A/N: Unfortunately I still haven't watched more than seasons 1 and 2, so I know that writing a story involving Eddie Janko is dangerous, but there were two comments (anonymously, I'm afraid ) asking for a sequel – one about Jamie and Eddie and their promised date. And – honestly – I've been dying to write a love story for Jamie (even though I know from experience that I'm not really good at it). So – I have no idea if or where this is going to go, but thought I'd give it a try, and I hope you do, too. :)

No snow this morning. Eddie's heart sank as she saw water dropping from the roof. The ice was melting, it was warm for February, and normally she would be grinning madly now – she loved spring. Had always, would always, in a totally childish way. Nothing in her past or her present could ever change that.

Except maybe for the fact that spring meant there was no ice anymore. And no ice skating with Jamie.

As she drove through the city Eddie found herself going through the same thoughts as yesterday, and the day before, and… every day for the last three and a half weeks. That was when Jamie had started working again after being mugged up and almost killed by the Gailmans.
Eddie knew he had enough on his mind, with Sean certainly still suffering from his kidnapping, and probably Jack suffering from not getting enough attention, and from his own abduction, too.
Renzulli was right, this family really never was at peace.
Actually she should be happy that Jamie had forgotten about her.

Eddie bit her lips as the thought made her stomach cramp. Stupid butterflies! She was a cop. She had come here to be a cop, to do whatever she could to help other people, and now she was whining for her own sake again? Again?

Maybe it would have been better if her new partner Eddie Rickers (yes, destiny was ironic) wasn't such a misogynic idiot. And maybe she wouldn't think that bad about Eddie if she hadn't worked with the best man on earth before. Well… yes, she would.
But it wasn't only the other Eddie or the forgotten date or the fact that the commissioner himself had let her status getting change so a relationship between her and his youngest son wouldn't be against the rules.
Of course, being acclaimed by Frank Reagan wasn't a bad thing, but the more days passed the less Eddie cared. About everything, actually.

What had happened? What had she done wrong at the late Christmas dinner that had made Jamie turn away from her completely?
No matter how often she replayed the evening in her mind, and she did way more often than a grown-up woman should (and sometimes she just did it to distract herself from her partner's comments), Eddie found nothing wrong. She had been herself, and she had been happy. And for heaven's sake, Jamie had been happy too! And he had touched her knee, and not. By. Chance! What had happened then? Where had she said something wrong?

The same questions every morning. Eddie felt sick as she reached the precinct. This building had been her dream, her second home three months ago – and now all she wanted was turn around and run, away from Eddie, away from Jamie, away from her stupid self. She had promised herself never again to let somebody else ruin her dreams.
It was her life, after all, and the only ones who had the right to destroy it were God and herself.
Robert had already taken too much from her. She couldn't have Jamie take away her joy in being a cop, too.

Eddie took a deep breath. Enough waited and hoped. She wasn't a damsel in distress waiting for a knight. She was the goddamn knight, and she would go ice skating. One way or another.