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A/N: Thank you for your beautiful reviews! I actually didn't expect people to like the story, but this just proves that you never know for sure.

I'm really not good with uploading and posting things(chapters in this case) but I've had some trouble knowing where and how to continue the story. Mostly because I just wrote something and posted it, not using any synopsis(which can ease very much).
Anyways, here is the next chapter!

Chapter 2: Dancing lightning

Tommy exited the elevator on the garage floor and walked to his car with heavy steps. Digging in his pants pockets for the keys he locked up the car, stepped inside and sat down on the black leather seat. Closing the door with a bang he took a deep breath. The air in the car felt sultry and dry so he rolled down the windscreen on the driver's side. Taking the steering wheel in a steady grip he took another deep breath.

"What have I done?" he asked himself. "Did I screw up everything again?" It felt like his heart would jump out of his chest, so he tried to focus on the gray wall in front of him.

As he stared out of the car's windshield he thought about what had happened just seconds ago. He had just left Megan's office, leaving her there, confused and angry. There hadn't been a good way to approach her without scaring her away the next second. The more he thought about it the more it felt like he had just done something without thinking of the consequences. Like he had jumped of an airplane and hoped for the best. When you were around Megan, you couldn't just act haphazardly, especially if she didn't trust you. You had to think three steps ahead, like chess. Acting without thinking would make you lose. He had no idea why he had decided to drive to her office almost an hour ago. Maybe he just needed to see her, her hazel eyes that always had a brightness in them, her red hair that looked like fire when the sun shined on it, her breathtaking smile. He didn't know, the only thing he was sure about was that he had ended up standing outside her office watching her before he knocked on the glass door.

Today he had managed to get passed her shell. Her hazel eyes had smiled at him in that teasing way he missed so much and he had made her giggle, the sound that was pure amusement and happiness, the sound that made him smile. It had almost felt like old times. She had danced past her desk to be close to him. And then he had moved away from her, just to feel warmth in his chest when she followed, when she took a step closer to him. He had taken her hands in his and she hadn't tried to pull away, instead just willingly accepted the affection and closeness. It had been so hard to resist the urge to kiss her right there and then, she had been breathtaking at that moment and it would have been so easy to just lean forward and kiss her. Tommy was positive she wouldn't pull away, but instead just accept the kiss, maybe want more. But then he knew that the second he would pull away she would regret it, because reality would come crashing down at her.

He knew it all along, deep down he did. But he had decided to ignore that and hope for the best, trust his gut. He already knew how the whole thing would end before he started it, yet her reaction when she had put the phone down, told him to leave and pointed at the door had made feel so frustrated, sad and confused. Why was she being so hard on him, refusing to let him in? He knew the answer to the question, she didn't trust him. He had really tried to do things right, try to show her that he still cared, but that hadn't helped. He had gotten too close too fast, and then you got pushed away again. Of course she would demand me to leave, he thought bitterly.

A sudden ping from the elevator broke his chain of thoughts. Looking towards the elevator doors as they slowly opened he saw a beautiful woman with a green blouse and flaming red hair step out. With her black coat and purple purse in her hand she slowly walked over to her car. Her eyes had a daze in them as if she was thinking, lost in another world. Her steps were slow and a little unsteady. The special rhythm and speed of her heels clicking against the cement wasn't there, instead the sound was replaced by uneven clicking that echoed in the garage.

Megan stopped when she reached her car and looked for the keys in her purse. Finding the keys, she locked up the car and stepped in, slamming the door shut. Taking a deep breath she stuck the key in the ignition and started the car.

Tommy watched as she drove away, out on the streets. He waited a few minutes before he started his own car and drove out of the underground garage. When he got out it was raining. Heavy rain drops fell on the windshield. He quickly rolled up the side window and tried to focus on the road. The streetlights gave the road an orangish light and lit up every raindrop that fell from the sky.

His mind drifted off to Megan, how out of character she had been in the underground parking lot, just dreaming, like she was in another world. He had probably given her a lot to think of. The realization made him feel more frustrated, but really what could he had expected? Megan asking him to continue what he was about to say? Tell him she still had feelings for him? Kiss him? Declare her love? The thoughts made him laugh at himself. Of course she wouldn't do that. Sometimes he wondered how he even managed to be a cop if he was that naive. Frustrated he hit the steering wheel with his palms, making the car honk.

