A/N: I'm kinda sick⦠and so this is sorta cracky. I blame the drugs. This will probably turn into a series of short snippets. Reviews are welcome and may encourage further crackness.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Sad.
When the doorbell rings you can't help but begin your slow shuffle across the hardwood floor. Your doctor is upstairs, and you know she'll be down to answer the door, but curiosity is getting the better of you and you can't help but wonder who is visiting at this time of night. Apparently enough time has passed for the visitor before you hear the soft scrape of a key in the door and it's that Detective woman.
You can't help but shuffle back slightly as she enters. Thankfully, the bundle of fur she calls a dog isn't with her this time. You watch as she enters your home slowly. Her job is always with her, and even if she doesn't notice she's doing it you can tell she's mentally observing her surroundings. Nothing seems out of place and she walks over to you, leaning down to pat your shell softly. "Hi Bass."
With that she's headed upstairs, and you don't see her or your Doctor again that night, but you hear the laughter and the happiness. And in the morning there are fresh strawberries waiting for you.
Yeah, it's short. there will be more to come. Thanks!
