Disclaimer: The characters and the premise upon which they are based are most definitely not mine, I just like to play with them once and awhile.
Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from, but it was fun to write nonetheless.
Detective Angelika Flynn kicked a loose stone with the toe of her boot as she struggled to find the strength to let go; slowly releasing an audible sigh from deep within her. If anyone could recognize and express sympathy for her sorrow, it would be Detective Oscar Vega. Her best friend and partner would offer unwavering support until the time came that she felt she could properly box up and shelve all memories. His steady hold on her would keep her grounded as she navigated the sea of emotion.
Gently running one hand along the damp, cold, lifeless body beneath her fingertips, she thrust her other hand deep into the pocket of her worn out jeans to fight off the bitter cold. This wasn't how she wanted to say goodbye, but she supposed it would have to suffice as she was not really given any say in the matter. The winter air heavily enfolded her silent form, muffling the ambient sounds of the city nearby. Blowing out a deep breath as she tried not to cry, thick condensation hanging heavy in the air.
She knew it was silly to be so emotional about such things, but that's just who she was. How do you move on from countless memories so ingrained into your mind; so integral to the person who you had become? How could you bury such a large part of your past while being void of any and all emotion? You couldn't, she decided. Someone long ago once told her that her habit of feeling so deeply would be the end of her career as she would eventually unspool like a loose thread.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she didn't even feel the need to turn to face the newcomer. Angie knew without turning that it was her partner. Smiling ruefully, she remembered how it was he who had turned her "unfortunate character flaw" into something more beautiful, more positive than she could begin to imagine. It had been Oscar who told her that her emotional depth was her way of solving cases – taxing cases, brutal cases, even cold cases. Oscar once told her that he was proud to be the partner of someone who gave a name to the nameless, a voice to the voiceless, and a face to the faceless. From that moment on, she gave little thought to anyone else's opinion of her ability.
"I don't know why I'm so torn up about this," Angie whispered. "I knew this day would come. It was inevitable." Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as her partner lifted his chin away from his chest to stare off into the distance.
Breathing deeply, Oscar blinked quietly for a moment with his hands shoved deep into his own pockets. Clearing his throat gently, he lowered his gaze and squinted at the object before him. "It doesn't make it any easier," he replied gently.
"No, I guess not. But I feel stupid. It's just a damn car," she huffed.
Muahahaha! No, really, I'm sorry. This was something that just flew out, but I enjoyed it immensely. I hope you did, too. Thank you, all of you fantastic folks.
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