Do not own the characters; but I did enjoy creating this story. I don't have the back story of the actual time of Amanda and Joe's divorce; I just went with an estimate. Also, I never remember an actual name and date of Lee's partner's death; so if this is something different of something I missed; I apologize. This story is set before Lee and Amanda actually met. I still hope you enjoy this story. Sometimes a stranger is just what a person needs. I hope you enjoy; careful this is definitely rated M for a steamy reason! Read/Review please if you wish.

Me and My Broken Heart

September 1982

"I guess that takes care of everything, Amanda. The papers are all signed and I will have my clerk file them. It should take about three weeks I think for it all to be final. We will each get a copy of the final papers, but in all reality we are divorced. I am so sorry it came to this." Joe sounded completely detached to Amanda.

"Joe, so I am; the boys are the only thing that matter between us. I want you to know that you are welcome to see them whenever you are in the country."

"Thank you, I appreciate that very much. I love my children. I hate this; I love you, Amanda."

"I hate this too; I have to go, Joe." Amanda walked out of Joe's office then she ran past the elevator as it was opening. The two men stepping from the elevator jumped back as the brunette ran past in a hurry crying.

"What the hell was that?" Andrew Cramer asked of his partner, Lee Stetson.

"I don't know, but I hope I never get on her bad side. She will run your ass over."

"Stetson, you haven't been close to anything like that in months; since Italy, you are so coming out with me this weekend. You need a red-blooded American distraction."

"Cramer, you are my partner, not my pimp. I can get distracted all on my own, just ask Billy. Now let's get these files to that damn lawyer that is leaving for Africa next week." The two friends made their way down the hall to the office of Joseph King. A pretty red head was sitting at her desk when they walked in and Lee saw his partner's eyes perk up.

"Hello, we are from the Agency. We have the files on Estocia for a Joseph King." Andrew Cramer said as he smiled at the red head.

"Mr. King cannot be disturbed at the moment. I will make sure he gets the files. Thank you for bringing them by for him."

"Not a problem, just doing our job. My name is Andy." Lee watched as she hesitated then gave him her hand replying, "I'm Corrine."

"Corrine, this may be too bold, but you are beautiful and I need a date this weekend; can I get your information to make that happen?"

Lee rolled his eyes; this guy was the worst. "Is your friend here for real?" Corrine asked Lee.

"Yes, unfortunately he is for real. Please take pity on him and say yes, or I will have to listen to him for the rest of the day about how you broke his heart."

Laughing she wrote her information down handing it to Lee's partner and they left.

"Yes, Stetson, the best damn wingman, oh how I have missed you. What would I do without you?"

"Let's hope we never find out."

Two weeks later…

Slamming her small body up against the door as they entered his apartment; Lee barely came up for air. He frantically pulled her coat from her as her hands hurried as much as his to remove the barrier of clothes between them. Her hands moved to his hair pulling him in closer as she devoured his mouth as passionately as he did hers.

Holding her in place he began getting frustrated with the buttons on her blouse, "Are you really attached to this blouse?" He asked as he ripped it opened sending the offending buttons all over the floor.

"Not any more I suppose." She answered smiling at him.

"I'll give you one of mine." He whispered into her neck as he found an extremely sensitive spot at the base and began to kiss her there.

"Oh my…" His mouth covered hers again while he slid her skirt and underclothes from her. He glanced over her naked body pinned to his front door still and asked, "I think I am overdressed; want to help me out of these?"

"Absolutely, I do." She wasted no time in tugging his tie from him as well as removing his shirt in the process. "AJ, you are good at this." He said.

Without the barrier of clothing between them any longer she reached between them and began to feel the full length of him all the while kissing just behind his ear. He lifted her wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck he plunged in to her; pinning her between him and the door.

Her cries of ecstasy grew with each thrust of his hips. He placed his hands on the side of her head to force her to look him in the eyes. He wanted to see her pleasure not just feel it. He wanted to know that even though this was what it was; he still wanted to know it was him she was with. Their release was simultaneous; both crying out for the other and both holding on to the other for balance as they both returned to their normal frame of thought.

She hadn't felt like this in years. She needed this tonight and if this man was willing to allow her use of his body to take out her frustration she was willing to let him.

"Follow me, AJ."

He led her to the bedroom that was a hell of a lot neater than his living room she noticed, but that didn't matter all she wanted at that moment was to be in this man's arms; hoping he could get her to forget for a while.

Forgetting was exactly what she did as he laid her down on the bed and covered her with his now naked body. She finally noticed the scars on him but didn't allow herself to ask about them. She didn't want to know or care about this man; she only wanted what he could give her at this moment.

He saw he look over his scars, wondering if she would ask about them, hoping she didn't. Tonight was about forgetting and getting lost in the beauty of the woman beneath him. He needed her to get him through tonight.

"How about we slow this ride down some, AJ?" He asked.

"Skip, whatever you are in the mood for I am up for tonight." She leaned up and bit at his lips in order for him to continue.

