AN: I've had this slight AU idea going through my head for a little and have started and stopped writing it for a good while. But, it seems as if I've been bitten by the writing bug (and by the confidence God's) and I'm here with an installment of what I'm hoping (fingers crossed) becomes a multi chapter fic.
As always: I don't own Rookie Blue, it's characters, or the potential heart breaking story lines.
Enjoy. Review if you'd like.
"Trace, you just don't understand."
"I don't think I want to understand, Gail." Traci responds to my incessant ramblings of last night's endeavors. "I've told you so many times, hearing about your sex life is like me telling you about mine and Steve's sex life."
I pull a face, almost spitting coffee out across the table. "That is absolutely revolting, never mention my brother and the word sex in the same sentence ever again."
Traci lets out a laugh loud enough for the few heads in the parade room to turn and look at the two of us. I slap her leg and lean against the table in front of me. For having a hangover I felt quite great. It was probably the events from last night that just made me feel like that, now that I think of it, my arms do kind of hurt. The rest of the shift filters and I ignore the rant that Frank is going on in front of the room. I felt my phone vibrate against my leg and instantly went for it forgetting where I was.
You could have at least left a note.
I narrow my eyes at my phone trying to figure out how she had gotten my number. I probably drunkenly forgot that I put it in her phone.
"Got something to share with the class, Peck?" Frank calls out. I drop my phone back into my pocket quickly reverting my eyes back to the front.
"Nope. Sorry Sir."
"Don't be too sorry, you've got desk duty now. Okay everyone, keep those streets safe, we're all comin' home tonight. Assignments are on the board."
I let out a huff as I push the seat back. Traci looks at me with a smirk on her face as if she knew going into today that I would end up on desk duty. It isn't as bad as everyone thinks it is. Unless you've got one of those 13 hour shifts that just seems to drag on.
Lucky for me though, today was just a good old fashioned 8 hours in the barn and then I could go home and sleep. Since I clearly didn't get much of it last night. I walk over to the coffee pot and top off my mug. As soon as the hot liquid touches my lips I can't help but to let out a moan of appreciation. I feel a hand clap my shoulder and I turn around to find the owner of the offending object. I narrow my eyes angrily at Chris.
"Didja have a good night last night? You didn't come home and I got worried." He's so cute, like a puppy.
"No need to worry Diaz, unless you slap your hand onto my shoulder again. Then I would start worrying." Chris puts his hands up in defense taking a couple steps backwards.
"I'll see yah at home tonight, yeah?" He turns and walks off trailing Dov.
I mosey my way over to the front desk, preparing to face the boredom that is sure to ensue when I am stopped by someone sitting in the chair behind the desk. I place my mug rather loudly on the counter and the person sitting in the chair jumps and turns around quickly.
"Oh! You must be Officer," the girl squints at my name tag, "Peck. Officer Peck."
I raise my brow and look down at her, "Yeah, that's me. Why are sitting here?"
"Oh, Officer Shaw? I think that was his name. I am terrible at remembering names, told me I was on desk today. Said he wasn't quite sure which of you guys would be my TO so he just wanted to give it a couple days." She smiles and stands up offering me the seat.
"I don't want that, it's warm. How are you a cop if you can't remember people's names? That kind of defeats the purpose of the whole," I gesture to her uniform, "cop thing."
"Remembering names is the least of my troubles. I was second in the Academy, my dad is the Deputy Chief. I've got a lot to uphold. With my name and everything." She points to the tag on her shirt. "Quinn Crenshaw."
"So you must already know who I am. Seeing as your father is a rank above my mother and two above my father." I plop down into the chair grabbing for my coffee mug.
"Well, I didn't really know who you were, but I knew your name. I thought you would be more," she thinks for a minute tapping her finger on her chin, "intimidating. I mean your mother is terrifying."
"You can say that again," I mumble before taking a long pull off my coffee.
"Your mother is terrifying," She repeats pulling another chair up and sitting down in it.
"You're going to annoy the hell out of me today, aren't you?"
"I'm not going to try to, ma'am."
"Officer Peck." I state. "I'm not a hundred years old." I set my mug down on the desk and reach for a couple reports that were left from the overnight shift.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket again and I let out a groan in response. I reach in and grab it out again looking down at the screen.
