Is it too late for you to hold me?

Author: AbbyGibbs

Fandom: "Miss Fisher's murder mysteries."

Pairing: Phryne/Jack

Rating: T

Spoilers: 2X12 "Unusual Habits"

Summary: Jack has a hard time dealing with George's 'betrayal', but it not the only thing his difficulties to handle with… The man who always tries to do the right thing and to behave properly might for once.

Warning: I cannot really think of one.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Kerry Greenwood and ABC.

No copyright infringement intended.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY; MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE WAITED A LITTLE LONGER BEFORE, POSTING THIS FIRST CHAPTER. AFTER PULPRITER BROUGHT ONE OF MY MISTAKES IN LIGHT, WHICH I THANK HER FOR, I DID AS SHE SUGGESTED AND REREAD MY CHAPTER OUTLOUT, AND WITH IT, MADE SOME MODIFICATION IN THE ENTIRE CHAPTER I HOPE YOU DO NOT HOLD IT AGAINST ME AND THAT YOU WILL REREAD THE CHAPTER AND SEE THE MODIFICATIONS.

THANKS AGAIN TO PULPRITER AND EVERYONE FOR THEIR SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENTS, YOU ARE AMAZING, ALL OF YOU!

In this story I will not be so mild with Rosie than I have been in my story "The best out of Me" it is not a sequel to that particular story either, but I promise I will write one. The idea came in a flash so I do not really know where this is going just yet, but I hope it will work out as good I the primer idea is playing in my head. I have no idea about a many pages this will be it could be a short story as it can become a longer one. I am not entirely sure about it yet.

I hope that is story will come out as good as it is in my head. *crossing fingers*

I would like to thank Essie Davis, Nathan Page, as well as all the members of the cast and crew that work on the show and have made it a pure delight to watch. A big thank you to Kerry Greenwood, without her, Miss Phryne Fisher would not exist.

Feedbacks: well, I would love them, of course – who would not? Please, only if you respect my work because it takes a lot of time and energy to get a story together. I love writing; I would not allow anyone to discourage me from doing so, never. I do not have any problems at all with readers who choose not to go for this, but I decidedly do with those who write disrespectful mails just because they did not get the ending they would have wanted. If you want to tell me what I might have done better within the story I made up, you are always very welcome to let me know. But if your only concern is to rant about it, then please, do it in private, okay? Thank you.

However, those who like it drop a review, please!

Chapter One

Stabbed in the heart

Jack was holding Rosie tightly in his arms as he waited patiently for her sobs to calm down. She had been through a rough time today. His thoughts yet were with Phryne. How was she feeling? Would she think less of him after this case? He certainly felt less of himself, because he had not seen anything, betrayed and empty, but most of all, Jack felt disappointed. If would feel the same about him, he would not blame her for it. His chivalry at times, irritated him. What else could he have done? Someone cannot his being in five minutes.

His chivalry had not done much good these last few years, had it? Everything was such a mess now. He was a divorced Detective Inspector, desperately in love with a woman, but he could not bring up his courage to do something about it because he did not want to become another on her long list of lovers.

Finally, Rosie seemed to calm down after awhile, but he felt her grip on him tightened a little bit. If only… they did not share a past together, then he maybe could have put his heart into comforting her, but instead all he could think of was, Phryne.

Miss Fisher understood him so much better than Rosie ever had. She did not try to change him. Phryne accepted him just the way he was; He wanted Phryne to comfort him. To hold him, to feel her arms around him would be enough for him. Today had been so difficult, and he felt so tired, but he was not sure, he could ask such a favor of her even if they were friends.

Jack felt Rosie move in his arms. She pulled her head back so she could look into his eyes. Why had it not worked out between them? Why had neither of them made any effort for their marriage to hold stand? Maybe she could try to seduce him again, but then again, she was not sure, suddenly that there ever was anything other than respect between them.

