A/N: Hi. So, this is my first story in…years actually. And in a completely unrelated category compared to my last stories…Which I think I deleted. At least two of them.
Anyway, I digress.
This is a short little ficlet set after "Let's Doo-Wop It Again", (spoilers, of course) with major Carlowe rolling your way! This episode inspired me, in a way! So, have fun!
And seriously, when is she getting out! It had better be this season at least!
Disclaimer: If I owned Psych or any of its affiliates, Marlowe would be out of jail and with Carlton at this very moment. Sigh.
Ever since Marlowe had helped with the Community Center case, they had been able to meet face to face. Which in Carlton's eyes was a major improvement from holding hands through plexi-glass. Even with that damned prison guard yelling "No Touching!" every damned minute, Carlton was still happy even just to smell her standard prison soap fragrance. Even these dismal prison settings couldn't dim her beauty. They talked for what seemed like hours. To Carlton, all the crime in the world melted away in those few precious hours with Marlowe. Every time he was able to make her smile, he automatically smiled in return. Every time she laughed or giggled, he just had to chuckle in return. And every time before he left, they did their ritual of holding their hands against the short steel barrier that sat on the table separating them. And before Carlton went to sleep that night, he made sure to cross off one more day from his calendar. "Only a few more months to go…" were his last thoughts as he drifted off, with a rare smile gracing his face. And miles away in the Santa Barbara Women's Penitentiary, before Marlowe went to sleep that night, she made another "X" on her makeshift calendar on the wall of her cell. "Only a few more months to go…" were her last thoughts as she drifted off, with a small smiling gracing her face.
So I chickened out and neglected to write dialogue. Whoops. Anyway, tell me what you think, on a scale of squirrels to Carlton! Seriously, people. First fanfic in years. I might be rusty. Brimming with tetanus. Ehh, bad example…