Hey guys! I know, it's been forever and a day since I last posted but honestly I was really busy. Busy being the lazy teenager that I am. That said, I'm surprised this one shot even happened. I have a million other things that I should be doing, yet I found myself writing this so I hope you guys like it. I'm gonna leave it as complete for now but I might make it a two shot. Based on a prompt on Tumblr.
It happened again. For the past month and a half Kate Beckett had been walking from the train to the 12th Precinct due to some car issues that had taken longer than expected to repair. The NYPD had provided her with a temporary replacement, but that was only for professional use. Every day it's the same routine; wake up, make coffee, get dressed, catch the train, walk to the precinct. For the first two weeks everything went fine. Then he showed up. As she exited the train station and began her walk, he always appeared exactly three steps ahead of her, and beat her across the street, because she got caught at the light but he didn't. For the first week she assumed it was a coincidence, they were just two people, walking in the same direction, at the same time. The second week she tried to maintain the same theory. The third week she started to become suspicious. The fourth, and was ready to get a restraining order and have him arrested for stalking her. But this week, this week it went in a whole new direction.
This week, she woke up 15 minutes early, and went through her routine on autopilot. Getting off the train she saw no sign of him anywhere. She walked briskly past the corner he usually popped up on and didn't see his familiar mop of brown hair or his bright cobalt eyes. She tried to suppress the childish glee that welled up inside her at finally beating him at his own game. That's when she saw him. She heard annoyed grumbles behind her and turned to see what the commotion was about. Apparently he hadn't been late, he was right on time. He ran in front of her and said, "I've been winning for over a month, can't stop now. Have a good day, see you tomorrow," and with a teasing smirk, he turn back around and jogged across the street as she stood there gaping at him. She swore she was wearing sneakers to work tomorrow.