He took his cue from her. They began kissing again, he couldn't contain it to just her lips. He wanted to taste every inch of her and he did. His head moved from her lips to her neck; covering the distance from left to right. He moved lower to her collar bone, spending a lot of time at the apex of her breasts before moving on to them. He took one nipple in his mouth and then the other. Teasing her beyond thought and reason; he continued his journey lower across her abdomen. Reaching his intended point of interest he flicked his tongue out and lightly teased her; gauging from her response he continued his assault on her center until her body stiffened and she began to cry out the only name she knew for him.

Rising above her, he never fully gave her time to recover from her climax as he placed her over him and had her straddle him. "You set the pace now; do whatever you want."

She placed her hands over his tight and chiseled abdomen rocking back and forth in a slow tortuous motion. She wanted to make him beg for his release. Plead with her to finish what she was doing. Make him want her more, need her more, but mostly she wanted him to beg for her. She didn't know this stranger inside her and at that particular moment she didn't care; but she did want him to beg for her to give him his release. That power was what she wanted at that moment.

He felt her slow movements and thought he was going to go mad. He could tell from the look in her eyes she wanted something from him, but for the life of him he couldn't read her. He didn't want to read her he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to pour all the pain he was feeling into this woman and have her take it with her when she left.

"What do you want?" She asking slowing her motions to the point of practically stopping; 'he will beg for it' she thought to herself, she even saw it in his eyes at that very moment.

Pulling her face inches from his he said through his gritted teeth, "I want you to fuck me!" Placing his mouth over hers and demonstrating his need with his tongue.

Smiling she said, "Was that so hard to say?" Her movements went from slow and tortuous to fast and fiery. She felt powerful over him, she felt sexy, and she felt like a new woman with every stroke of him inside her.

They continued touching, nipping at each other, tasting until neither could hold on any longer. She leaned her head back arching her body as she called out his name. At the same moment, he plunged deeper up inside her calling her name as well.

Falling forward on him, he rolled them to their side, still joined. "Wow, that was intense if I do say so myself." She said, smiling brightly at the handsome man whose arms were wrapped tightly around her.

"Yes, that was. I guess it had been a long time for both of us; not just me." His dimpled smiled shown down at her. She snuggled closer for just a moment; she knew that if she allowed herself to relax too much she would be asleep and she had every intention to go home.

"AJ, do you want something to drink?" He asked as he stood and walked toward the door.

"Water, if you have it." She said pulling the sheet over her as he left the room.

"I should, I paid the water bill this month." They both laughed at that. A few minutes later he returned with her water and her clothes that were left by the front door.

"Is this my cue to go?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure you had all of your things when you are ready to leave."

"That is okay, I need to get going anyway, Skip. Can I ask where you got the nick name Skip?"

"My uncle, my real name is…"

"No, please don't tell me." She asked as she set the glass of water on the table and began to get dressed. As she went to put on her blouse, she remembered the buttons being nonexistent, "Um, I hate to ask but do you have something I can wear home?"

"Yeah, hang on, hey, sorry about that by the way." He told her as he handed her one of his tee shirts.

"No problem, you didn't hear me complaining did you? Thanks." Taking the shirt from him she finished dressing.

She walked out of the room to find him in the living room and not really sure how this was supposed to go; seeing as she had never done this before she took her cues from him. He noticed her looking for something and asked, "What are you looking for, AJ?"

Blushing she said, "My shoes, coat, and purse, Skip."

"They are all still by the door. Are you sure you are ready to leave? Nothing says you can't spend the night."

"I think we both know that for whatever reasons we had, an all-night sleep over is not what either one of us was looking for." He moved closer and placed his hands over hers to stop her from closing her coat, "Doesn't mean that it can't turn into one, does it?" He placed his lips on her neck at nipped at a spot under her ear.

"As nice as that is, I really have to go home. I had a really great time."

"Can I get your number?"

"No, I don't think so. I think we have served our purpose for one another."

Smiling he said, "AJ, that is very logical."

"I am a very logical person, Skip."

He pulled her close, pinning her to the door again, and kissing her. "Do you need a ride home?"

Catching her breath she said, "Nope, I followed you here, remember?"

"Okay, AJ, I have nothing left to keep you here, so, uh, I think you are right you need to go before I handcuff you to the bed and not allow you to leave."

"Handcuffs, now you tell me?" She said as she headed for the elevator, pushing the button, and heading home.

Lee Stetson and Amanda King both laid in their beds later that evening thinking how they had both purged so many feelings of anger, hurt, and betrayal in the arms of a stranger. Amanda learned that she was still desirable and Lee learned that he still had life in him; no matter what form it took. Both of them also took solace in knowing that one divorce was not the end of desire and for the other that death was not the end of life.

October 1983

"Scarecrow," Billy Melrose said as his best agent looked back toward him, "I think we just found you a partner."

"Cut it out, Billy."