Long List of Funerals
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Some partnerships are defined by their big moments. In Soto and Rebecca's case, it was the little ones.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Rebecca hated funerals.
They were same. It was the endless parade of words, tears, and stories. Sometimes, they were full of color and fake laughter when people really wanted to cry. Sometimes, they were somber with guns firing and long speeches.
It was just another friend to bury…another person that she knew in her line of work. . It could be a friend of a friend…or you worked that one case together or have that one drink together. She almost always knew the person A part of her thought that she was done with funerals since she moved on. She should know better. She was still burying friends.
She watched people walked by her. Some were in black. Some were like her in her dress uniform.
She sighed softly as she bowed her head.
She always sat in the back because after her parents, she never wanted to sit up front again. She hated all of the stares and being the center of attention. No, she couldn't do that again.
She shifted uncomfortable in her dress uniform. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Soto.
She has no idea why he decided to come with her. She knew that he didn't quite like her friend but she was thankful for his presence.
"We can leave if you want," He said softly.
"No…I need to be here," She said as she shook her head.
"For yourself…or for them?"
"Probably, both."
There was a comfortable silence between them.
"Tell me how you two met."
"I thought that you didn't like him."
"I may not have liked him the first times I met him but I respected him. If I have gotten a chance to know him, I probably would have liked him. Maybe…"
She smiled a little. Dislike was probably the most polite word that she could think of when those two met.
"I don't know about that…"
"I did say maybe. We will never know. I guess what really mattered that he was your friend and he watched your back."
She glared over at him. He was rocking back and fore on the heels of his feet. He was looking at her from the corner of his eyes. She took a deep breath.
"We met at a school. There was unknown book bag in the middle of the school's office that was making a strange buzzing noise. We clear out the school in minutes and he had to go in."
"Was he able to disable it?"
"Yes…It turned out to be a broken wind up toy."
He chuckled softly.
"Seriously?"
"Totally. The book bag belonged to one of the subs' kids. All of that freaking out was for nothing. We did get a good laugh about it later at the bar."
"I bet. Tell me another."
"Another?"
"You probably have loads of stories."
"You are cheating. You are probably going to add them to your comic books."
"There is nothing wrong with basing a little fact with the fiction."
She smiled softly.
"There was this one time in a post office…"
The words tumbled out of her mouth. She felt some sort of weight lift off her chest. She still hated funerals.
She was glad that she had her partner by her side.
End of A Long Line of Funerals
A/N: This was going to be a series but it never took off. So, I decided to post this as a one shot. I hope that you enjoyed and read and review if you wish.
