Author's Note: Inspired by a prompt from beautybecks over at LiveJournal's comment_fic. The prompt was "Eureka, Nathan/Jack, just how did Jack get those green grass stains on his uniform?"
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The bell above the door tinkled softly as Jack Carter entered the newly reconstructed dry cleaners. The building had just held it's grand reopening a few days before, and Sheriff Carter had a lot of laundry to catch up on.
"Hey Callie, nice place you've got here."
"Thanks, Jack. We weren't able to to salvage much after the accident, but the reconstruction team really did wonders for this place. I think I might even like it better this way." She smiled as Jack surveyed the shiny new machines and the cheery decor, a stark contrast to the plain white walls that had encased the old cleaning shop.
"I let Vincent help out with the decorating," she giggled.
"Yeah, I can tell." Jack slowly set his laundry down on the counter. A uniform with grass stains on the rear and elbows topped the pile. Someone had been cloud-watching recently.
An awkward silence hung in the air.
"You know, Callie..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm really sorry that things didn't work out between us. I truly am." Jack wasn't quite sure what had happened. Callie was a nice girl, and he had enjoyed their conversations, but things just hadn't felt, well, right. He knew that Callie had sensed it too, as over time the frequency of her phone calls had lessened from near-daily to none at all.
Callie laughed. "Oh, that. Don't worry about it, I'm just glad that you're happy now." She flashed Jack a conspiratorial grin. Happy now? Wait, wha-? She couldn't possibly know, could she?
"Well, uh, thanks?" Jack cracked a tiny smile as he turned to leave the laundromat. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."
As the door shut behind the sheriff, Callie smiled to herself as she began to prepare the sheriff's clothes for laundering. She had just the formula to get those pesky grass stains out, as she had tested it only this morning on an impeccably tailored suit. As Callie went to prepare the mixture, the sound of her quiet giggling resonated in harmony with the soft tinkling of the bells above the door.