I have been toying with the idea for this ever since the promo for the last 3 episodes of season 4 came out, but haven't had the time to write it. The next two chapters are almost done and will be updated soon, but after that, I have no idea where it'll go. Please read and review so I know if you like it and should continue...
The title is an amazing song by Florence and The Machine!
Thanks to the amazing beta Mike for beta-reading this super fast so I could post it in time.
Owen was supposed to meet his mother at Alicia's apartment so that they could go out to a local Irish pub and celebrate St. Patrick's Day. He was more than surprised to get a phone call from his mother letting him know she was on her way to the police station to see Alicia. 'Wow, she's really rebelling' was the first thought through his mind before she explained that his sister was there helping with the investigation of the murder of one of her clients. Ah, that sounded more like her.
From outside the room he could hear the singing. 'Only on St. Patrick's Day', he thought. He squeezed through the people dressed in green, dodging a lot of drunks before he found his mother. She was standing with crossed arms, in the middle of the crowd, watching something.
He approached, placing one hand on her shoulder to gain her attention. "Hey mom. Crazy night, huh?"
She murmured an 'uhum' not bothering to look at him. He gazed in the direction she was staring, wanting to know what was keeping her so mesmerized. Inside the interrogation room, his sister was sitting at the table, wearing a beautiful, red, strapless gown; her hair up, showing her back and shoulders. Alicia was stunning. In the chair across from her, in a tux, all James Bond style was Will. They were laughing, looking relaxed and at ease despite the surroundings they were in. Despite the smell of beer and puke, the bad Irish song performed by one of the cops and the creepy atmosphere created by the poor lighting. It was like they were in a world of their own.
"They look good together, don't they?" His mother asked with a growing smile.
"Yeah." Owen sighed. "But it's her decision. Don't meddle." His mother didn't answer, so he added with a serious tone, "Mom, don't interfere, okay?"
"Alright, alright." She said with her hands in the air in surrender.
"We should go in and talk to her." Owen suggested and moved for the door.
His mom held his arm, stopping him, "Let's give them a little more time." She looked, pleading.
He rolled his eyes, but said with a smile, "I really need a cup of coffee. Let's get some."