Phryne Fisher was always around him, like flies on a jam jar for cry's sake, she could not understand how he could stand this woman, and she had such a reputation. Her ex-husband could do so much better than have her in his frequentations…

"Why were you at her house?" She asked him, softly, but her voice had also a reprimanding note to it. It frustrated him.

There she was again, reprimanding, Rosie. Jack thought.

"George took me of the case, remember?"

"I know that, but why did you have to go at her place?"

"I did not want to give up on the investigation, and she was kind enough to offer me A place where I could keep doing police work like it's supposed to be done, Rosie." Jack told her, a little bit annoyed by her questions. He knew his ex-wife had never like Phryne, but he had the disagreeable impression that she wanted to make Miss Fisher pass for something she was definitely not.

"All she wanted to do was helping me in my quest of Justice."

"Oh right, the heroine, Lady Detective of all your stories, Jack." Rosie said in a sarcastic tone as she disentangled herself of his arms somewhat forcefully.

The Inspector did not reply at her comment; he simply glared at his ex-wife.

"Do you not see all she does is making things worse for you, Jack?"

"You must be unwell my dear, because you are repeating yourself. I think you've already said something like this earlier."

"It's because you are stubborn, and do not listen to what is good for you, Jack."

Jack was starting to boil inside; Rosie pretended to know what is good for him, while she was the one, always wanting to make him better in hope to climb higher on the social ladder for her own benefit. Unfortunately, for him that particular side of Rosie Sanderson only showed itself once they were married. If he had known it sooner… he probably would not have married her in the first place.

Their union had only made the both of them unhappy in the end. The daughter of George Sanderson had been the wrong choice. Suddenly for some unknown reason he could not take it anymore.

"Says the woman who never once wondered what I really wanted while we were married."

Rosie looked scandalized, and outraged. "How can you say that, after everything I have done for you?"

"What exactly have you done for me, Miss Sanderson?" He asked her, dryly.

Rosie's temper rose as well, as she answered him. She could not believe that her ex-husband was standing in front her, pretending she had done nothing for him during their married years. Jack would not be half the man he was today if it was not for her.

"You are what you are thanks to me, Jack Robinson! You would have become even more if you would not be so stubborn." The woman's voice got louder as the words came out of her mouth.

"Oh, I see, I should have looked the other way and letting people get hurt or worse so I could become Chief Commissioner, just like your father. Is that what you mean?" Jack told, Rosie coldly, so coldly even that her blood froze into her veins.

Never before had she heard him, talking the way he did to her just now.

"This Miss Fisher of yours is definitely not good for you."

"Leave her out of this and you might be right, but she does not pretend to be someone, she is not, Rosie." Jack pointed out to her.

His ex-wife looked at him sternly then. "Are you saying that I pretend to be someone I'm not?"

Gorge Sanderson's daughter could not believe her ears. Jack had never been like this before; she wondered what had happened to him. Maybe Jack was not the man she had always thought he was after all. War had already changed him. Now it was the honorable Miss Fisher though to her, there was nothing honorable about Phryne Fisher. Everything about that woman was irritable, extravagant, outrageous and scandalous.

Rosie could decidedly not see what her ex-husband saw in her.

"For the life of me, I cannot see why you are friends with a woman like her."

"That is because you do not see how she really is. You do not want to see how she really is. All you see about her is what you and most people want to see." He told her, the gaze in his eyes, softening instantly.

"What more is there to see about that woman other than the fact that she sleeps around, and behaves scandalously? Seriously Jack." She asked coming closer again.

He signed, he did not like where this conversation was going. He did not want a fight with his ex-wife; he did not want to hear her talking about Phryne the way she did right now. Each of Rosie's words about Miss Fisher felt as if she was stabbing him in his heart.

Strangely, Jack, felt he would love to the same the woman who was once his Rosie.

To be continued.

A/N #2: I hope this start is worth something, I for one have enjoyed writing this first chapter, I hope you have enjoyed reading this.

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