This is something I wrote pretty quickly and I dunno if I'm completely happy with it. But I know from previous experience it I don't post something fast... I never do it. So, here we go. I hope you like it! Btw, feedback is love!
There was supposed to be a line. No, there was a line. There was always a line, he always had a line and he did not cross it. He couldn't and he wouldn't. He set a line the moment he laid eyes on her because he knew himself and he didn't know her at all. He went into this for work, every morning telling himself that working with her meant catching a killer. Working with her helped him break even. And Nothing else.
What rookie cops don't know is that you don't get a partner when you are assigned one. Some cops don't ever get a real partner, they get stuck with someone who talks about their kids and drinks too much coffee. Some find theirs in places they would never imagine. He was one of them.
They were partners, although he would need about 12 hands to count the number of people that mistook them for a couple. And double that to count the number of times he wanted to leave. But still, they were partners because they both had something the other didn't. She helped him balance things out; she helped him catch the bad guy. Without which, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night. He helped her blend in; he brought her back to civilisation. Like Sweets said: they com-ple-ment each other.
He would not admit that the line had shifted, day by day, it moved a little further to give him a little more wiggle room. He didn't count the hugs. They were guy-hugs, he told himself. The kind he gives his brother. He also didn't count saving her life; it was his job. He had to protect her, at whatever cost. One day she would understand that. He didn't count the kiss. No. He definitely didn't count the kiss. Or the fact that he had replayed it in his mind more times than he could count. With sequels. It was blackmail, therefore did not count. He didn't count that he flew to New Orleans, or that he withheld evidence. Or that he threatened someone. Or that he didn't like her old boyfriend. Any of her old boyfriends, for that matter.
It was all circumstantial. Despite what anyone said, they were partners. They work together. They solve crimes together. More than sort of, but definitely just. Ok, maybe friends. But they only talk about work anyway. Partners.
Denial. God, he hated that damn river.
