I keep having these half-finished fics in my documents so trying out the drabble dealio! This has been sitting open for a while… Ta-da!
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Coming Home
Alexis is about to call out for her father, once she enters the loft, when her grandmother shushes her and points towards the couch. She turns to see the sight, her father and his partner wrapped in each other, asleep, with a movie playing. It's almost picturesque; his arms wrapped tightly around her, and her head on his chest.
The two women turn to each other, with the same question shining in their eyes: When did this happen?
Yet they wonder if this was an accident. Perhaps there was a case they were working on and fell asleep, but both women seemed to know that there was something more. This little set up looked to be something completely different from working on a case.
They know that there will be a chat with the partners, now seemingly every sense of the word. But as the detective let out a sigh and snuggled in closer to her writer, Martha and Alexis know that the talk can wait until morning.
As Martha heads to go upstairs, she can't help the smile that blossoms on her face. Her boy had got the girl. And from the looks of it, Martha can't help but think that this will be the last girl her son will ever want. As she looks at him and his detective from the top of the stairs, she thinks of all the ways she will be able to tease the partners in the morning.
Alexis stands there for a second longer, her mind going a mile a minute, but she knows that with some time, and some answers, she will be happy for the pair. All she hopes is that the detective won't hurt Alexis' dad and try to keep him safe. With one last look at her father, Alexis quietly slips upstairs after her grandmother, with a great number of questions that are bursting to be answered. But for now, they will have to wait.