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"God that was creepy." Shay muttered as she stashed her freshly packed kit in the ambulance.
"It was weird, right?" Dawson asked, earning her a raised eyebrow.
"Girl, that was way creepy. I mean, you've only ever spoken off the job for like twenty seconds that one time at Molly's, and now he's being all buddy-buddy over the radio? Come on!"
Dawson grinned at Shay's antics as her phone buzzed in her pocket. Waving off her crazy partner she put the phone to her ear.
"Ooh, booty call from mister big shot lieutenant? Who else would be calling you on-shift? You sly –"
Gabby's panicked expression had Shay quiet instantly. She could hear someone speaking loudly on the other end of the line.
"- how could you do that to me?"
"Ramsey?"
"You and me, we're connected. In ways you don't understand."
Shay watched Dawson hang up before speaking.
"When did you give him you're phone number?" She asked. This was all kinds of weird.
"I didn't. He must have gotten it from the logs at dispatch." Dawson frowned.
Shay faked a shudder. "Stalker alert!"
"That's a bit extreme. I mean I only ever saw him that one time at Molly's." Dawson murmured. "Mind you, how did he even know I'd be there? I mean, he's dispatch. I don't know where he could have heard about the bar!" Shay had never seen Dawson this rattled. The woman was a pillar of strength and sass, but this had clearly knocked the wind out of her
"Come on girl. Let's go get some food and we'll sort it out then, m'kay?"