That liquid courage is what made her do it.

That liquid courage is what made her do it. Stupid martinis. No, martinis were her friends. They gave her the strength to make it through the rainy hell hole alive, and now she was even better than alive she was living. That's what she told herself as she marched up to the Los Angeles police station with her brightest smile. It was the kind of smile that could only be brought on by a little alcohol. The fact that Kevin was wearing the same smile should have been what made her stop and think about what she was probably doing to the poor guy. He had drunk no martinis and yet he still looked as if he was the luckiest man in the world. But she was a tiny bit tipsy and so, hell, why not wait around for his shift to end before heading out to get a few more drinks with Officer Manly. Why the hell not?

"And so I basically think my best friend is a lesbian, and it's not that I'm not all for it, but it's weird, I mean did she ever check me out? Did she? I wanna know!"

"Addison, as charming and entertaining as I'm finding these stories, I should get you home because you are drunk. And you haven't had all that much to drink while here with me which makes my cop brain think that you were probably drinking before you even showed up at the station, am I right?"

"Maybe," Addison giggled.

"Alright, let's get outta here."

Maybe it was the martinis or maybe it was just her sexual deprivation, but when Kevin wrapped his strong, muscled arms around her waist to steady her steps she started thinking maybe Hot Cop was going to get lucky tonight.

That was before she got home, and saw Pete, her Gladiator, standing on her front porch pacing. He was just so damn cute that she couldn't help but want him. Badly. It was really a shame that Kevin was walking her to the door or else she had a feeling she would already be ripping off Pete's clothes. She cursed herself. Enough with the dirty images. She really was done with the dirtiness until Pete saw her walking up the sidewalk, practically ran towards her, and with Kevin watching wide-eyed, kissed her. It was a damn good kiss too. All their kisses were amazing. It was when Pete's hands wandered to her ass that she suddenly sobered up.

"Shit, Kevin, I have no idea what has gotten into us. I'm so, so sorry."

"Look man," Pete stated simply, "Addison is the only woman I've felt anything for in a long time, and I'm fighting for her, so you can either fight for her too, or leave, but frankly I'm her Gladiator and in a fight a gladiator definitely beats a cop."

"Maybe Pete's been drinking too," Addison thought.

Kevin stood there for a moment pondering what had just happened when suddenly said, "I'm in," and walked away from Addison's house and to his car.

"See you at work tomorrow Addie," Pete said also sauntering off.

Addison was left gawking as one man got into his modest, fuel efficient, SUV, and the other climbed onto the back of his black Harley wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Luckily for her the phone rang at precisely 7:32 the next morning announcing the Richard needed her in Seattle. She called Naomi, packed her bags, and headed out on the next plane to Seattle.