Author Notes: This came to me while I was walking home from the bus stop. I'm sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
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Summary: Brass finds the suburbs relaxing.
Rating: K
Spoilers: None.
There were more than a few reasons that most of the cops Brass worked with hated getting calls to the suburbs of Las Vegas. For most of those reasons, Brass found himself agreeing. There were too many obstacles in the way during a chase. The suspect could duck behind a house, could jump over fences, and could get on the other side of a pool. There were too many variables that could help the bad guy get away. There were, though, a few cops that loved getting the calls to the suburbs. They were mainly the new guys that had only been there a year or two, the pure passion for their job still burning bright.
However, Brass found himself liking calls to the suburbs for only one reason. When there weren't nosy neighbours milling around, the sound of guns being fired, or feet pounding the ground as cops chased after a murderer, it was quiet. Or as quiet as it could get in Las Vegas. You could hear cars in the distance, driving on some freeway, but you didn't hear the bustle of the strip. You couldn't hear the ringing of slot machines or the drunken calls of losers, only the wind and a stereo drifting out of some teenagers' bedroom window.
And that was why Brass would find himself walking around the suburbs when he had to think, whether it be about a case or just about life in general. He liked to see the cheerful kids playing out in their front yards, their parents standing around, talking about nothing in general. He missed that. He missed just talking to his ex-wife, or watching Ellie playing happily with the bugs on the sidewalk. He missed being happy.
That was why he was wandering around the streets on his day off. Brass hadn't known what to do with himself, and decided that some walking would be good for him. He had turned down a road he had yet to see in detail. Old houses filled up the small road, all painted different colours, but all having the same lush green lawn he was amazed to know grew in Las Vegas.
A blue house near the end of the lane caught his attention as he watched the owners get out of their vehicle. Startled, it took him a few moments after standing in the middle of the sidewalk to duck behind the nearest vehicle. He supposed it shouldn't really surprise him, seeing the two together, but it did. All of those signs he saw, all the flirting he saw going on, he thought were just how the two reacted to each other. It was almost a daily routine and Brass supposed it was about time the two did something about it.
As they kissed each other while entering the house, looking like teenagers, Brass decided he'd done enough walking for the day. So, mind still slightly dazed, he walked back the way he came, heading for his car, and wondering how long this had been going on. Maybe when he thought they were the only ones who didn't know, they in fact did, but thought nobody else knew. Brass frowned upon reaching his car and decided to try not to think about, knowing it would just confuse him even more.