Or you could not text me back either, was this just a onetime thing? Because I wouldn't be opposed to it happening often.
I was in parade, I got desk duty thanks to you.
I've got no idea what that means.
It means I'm not roaming the streets making them safer.
Psh, as if you'd actually make them safe.
Fuck you.
You already did. ;)
I toss my phone into the corner of the desk, ignoring any text messages that I just might receive. I continue working on the paper work, taking the couple random calls that come through. The typical ones like: lost jewelry, lost pets, drunks needing a ride, the most absurd things you could imagine.
About halfway through my shift, I refill my mug, willing the caffeine to help keep me awake. Crenshaw felt the need to keep entertaining me with useless facts about the random items that were littered across the desk. I leaned back in my chair staring at the ceiling. I hear heels click on the tile in the lobby and Crenshaw's peppy voice greet the person.
"Welcome to 15 Division, what can I do for you?"
"I'm looking for Officer Peck." The voice says, I jolt my head up to see who is standing on the opposite side of the desk, just in time to see the person drop a file on the counter. Crenshaw looks over at me and I tell her to go take five and grab lunch or something. She scurries off quickly.
"Are you stalking me?" I ask standing up walking towards the counter.
"No? I'm here on official business."
"Official business?" She taps the file laying on the counter between us. "I'm actually here to see Deceive Nash, but I saw you when I walked in and figured I'd give you a slight myocardial infraction."
"What do you even do?" I ask flipping open the file seeing all the medical jumbo printed across the pages.
"Forensic Pathologist." She nods to the folder, "You're probably not going to understand any of that."
"Dr. Stewart!" I hear Traci's voice come up from behind me, "I thought you were just going to give me a call when the labs were done."
"This was all the work I had this morning, figured I'd just drop it off on my way out of the lab to get lunch." My mouth hung open as I looked back and forth between the two of them.
"Saves me a trip I guess. Hopefully the last of this will help close the case, it's been a long two weeks." Traci grabs the folder from the counter and hits me with it, "you look like you've seen a ghost or something Peck." She makes her way back up to her desk, file in hand.
"Wait, what is going on?" I look back at Holly after a couple minutes.
"I've been working on that murder case with Detective Nash for the last couple days, it was a pretty gnarly one."
"How did I not know that we worked for the same Division? How did I not even know you were a Forensic Pathologist?" I narrow my eyes at her.
"You didn't have much to say last night other than, 'that's the spot', 'no don't stop', and 'you up for another round?' Not that I'm really complaining much."
Right on cue Crenshaw appears from around the wall, "You're a lesbian?" I roll my eyes.
"Oh my god," I shoot icy daggers at her, "yes."
"That makes you way cooler. I kind of thought you were going to be a total hetero normal bitch."
"Stop talking. Go find paperwork to do or annoy Dov." She just gives me a questioning look, "you know, short, brown hair, looks like a total loser, goes by Officer Epstein." I point towards him sitting at his desk, more than likely filling out paperwork. She skips off and I turn back to Holly.
"Okay, first things first," I hold one finger up to her, "none of that talk here. I'm open and out, but Superintendent Mom has choice words about it every now and then. Secondly," I let a second finger up, "there was some talking because you have my number and I know your name."
"Oh, you know my name quite well," she responds with a lopsided smirk.
"Third," another finger, "wipe that smirk off your face right now. Fourth, I planned on it being a onetime thing but you've got potential. And last, I don't do this ever, mostly because I hate people, but there is just something about you that I can stand."
Holly cocks her head to the side and narrows her eyes at me, "okay," she drawls out.
"Do you want to get dinner, or drinks or something later?"
"As a date?" She asks.
"As a, I'm sorry that I didn't talk much last night and only rocked your world, let me make it up to you, kind of thing."
"So a date it is. I'll see you at 7? You know where I live."
And just like that she turns on her heels and is out the door before I know it. I shake my head, mostly for not believing that I just asked someone, who I seriously thought was going to be just a one night stand, to get food. Or a date as she called it. And also because this either could go one of two ways, totally awesome, or belly up.
Let me know what you think?
-K.