And the sequel is here! Can I get a hallelujah? :) Anyway...This is more of a prologue so it's short. I'd try to give a preview of some type.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except Diaz and Vega with their cute selves...(Oh come on, you know you agree!)
I'd still care either way
The words lingered like poison in Amanda Rollins' ears as she sat up in Fin's guestroom at 4 am in the morning. She wasn't going to be able to sleep. Not with everything swirling through her mind like bees. Mostly what Fin had said. It meant a lot to her that he cared, seeing that she went through the past few weeks. But she just couldn't believe that he did. Did he know that she was just a broken mirror? At least that's what she asked herself drawing patterns in the grey comforter beneath her.
Realizing she should probably try to just rest, knowing she'll need her energy for everything that's coming tomorrow; she laid down placing her head gently on the pillow.
She still felt dirty, used and damaged. Amanda let the tears fall willingly.
11:56 am; Ezra Café
He was nervous out of his mind. And out of habit, he began bouncing his leg up and down. Funny, he never really felt this way with Maria. What if she stood him up? What if this didn't go well?
Get yourself together, Amaro! It's just coffee. Stop acting like a lovesick teenager!
"Hey," Michelle said sliding down into the booth. "I just had to wrestle a 5 year old in a tutu."
"Your daughter?" Nick asked hesitantly. He raised his eyebrows at Michelle, not because of his question, because her hair was now light brown, almost sandy.
"No, my niece. My brother is doing a horrible job at making her not act like a boy." Michelle smirked slightly.
"Wow, I think I just learned more about you in 3 minutes than I have in 3 weeks." Nick laughed.
"That's a good thing, right?"
"Perfect." He stole a glance at her while she pocketed her phone. "Might at ask what the hair color change is about." He asked with a hint of humor.
"I lost a bet to a few co-workers. And because of that, I had to go for 2 months blonde. It. Was. Miserable. What about you?" Michelle said tucking a fallen lock of hair behind her ear. "Have any children?" She added.
"Yeah. A 7 year old daughter, Zara." Nick was a bit afraid of her reaction to that piece of news. But thankfully he didn't have to worry about one for a while as a waitress walked over.
"Liv, you cooked? Should I call the CDC?" Alex asked with partial seriousness as she entered her living room to find Olivia making pancakes. But instead of an answer, the brunette in question turned her attention from the stove for a few seconds to send her girlfriend a somewhat annoyed look.
"It's not my fault you gave me food poisoning last time you cooked!" Alex chuckled as looked over to Diaz, who was sitting in an island stool just smirking at the two women's banter.
"That was one time!" Benson pleaded holding up her finger for emphasis. Before Alexandra could retort however, a knock at the door pulled her away.
"Who is it?" She asked through the door. She got a muffled response, and quickly looking to Olivia, she opened the door. In front of her stood a tall man with black hair and piercing blue eyes. His skin was slightly tan and he looked anxious.
"How can I help—"The ADA began, but before she could, Diaz ran up to the man and wrapped her arms around his middle.
"Dad!" She screamed in delight.
"Hey, butterfly." Mr. Vazirov smiled smoothing out his daughter's red hair.
Oh shit.