A/N: So, yeah. Yet another random thing that came out of nowhere. Anyways, CI's not mine.
It bothered her, half the things she heard. Mind, she was a cop, and likely to be bothered by what she was made to listen to, case-wise. But those were not the only things that bothered her. No, it was the little things, squad room conversations…comments about her partner.
If they knew him as well as she did, she probably wouldn't have been bothered by it. But they didn't, and it did. Yes, they were different; he was unorthodox, and she was conventional, but they clicked. That was all that mattered. To her, anyway. They did good work together, she mused, glancing towards her partner's chair. That alone should've spoken for itself.
Her friends in Vice had been the first to start telling her stories, first about the Major Case Squad, and then about her partner. She'd ignored them. And then, and she squirmed uncomfortably at the thought, then she'd handed in that letter. But she'd taken it back, and they'd been on shaky ground for a minute there, but they were ok again, and back to normal.
The comments, however, continued to come, and she felt guilty whenever they did, and tried not to think of how close she'd come to joining those who made them. Her partner, however, was oblivious to all of this, and was instead preoccupied with their latest case. She watched him for a moment, silently rising to her feet when he did, and followed him out of the squad room, keys in hand, and a faint smile on her face.
She had heard the rumors, yes…but that was all they ever were…and all they ever would be.