Decisions
Pacing back and forth in Vicki's office, Henry and Mike crossed paths again and again. They'd meet, glance up and, depending on the mood they were in at that second, would snarl, smirk, or raise an eyebrow.
It had taken almost all night last night and a couple of bottles of tequila, but they'd hammered out an agreement between them, a 'gentlemen's agreement' according to Henry. Mike had his doubts. Not just about the agreement, but about whether Vicki was going to let them live after she heard it.
Henry stopped in his tracks, "she's here." Mike visibly paled, "oh, God." He stared at the vampire and whispered. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Not really," he whispered back, "but the alternative is continued underlying tension between the three of us, and that's got to stop. It's bad for my. Digestion."
"Great. We're going to commit double suicide so your delicate tummy won't be upset while you're munching on dinner."
"And because you're tired of it as well, detective. We have to face it. We both want her, she can't make a decision, so we made it for her. It was the right thing to do."
"What was the right thing to do? It can't be, if you're both hiding in here, whispering." Vicki had entered the office while they were talking and had a look on her face that said I know you're up to something, so just spill it.
Mike gave Henry a shove forward. They'd decided he would be the one to tell her, since he was immortal. They figured she wouldn't bother killing him, knowing the effort would be futile. They figured the worst thing she'd do is punch him.
Vicki stood staring at the two men as they presented a united front, something that disturbed her on many levels.
"Vicki, Detective Celluci and I have decided that in order to make for a more harmonious working relationship between the three of us, and, as you seem unwilling to make a decision as to whom you wish to be with, in order to stop the constant sniping back and forth between us-
"Henry!" the look on her face said it all. "Get to the point, or shut the hell up. It's been a long day, I need a shower, food, a drink and some clean clothes, not necessarily in that order."
"Very well." He drew himself up into what Vicki called his, 'I'm a prince, don't be rude' posture. "We have decided that from now on, Detective Celluci gets your days, and I get your nights." For some reason, Henry's throat went dry. "There are more details, but that's the gist of it. You no longer have to choose between us, we settled it ourselves. This new schedule begins tomorrow. Any questions?"
Vicki stood there, staring at the two men who were staring back at her, and trying to decide if she was going to laugh, tell them to get out or hurt them. She did nothing they expected. She never did. She just set her jaw, turned around and walked out.