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Megan Wheeler and Zachary Nichols sat shoulder to shoulder with their backs against the cold concrete. Zach's knees were bent upright, his hands hanging loosely over them. Megan's short legs were fully stretched, one ankle crossed over the other, her hands resting in her lap.
Before them was a tombstone propped up on the legs of a steel table. From their position on the floor, the grey stone was clearly legible to both detectives. Each letter had been carved with care and stood out boldly.
Schuyler Jean Wheeler Nichols
Born 22 March 2013, Died 23 November 2013
Beloved daughter of Megan and Zachary
Beloved sister of Margot and Rafferty
Taken too early. Rest in heaven baby
'You ever wonder what life would have been like if we'd never joined the police force?' asked Megan softly, turning her gaze up to the grieving man on her right, seeing the lines of pain that she knew were mirrored in her own face.
'I know where I'd be,' said Zach flatly, his eyes never leaving the tombstone. 'Stinkin' rich as a doctor to the stars in Beverly Hills.'
'I'm serious,' said Megan, nudging his shoulder half-heartedly. There was no mistaking the sniffle that followed as her head came to rest upon her partner's shoulder.
'So am I,' responded Zach as he lifted his left arm and pulled Megan to his chest, holding her tight as his head came to rest on hers, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. 'So am I.'
Author's Note: This is just a little something that found itself into my head and asked to be written.