From: adjonas2000@yahoo.com   
      
   Somewhere In Between   
      
   By:  Amy Jonas   
      
   E-mail: adjonas2000@yahoo.com   
      
   Category: Gen/Het; Jimmy/Yves  Romance/Angst   
      
   Rating: PG   
      
   Summary: Jimmy and Yves' discussion of their broken relationship   
   takes a surprising turn.   
      
   Achieve:  Yes, go ahead and take it.  Just let me know.   
      
   Disclaimers:  Not mine.  They belong to others.   
      
   Notes:  This is a continuation to My Immortal but you don't have to   
   read it to understand this.   
      
   Notes:  Thanks to my tremendous beta, Mags for all her support, fic   
   talk and her `teacher' looks.  Thanks to Mike (Scanner) for all his   
   support and hugs and to everyone in IRC for their encouragement.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
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   "Dude, ya stare any harder and your eyeballs are gonna pop."  Langly   
   said.   
      
   "I'm not staring,"  Jimmy denied quickly, tearing his gaze from the   
   bar and feigning interest in the surveillance equipment they were   
   packing into protective foam cases.    Heat flushed through his face   
   when the hacker snorted his disbelief but thankfully Langly didn't   
   say anything else.   
      
   He glanced back toward the bar where Yves sat looking like an Angel   
   amidst the commotion of their sting operation.  God, she was   
   beautiful.  Her shimmering black dress clung to her curves like a   
   second skin; accentuating her olive skin perfectly.  Long black hair   
   tumbled down her back in loose waves.   
      
   The pain which had settled into a dull ache from their recent break   
   up now flared like a hot, jagged  blade in his chest.   
      
   He thought if only he could talk to her; tell her how he felt then   
   things would be different.  Jimmy wanted to laugh or maybe cry.  He   
   wasn't sure which; maybe it was both because when he had the chance   
   to talk to her; he had blown it.   
      
   Five days ago the guys had gone to meet an informant.  He had been   
   alone at the warehouse doing some research when Yves dropped by   
   unexpectedly.  They hadn't been alone together since they broke up   
   and it had taken them both by surprise.   
      
   They just stared at each other; the air vibrating with tension and   
   something that eluded him.  He ached to hold her and touch her; tell   
   her he still loved her; that he was sorry for everything that went   
   wrong between them.  But before he could get the words out, she   
   turned and left.   
      
   "Looks like the Black Widow's had enough teamwork for today."   
      
   Langly's pointed dig snapped Jimmy from the memory.  "Don't call…"   
   He stopped, the meaning sinking in.  He whipped his gaze to the   
   bar.   
      
   She was gone.   
      
   Jimmy didn't think.  He dropped the delicate sensor and took off,   
   ignoring Langly's shout of protest.  His heart beat a crazy rhythm   
   in his chest.  He wasn't sure what he was doing.  All he knew was   
   that he had to talk to Yves; tell her everything he had been unable   
   to say at the warehouse.   
      
   "Yves!"  He pushed though a knot of people, searching the faceless   
   crowd for the shimmer of her dress, the swish of black hair.   
   Where?  And then he saw it. A wave of appreciative male glances left   
   in her wake.  "Yves, wait!"  He put on a burst of speed, charging   
   past his startled friends; ignoring Byers concerned question.   
      
   He caught up to Yves outside the hotel lounge.  "Yves, we need to   
   talk."  Grabbing her shoulder, Jimmy turned her around to face him.   
      
   Jimmy inhaled sharply.  In the soft light she looked impossibly   
   beautiful.  Something rippled behind her eyes before disappearing,   
   making her appear both untouchable and vulnerable at the same time.   
   His hand slid from her shoulder to clasp her fingers.  He opened his   
   mouth to speak but the words lodged in his throat while a cacophony   
   of emotions swirled and blazed through him.  The silence stretched   
   and sizzled between them like a taut wire.  It was an instant replay   
   of those horrible few minutes last week.   
      
   Another ripple behind her eyes, longer this time.  And then it was   
   gone.   
      
   "I don't have time for this Jimmy," Yves snapped.  She felt a sting   
   of regret when he flinched.  She hadn't meant for the words to come   
   out so harsh but after last week, seeing Jimmy tonight was more   
   difficult that she expected.   
      
   She tugged at her hand but he was clutching it like a life preserver.   
      
   "Jimmy…" she intended to tell him there was nothing left to discuss,   
   nothing left at all but when she saw his face, her resolve   
   crumbled.  His face had always been a canvas for his emotions and   
   now - fear, sorrow, desperation, longing and regret - were all   
   vibrant brushstrokes on his face.   
      
   A soft, insistent coughing drew Yves' attention.  Looking past   
   Jimmy's shining, blue eyes she discovered they had an audience.  The   
   Gunmen, Agents Doggett and Reyes and several other people were   
   watching them.  Byers coughed again, averting his gaze.  Yves had   
   always been a private person and that anyone had been privy to such   
   a private moment  made her uncomfortable.   
      
   Yves stepped away from the door, intending to leave when she caught   
   Jimmy's eye.  He understood her discomfiture and she appreciated the   
   silent apology.  What stopped her was the entreaty in his eyes.   
      
   She should ignore it but Jimmy was right.  They needed to talk.  But   
   not here.   
      
      
      
      
      
   ****************   
      
      
      
      
   "Would you like a drink?"  Yves asked; circling the polished bar.   
   She didn't want one and Jimmy didn't normally drink hard liquor but   
   she needed time to consider what she was going to say to him .   
      
   Jimmy stood in the middle of the hotel suite she had rented staring   
   at her while `washing' his hands; one over the other.  It was an old   
   nervous habit of his that Yves hadn't seen in years and it unsettled   
   her.  What was more troubling was she didn't know why.   
      
   "Got an J&B?"  Jimmy asked approaching the bar.   
      
   "For what this suite cost, I should hope not."  Yves' wry tone   
   earned a faint smile from Jimmy. She scanned the selections, taking   
   the closest bottle which she noted was *NOT* J&B and poured the deep   
   amber liquid into two glasses.   
      
   Jimmy took the glass she offered him and stared at the liquid as if   
   held answers only he could see.  "I'm so stupid," he said tonelessly.   
      
   "You are *not* stupid," Yves said, her voice firm. She hated when he   
   put himself down; something else he hadn't done in years but this   
   time she sensed there was something more than self-depreciation.   
      
   "Maybe this would be easier if I was," Jimmy murmured, sinking onto   
   one of the cream leather bar stools.  He set the still full glass   
   down with a thunk, looking at her.  "Ever since we bro -"  his voice   
   cracked on the word and he dropped his gaze to her slender hand   
   resting on the polished wood surface.   
      
    He remembered when he had taken her hand outside the lounge.  Her   
   fingers had automatically curled around his and her warmth seemed to   
   flow into him.  Then their eyes met.  For the space of a few seconds   
   there had been a connection between them; alive and real.   
      
   And the words he so desperately wanted to say still hovered on the   
   tip of his tongue, tormenting him with their simplicity.   
      
   "All you need is love," Jimmy murmured.   
      
   If only it was that simple.   
      
   `Jimmy, it's not -"   
      
   "I know."  His eyes revealed his pain.  "Until that day at the   
      
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