Not mine. If it was, I'd totally be watching it tomorrow night (or, more likely, working on a future episode) not weeping from withdrawal. ;_;
My Lu demanded fic. She said jail!fic was okay, but then her brain had other ideas. Thus, this is all her fault.
"Do you ever regret leaving Miami?"
Juliet's brow furrowed. She studied Shawn's profile, taking in his downcast eyes that were focused on his hands in his lap, the sunlight playing over his skin in bars of light and shadow as it filtered through the palm leaves above them. He was flexing his fingers, opening and closing his fists, fanning the fingers wide and wiggling them, then pulling them back together. She wondered if he really was interested in his hands, or if it was simply that they were in his line of sight.
His voice was serious instead of the usual tease or light flirtation, and it gave weight to her answer, so she resisted the urge to give him the first response waiting on the tip of her tongue. Instead she looked down at her own lap—or, the coffee cup cradled in her hands. She took a sip to give herself time to think.
Did she miss Miami? Sometimes.
California and Miami were both replete with beaches, but that didn't mean they were the same. The weather wasn't either, though they were more similar than her brief failed stint in Seattle.
A shiver raced over her skin at that memory and she was unconscious of the way she hunched down as if against a cold rain.
She had more non-work-related friends in Miami, mostly left over from college, and childhood before that. Still, after she made the force she hadn't spent nearly as much time with them as she had before the academy. Too many of them were pursuing jobs or raising families—and one or two she'd seen from the other side of a booking desk, so that was sort of awkward.
They just had different interests since entering Real Life As Adults and she'd been drifting even before she'd left town. She didn't know if she'd be any closer to them than she was now with a continent between them.
Here in California she didn't have many friends, true, and most of them were work-related. But she wasn't sure that was such a bad thing.
Miami was more of a party-scene, but she'd never really enjoyed Miami-style partying, so that wasn't a huge loss.
Probably the biggest point in Miami's favor was her family, but they visited often enough that she didn't feel like that had changed all that much. If anything, she was closer to them because she had to work at it.
She'd been raised with Disneyworld, so the switch to Disneyland was a bit of an adjustment, but one she could deal with. Not that she had a lot of time for themeparks these days anyway.
At movement from the man next to her she looked up and realized her trip down memory lane had had a point. She regarded him intensely for another moment, then looked back down at her hands, releasing her cup with the left hand. She held it up and tilted her hand to catch the light with her ring. Then she smiled and shifted so she could rest her head on his shoulder.
"No," she told him honestly. "Miami was nice, but it was missing something."
"Oh yeah?" he said, relaxing and tilting his own head so it rested on top of hers. She didn't have to look up to know that he was smiling, the way he took her left hand in his and tangled their fingers together as good as seeing it.
"Yeah," she said softly. "You."
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