In the midst of the night she had the feeling someone was watching her. The only thing was when the lights came on there was nothing. Slipping on her pink velvet slippers she checked the closet and her master bathroom but still nothing. Peeking through the curtains she still saw nobody, just a car dead in the night. She just couldn't shake the feeling that someone was there. Deciding to give up on her hunt for the invisible man she slipped on her pink satin robe and headed for the kitchen, maybe a warm glass of milk would calm her nerves. She opens the fridge only to realize that she only has one glass of milk left and somehow she is thankful, she doesn't want milk. Not tonight. Tonight she wants something with burn, something that she hasn't had in a while because you weren't supposed to drink when you could be called in at any time. One of the many perks with her job. God she hated being a detective.
He had been watching her through her bedroom window, she had been sound asleep but the detective in her woke her up alert that a pair of eyes were on her so he jumped into his car a waited. He saw her light flick on and saw as she reached for her gun preparing for the worst. He knew she wouldn't se him. It was after all 2 in the morning but still when he saw her peeking threw the curtain he ducked down a little just in case. He knew what he was doing was wrong but after watching her work all day in a pale blue button down he couldn't help but want her. In his dreams he was taking her with everything he could, showing her somehow that not all men were assholes. He was going to call but what would she think of him then? She would think that he was just another guy looking for someone to give him company for a night. He wanted to see her again, in her pajamas, acting like it was no big deal that he was in her home at 2 a.m. He was going to too god damn it. He wasn't a teenager with his first hard on.
She had just finished her brandy and was thinking about her dream. It was the same dream she had been having for the past month or so. He came in, mumbling something about how he couldn't sleep and thought maybe she would be awake. Without thinking she smirked at his awkwardness, granted he had never been in her home at this time of night but somehow it felt right. She opened her home to him and watched him sit down pretending to take way too long closing the door. He was twiddling his thumbs like he always did when he was nervous. Obviously he didn't feel comfortable being in her home. Which made her upset, there was no way they could be together if he wasn't comfortable with her. She made coffee handed him a cup and sat down asking what was bothering him. He looked at her with a twinkle in his eye that she had never noticed before. It made him look even more mysterious. While she pondered about the twinkle in his eye she heard him say he had something to tell her. This made her actually listen to him, he was going to say that he caught her staring at him from across the room or that he heard her talking to herself about him and that he wasn't comfortable with that either so if she could stop that would be great. If he said that she was going to have to quit her job because doing those little things helped her get through her day. It was quite for a moment and then he was taking her hand saying that not all men were the same, that some could make the world a better place for her and that maybe he was one of those guys. Relief swelled through her at this point. He wasn't saying stay away he was saying he wanted her just the same she wanted him. She put her finger to his lips and shushed him leaning in and slipping her finger away just as there lips met. It was always at this point the dream ended; reminding her it was just a dream. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
What was he doing at her door in the middle of the night? There was no way he could justify this to her even if she gave him a chance. He would have to say that his car broke down on his way home. In front of her house, yeah that would sound real, but it might if he as taking the long way home. That way he had a reason for being here.
"What are you doing here?" She looked surprised to see him, and she should be he thought. It was now 2:10 in the morning.
"I was just driving around. You know couldn't sleep and all when the …the uhh car broke down. I was wondering if I could stay here and call a tow in the morning."
"Oh." Somehow she was expecting him to say something like 'I couldn't sleep without you so here I am' but that was fantasy. "Sure come on in. I'll get you some blankets and pillows. You can sleep on the couch if you like."
"Yeah thanks." He watched her walk away, sashaying in her satin robe. Why didn't she wear soft pink to work? It suited her.
"Ok. Calm down. Its normal for your friend to sleep over in the moment of a crisis." She had to steady her nerves before she let on to something that she wasn't ready to yet. At least she didn't think she was ready. Did she? Walking out to were he was now standing she laid out the baby blue sheets she had found and set the matching comforter on the coffee stand. "I'm sorry if it's a little girly but…"
"No. No its fine. Its not like you knew I was going to be here." He laughed a little cautiously trying to lighten the mood, especially because he was about to do something he wasn't sure he could if he wasn't a little calm.
"Yeah." She laughed with him as if it was just another day and suddenly she became very aware of the alcohol on her breath.
Was she drinking? Him, being a detective for over 10 years taught him to sharpen his senses. She hardly ever drank. Her mother had made her realize that alcohol did dangerous things to people and she made a promise not to turn out like her mother.
"Have you been drinking?" He felt very awkward invading her home and asking her about her personal life but he couldn't help himself.
"Just a glass." She knew he was going to smell the brandy. It was almost common knowledge. "I woke up a little freaked out and thought that milk would help but then decided I wanted a drink instead. I don't drink a lot. Only every once in a while. I swear." After she finished rambling off randomly he looked sad, disappointed even.
"It's fine. I just wondered." Now he defiantly couldn't tell her. He would be taking advantage that she was drinking, but she had only one glass and god knows that she could hold her alcohol. "Umm…could we talk?"
Her heart jumped when he asked this. Flashes of her dream started flooding her mind could it be? "Yeah sure what about?"
"Could we sit down first?"
"Okay. It's this good or bad cuz I'm not having that great of a night."
"I guess it depends. Umm…not all guys are the same Olivia and well some of them can make you feel like you belong. Its like nothing on the world could make you feel bad and I was thinking…" He watched as her eyes started to twinkle and wondered what she was thinking. Was she mad because you used a gay ass excuse to stay over or was she relieved that he felt that way?
The flashes of her dream stopped. It was no longer a dream. It was becoming reality and she honestly didn't know how to handle it. She decided she was going to take a chance and go with what her mind had been telling her for over a month. Leaning in she put a finger to his mouth stopping him from rambling any more. "I know exactly how you feel El." She pulled her finger away just before there lips met.