fine by me. Thanks Matt, you just saved me about fifteen bucks."

Ten minutes later, Matt emerged from the lift and handed out the coffee as well as a small choc-chip muffin he'd bought for Jen. She looked at him in surprise. How had he known that she'd been craving for one of these all day? It was one of the many things he did that made him her best mate.

"By the way, Simon," said Matt. "Carla said hello."

"Carla, that's her name! Thanks Mattie!" Simon was relieved. Carla. That was it. He made a mental note of it.

Jen shook her head in disbelief. She glanced at Matt who just shrugged. He'd long since given up on trying to get Simon to change his womanizing ways. Just as she settled herself with her muffin and coffee her desk phone rang.

"Mapplethorpe…"

While she was distracted with the phone call, Matt seized the opportunity to study the woman he'd been in love with ever since she'd set foot in Homicide six months ago.

Intelligent and vivacious as she was beautiful, he hadn't been able to keep himself from falling head-over-heels for his best friend and colleague. Wary of sabotaging their friendship he did his best to keep his feelings tightly under wraps but he couldn't help it if his eyes…wandered on occasion.

There was a clatter as the phone slipped from Jen's grasp and onto the desk. As he watched, the colour drained from her face until she was white as a sheet. Her face was set into a state of blank shock, and as she hung up the phone he noticed her hands beginning to shake uncontrollably.

"Jen? You OK?" It was a stupid question. He didn't have to be a detective to be able to tell that something was very, very wrong.

"Fine," she murmured, more to herself then Matt. "I'm fine."

"No you're not. What's wrong?"

She forced a smile. "Really Matt, I'm fine. I'm just going to go to the bathroom."

She eased herself out of her chair and walked away with Matt's eyes on her the whole way. She was unsteady on her feet and trembling all over. She made it about halfway across the room and then stopped dead, swaying a little on the spot.

Matt knew what was going to happen a split second before it did. He hurled himself from his chair and sprinted to her side, just in time to catch her as she collapsed.

So that's chapter 1. Please review if you liked it or even if you didn't.