AN: Sophie, yes, John did teach her how to shoot, but Sherlock taught her that shooting at random things was all right, hence Raylan's fear.
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It had been a very eventful day at work and Raylan was looking forward to telling Becky about the man using a spotted viper as a murder weapon. It seemed right up the Holmes alley.
She had texted him that she was in the parking lot. When she was between cases, she sometimes drove him to and from work. He did not really know why, but it was sweet in a Becky sort of way.
The elevator doors were just starting to close when a woman's hand slipped between them to stop them. Oh Lord, Raylan thought when Winona hit the Lobby button.
At least there was no irritating, sappy elevator music. Winona realized that she was in a small, metal box with her twice ex, and made a face that reminded Raylan of the time that Becky tried his day-old coffee.
She recovered her native Kentucky manners quickly, however. "Good evening, Raylan."
"Good evening, Winona." She looked as pretty as ever, but her mouth was set in an unpleasant line he had never really noticed before. The doors opened and a few more people got on, crowding them closer together. "It's a…surprise to see you back in Lexington." Was it really? He had not thought too much about her location since…this one night in a bar.
"My sister and I are selling mom's house," she replied quickly, brushing her hair behind her ear in familiar, nervous gesture. "Along with my fiancé."
"You're selling your fiancé?" He joked. In that past, he had felt something at that word fiancé.
She laughed nervously. "He's helping us sell. But, I promise, he's not in real estate. He's a corporate attorney."
Raylan's laugh surprised him, and her. He realized that, indeed, he did feel something. A fondness for a woman he had once loved more than anything and a desire for her to be all right. "I'm sure you'll both be very happy."
She almost seemed confused by his reaction, but then she smiled. "What about you? You seeing anyone?"
"Remarried, actually." He did not show off his simple, white gold band, but he rubbed it softly with his thumb.
"Really?" He would have been insulted at her shock, but last time she saw him, his getting over her seemed impossible to both of them. To her own credit, she looked contrite as soon as she said it. "What's she like?"
The elevator doors opened again and they started walking toward the parking lot. "Becky…is a private consulting detective." He chuckled. "She keeps eyeballs in our fridge, forgets our anniversary, and has the weirdest family in the world. But…she just, sees things, the world, different. There's always more to it for her than to anyone else."
They paused outside the doors, the last remnants of sunshine warming his skin. Winona had a wistful expression on her face. "What?" he asked, frowning.
"If you had ever looked like then when talking about me…I wouldn't have left you."
All he could really do was shrug.
"I'm glad you're happy, Raylan," she said, kissing his cheek and then walking off toward her car. He knew, somehow, that it was the last time he would see her.
He looked across the parking lot and saw Becky, wearing gray slacks and a purple shirt he thought was made of silk, leaning with a preternatural grace up against her battered, blue pick-up. He was very aware of his smile when he walked over, long legs eating up the pavement.
Anyone else would have asked him who was that? But Becky said "I hope that marrying a solicitor is better choice for Winona than an estate agent."
Raylan laughed and pulled her into a passionate kiss; one hand tangling in her black curls, the other at her waist, body pressing her back against the truck.
"Glad to see you too," she said with a soft smile.
"You're brilliant."
"Yes, I know. How was your day?"
He started telling her about the spotted viper, but he noticed that her smile lasted the entire way home.
AN2: I started this Raylan/Becky relationship before Winona announced her pregnancy so…It does not exist. Since I left it out of Study, I'm leaving it out of here. AU people!