He couldn't find a solution to the problem. Tommy knew that he had approached her too fast, even if he didn't feel that way he knew she did, because trust took years to build, especially when a person trusted you and you broke the confidence. The question was what he would do next. Megan would just focus on work; everything she would say to him would be facts and conclusions, pretend like she hadn't been in her office that night.

Otherwise she would be ice cold towards him, avoid talking to him. Change the subject when things got too personally. Shut him out, cut him out of conversations and jump into another pretending like she was very busy so that he wouldn't be able to talk to her. It would be like a quiet I don't want to hear what you have to say. She would avoid being alone with him, slam the door in his face, not hold the elevator. She would do anything to not have to take the discussion about what had happened that night in her office. It would be just like old times, when she had refused to forgive him. But this time it was because she wasn't sure where she had herself, why she had reacted like she had, and not being in control was the thing that scared her the most.

Maybe the best thing was to just let it, let her go? Give up on them getting back together, just accepting the fact that he had had one chance and blown it. It seemed like the best thing to do, maybe it really was what he was supposed to do. But he knew he wouldn't be able to do that. How could he? There just was something about her, the way her eyes used to smile at him, her beautiful hazel eyes with a sparkle in them. How she used to give him looks that expressed and informed him of things in a way words never could. How he could look her straight in the gaze, and know exactly how and what she was feeling. Her eyes showed her every emotion; you just had to know how to read them. The red hair that framed her face, how it looked like fire sometimes. The breathtaking look of her playing with a red hair tress and smiling at him. That beautiful smile on her lips when he said something funny, the giggles that escaped her. But most of all, the expression that meant I love you. The expression that no other woman had managed to give him.

A thunder on the sky broke his chain of thoughts and he realized that he had parked in front of his apartment. It was still raining when he opened the door so he quickly locked the car and ran to the small lobby. Well inside he walked to the elevator but saw a sign that informed the residents that the elevator was broken. Sighing Tommy opened the door to the left of the elevator to the staircases. Taking two steps at the time, it felt like he made it to his floor in a matter of seconds. As he walked down the hallway to his apartment he thought about his conclusions in the car. Maybe Megan wasn't meant to be his? Locking up the door, he stepped in but didn't turn on the lights.

Tommy took of his shoes and jacket and walked over to the fridge in the small kitchen. The fridges light lit up the dark apartment and revealed that the shelves were almost empty so he would have to go do some grocery shopping tomorrow. Taking out a bottle of water and closing the fridge, leaving the room in complete darkness again, he walked over the wood floor to his bedroom and placed the bottle of water on the nightstand to the right. He started to unbutton his light blue shirt as he looked out of the window and saw lightning dance across the sky, leaving dark clouds behind. Like their relationship, you never knew where you would end up, you just knew that you had to try and follow every turn and not get left behind in the dark. Like a dance where you would try to follow the other person's steps and rhythm.

Taking off his shirt and sitting down on the edge of the bed he opened the bottle and took a deep gulp. As he looked out of the window again he thought about how clear this night had been a few hours ago and how chaotic it was now. Exactly how things had been between him and Megan not so long ago. There was a tension between them but that was all it was, nothing more nothing less, and now? He had no idea how thing were between them now.

He had acted first and thought later. Putting down the bottle on the nightstand again he sighed. Sleep was out of question since his mind wouldn't let him drift off to the land of dreams where everything was easy and not like reality, where you knew that you would wake up eventually. He wished this was just a dream and that he would wake up any second with the relief of that everything was okay, that he hadn't made a mess off everything. But he knew it wasn't a dream, this was too real, it felt too real to just be imagination.

As Tommy closed his eyes and lay down on the covers with his hands under his head, he thought about tomorrow. It was weird how he wanted this night to end so badly but never wanted tomorrow to start. He needed to talk to her, but knew that it probably wouldn't be easy. Nothing was easy when you had an angry and confused Megan to deal with, he knew that from experience. But he just had to sort things out between them, find out where they stood after tonight.

"We need to talk." He said out loud, tasting the same words he would say to her in a few hours.

And now that you have read through that, as i said in the beginning, I've tried to write a synopsis and I now have two alternatives, after the next chapter(that hasn't been written yet, but will be soon). I either go with the short version that is about three more chapters (six in total, maybe seven) or i go with the second alternative that is much longer and a lot off unclear feelings and twists. I don't know yet so tell me which alternative you would prefer. And if you got any ideas, feel free to share them.

Constructive criticism and reviews are always welcome.

That would be all.

-Rae