Friday afternoon...
Sitting in the station playing games on my computer was the best way to wait for my shift to end. A huge drug bust happened today and everyone was ready to go over to our favourite watering hole; The Black Penny.
Just then a group of teenagers walked into the station.
"Traci," I nudged her as she was talking to Jerry. She spun around in her chair and watched as the group of teenagers were being followed by an older man.
"Hello," I said.
"Good afternoon, Officer..." He paused to look at my name tag. "McNally." He pushed the four teenagers towards the desk. "These kids having been tagging my store for weeks and I finally catch them without the help of you cops!"
"Sir," started Traci. "Have you called about the vandalism?"
"No. Why would I when I could do this myself?" he spat.
"How about we set you up with a detective and we can get this all settled," said Traci as she gestured towards Jerry.
"Detective Barber," I called for him as Traci was keeping the man under control. "There's a group of taggers and the man brought them in and you can deal with it, right?"
He sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. "As long as it doesn't keep me after shift, I'm all for it."
"Thank you," I said. He followed me.
Traci led them away to Jerry's office as I sat back down.
"McNally!" I jumped in my seat as a voice called for me. I looked over to see Sam walking towards the front desk. "I need your help."
"I am not making you another cup of coffee. You walked right past it like you did last time before threatening me about paying for your drinks tonight." I pointed at him with mock anger as he showed his dimples with a smile. I hate those dimples. They make you do anything he wants.
"No, that's not it. I need Detective Rosati's number. Call Luke for me to get it, will ya?" he said with a bigger smile.
"One day, I will make sure that those dimples don't exist," I joked.
"That will be the day your existence ends," he muttered under his breath.
"What?" My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
"Nothing. Hurry up with the number."
"Fine," I said as I pulled out my cell phone and dialled Luke. I heard a giggle when the phone stopped ringing.
"Luke, come back. Who cares about your fiancé when you have me?" a voice yelled. Another giggle and I looked at the ring around my finger. I stared at it and I recognized the voice immediately. Jo Rosati! I hung up and I saw Sam look at me. He stopped smiling and frowned at the phone.
"Sorry, but you had to know," he whispered softly.
"The dirty little—" I cut myself off before a detective walked by. I pulled the ring off my finger and grabbed Sam by his arm as I led him into Luke's office. I dropped the ring into empty coffee mug. I turned to face Sam. I grabbed his face and brought his lips to mine. He tensed but then all the passion we had both been holding in was let out in that single kiss. I pulled away and smiled. "Thank you."