Disclaimer: Not mine, but Dick's.
A/N: If anyone lives in Monticello, NY and knows of some cool places there to visit…besides the prisons…please let me know because I haven't found any yet. R&R, please! Enjoy!
Detective E. Lynn Bishop stepped out onto the balcony of the motel and took in her surroundings. There was a bar across from the parking lot of the community center next to the motel; she could hear strains of music coming from the open fire exit door. The Trotter's Bar & Pub was packed. It's only Tuesday, Lynn mused. The Monticello Diner was across the street, also packed. No wonder it's taking him so long, Lynn thought as she sat down on the edge of the balcony. Her temporary partner, again, Detective Robert Goren had gone over there to pick up their dinner 45 minutes ago. A group of Hasidic Jewish men walked into the synagogue next to the diner. Just then, the bells from the church on the corner chimed, alerting Lynn that it was eight o clock. The sun had gone down, freeing the people of Monticello, NY of its oppressive heat and glare. A small breeze blew gently and Lynn idly wished she had a cold beer to enjoy. Just as the balcony lights kicked on, Bobby exited the diner and dashed across the street, two Styrofoam containers in each of his hands. He noticed her watching him from her perch and raised the containers in the air.
"I've got them," Bobby declared triumphantly. Lynn laughed and gave him a thumbs -up. She could hear him running up the concrete steps, along with her stomach. Her cell phone rang. She looked down at her caller ID – Mike. Rolling her eyes, she hit the talk button.
"Yes, my darling?" She answered sarcastically. Bobby put her food down in front of her and looked at her questioningly. Rolling her eyes again she whispered "Mike" and resumed her conversation. "No, Mike, exit 106. You're coming from the east so you go west. Well, if you just passed 107, 106 should be next. Exits tend to go in numerical order. We will see you when you FINALLY get here. Yes, the Shawarma King will be on the left." Shaking her head, she closed her cell phone and clipped it back onto her belt. Bobby pointed to her food with one hand and held his hamburger with the other.
"Double cheeseburger with fries and apple pie," he said just before taking a bite of his own meal. Lynn opened her container and started in on her pie. Bobby's phone rang. "Goren?" Bobby answered without looking. His smile said it all though. "Hey, Alex," he near-gushed into the phone. Lynn tuned out. She was happy Bobby and Alex had finally figured out they were meant for each other, but it was surprising, and mildly revolting, how lovey-dovey Bobby could get. Especially now that Alex was eight months gone with their first child and Bobby was stuck on assignment with Lynn and, if he ever got there, Mike for the week. And speak of the devil, Mike's rental Ford Taurus tore into the parking lot. Mike Logan got out of the car and looked up at his two associates.
"Are you guys aware of the apparent prostitution issue down here?" Mike shook his head and walked to the back of the car. Lynn rolled her eyes and looked over at Bobby.
"I love you, too. Goodnight." Bobby hung up his phone, smiling at it for a minute before putting it in his breast pocket. He glanced over the ledge to see Mike pulling his suitcase and an air mattress out of the trunk. Bobby looked at Lynn, confused. "Did he say he picked up a prostitute?" Lynn choked on a French fry, laughing.