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She stumbled but never fell, refusing help, the same as always. Sacks was beside her but Veronica shoved him away whenever he tried to offer assistance, now they were simply laughing as she righted herself and continued to trek to the car. Lamb wondered when Sacks and Veronica had become buddies. He hoped that he wouldn't see them like he'd seen Leo and Veronica not to long ago; flirting ad eating together, sharing looks and laughter. He used to be that guy – the guy Veronica would talk to when he was too busy, or watch over his shoulder when he was working a serious case, he used to be the one that made her laugh and smile; but that was so long ago, so many lives and faults ago, that no one even remembered.
The car was filled with uncomfortable tension. Lamb had sent Sacks back to the station, and the younger agent had barely muttered a word of protest. Veronica groaned in frustration, knowing that she had to say it. She closed her eyes, scrunched up her nose and uttered, "Thank you." Lamb wasn't sure he had heard correctly, but when he turned to look at Veronica and saw her demeanour - her entire body ready for fight, he knew he'd been right. How ironic that she would thank him, after everything, but the notion was just as unfathomable as him thanking her for still being alive; which he had come dangerously close to actually saying. He looked back at the road and mumbled 'Sure'. Flicking on the radio to dispel the suppressing silence, both Lamb and Veronica's minds drifted at hearing the song that came on…
They were cruising around in Don's new car, aircon blasting. What made it even better? Veronica had blown off Lilly to do this – She'd ditched a shopping spree and party to just coast around in Don's new car. A song had come on, a song neither had heard before, but by the end of it they were both singing (loudly) along.
That day hadn't been anything special, nothing exciting had happened; to an outsider that day wouldn't even be worth remembering. But it was great because of that – it was just one of those days, where it seemed that nothing could go wrong. 'This is how it's going to be. Just like this'.
I know it is short and for that I apologize, but I hope it was okay. I'm not going to do the whole 'I have to have 10 more reviews before the next chapter', but some more reviews would be great, please. Thanks for reading.
-Alien Alt.