God this fic is so like not the best I've ever written, and it's not done yet...hopefully the next chapters would be better.

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Fran

1 year later.

She couldn't believe a year had already passed. Everything had changed; she was a different woman with a different life. She had met a wonderful man, someone every girl could only dream of. She was surprised by how much she truly loved him.

Their relationship was most definitely moving forward, she had no hesitations whatsoever and she never thought twice about being with him. She was finally moving past what she thought was her never ending crush on Steve.

Dylan had managed to quit his job, much to his boss's protest, and due to his amazing job (and recommendations) he'd quickly found a job at the local newspaper. He was in the process of finding a house when Kono brought up the perfect idea of moving in together.

Though when the words had come out of her mouth she wasn't thinking straight; it was too late to say 'let's wait a little, this is too soon' because he had already said yes.

So now instead of just being 'boyfriend and girlfriend', they were roommates.

Never in her life had she thought about living with a boy.

"Have you talked to the witness yet?" someone asks. She's so distracted by the text message Dylan had just sent her, she was smiling broadly until Steve snapped his finger in front of her face. She looked at him for a brief second before realizing it was him who just spoke. He did not look happy at all.

"What?"

"What are you doing?" he asked and she snapped her head from her phone to his face. "Are you texting someone?"

"No… yes. It was Dylan."

"Are you kidding me now?" he was pissed. And by his tone of voice and the look on his face, his anger was directed at her. It's not like he hadn't done this before. Not that she had seen him…

"I'm sorry…"

"In case you haven't noticed we have a murder to solve."

"Yes, I'm sorry boss."

"Can you please tell your guy to stop texting or calling during work hours?"

"I will."

"I don't like you getting distracted."

"I already said I was sorry!"

"Good."

"Fine."

He watched her intensely again. She was trying to read him but failed somehow; she used to be good at this but she had lost it somewhere. It seemed to her with each passing day she was losing her connection with Steve. He had managed to create a wall between them to which she had a hard time comprehending.

"I'll be in my office," he whispered while turning away, the slam of the door gave away how upset he truly was.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked, receiving a shrug from Danny. She knew Danny knew the reason; she was pretty sure they talked about everything and if something was wrong with Steve, Danny knew about it.

"He's probably just stressed out about the case. You know how it works."

"What the hell does that have to do with me and Dylan then?"

"I have no idea what you're saying," he was obviously ignoring her, that's what he does when he knows something and he doesn't want to open his mouth more than he usually does.

"Fine, I'm gonna figure it out myself."

She moves away from Danny and makes her way towards Steve's office. If something was wrong and he was mad at her for some stupid reason, she had all the right to know. She couldn't be walking around eggshells all day.

She doesn't wait for him to invite her in, because she thought he wouldn't, and stood in front of Steve's desk where he pretended he didn't see her. She waited, hands on her hips, about to start tapping her foot on the floor, while his eyes were focus of whatever he was reading.

"Have I done something wrong?" she asked, and he lifted his head just enough to look at her.

"Excuse me?"

"Because that's the only explanation I have for you acting like this with me"

"Acting like what?"

She bit her tongue because she really did not want to call her boss a 'jerk' or anything like that.

"Like I've committed a crime or something."

"I just asked you to tell your guy…"

"His name is Dylan. Stop calling him my guy."

"Fine, tell Dylan to stop calling you and we're gonna be fine."

'We're gonna be fine?' When were they bad?

"What do his calls have to do with the way I work?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"Good."

She stood there, even though they had talked she felt like her question had not been answered at all, because he had the same look on his face from the day she had introduced them to Dylan, as if there was something in him that he could just not explain not tell. He had said he was happy but now she didn't believe him at all.

"Still you haven't answered my question."

Which he somehow did, but she needed more.

"Does it bother you?" he asked and she frowned at whatever he was getting to "Would it bother you if I told you how much I hate when he calls you, and the way you smile when he does that?"

She was totally and completely confused. What was he getting at? What was he really saying?

"I don't…"

He got up, slowly making his way to where she was standing. He sat on his desk, in front of her and she watched him playing with his hands on his lap, the way he sighed and swallowed hard.

"I don't think he deserves you," he whispered, not looking at her for even a second. It seemed he was talking to himself rather than her. "I don't think he will ever love you the way you should be loved."

"What?" she mouthed, the only word coming out of her mouth at the moment.

"You deserve someone better…"

"Someone like whom, you?" she had dared to ask. He snapped his head towards her, her heart shrinking at the intense jealousy reflected in his yes. All this time he had been jealous of Dylan, each time he called she had seen him watching her but he had never thought he could be feeling that way, at all.

"Yes."

It was that simple. That shocking. She had never considered the possibility of loving Steve all over again, just because Dylan was amazing and made her feel special and happy, and because the last time she had told him 'I love you' her heart broke. Now listening to him saying there could be a possibility, a chance for them, made her re-think all she felt inside. She felt confused all over again.

"I could love you hundred times more than he ever will," he pleaded.

"Why now?" she wondered. "Why did you have to wait a year Steve? Why did you have wait for someone to come and love me to tell me all this?"

"I don't know, call it stupidity, blindness or maybe that's what it took for me to see I was losing you."

She wasn't going to give up on Dylan just because Steve was saying all those nice words she had dreamed of, no. She wasn't going to sacrifice her perfect relationship because he loved her.

No matter how much she loved him too.

"Well I'm sorry, but I just can't do this to him," she spoke firmly, not willing to break down in front of him. "He loves me."

"Do you love him?"

"I do," she answers and he looked defeated.

Her phone beeped, Dylan's name flashing on the screen. Steve sighed before her and she knew for sure this conversation was over, and probably every chance of ever talking about this again.

"You should go," he spoke, head down. "Don't keep him waiting."

She turned around and walked out, closing the door behind her. She let a tear run freely down her cheek, purely out of anger or sadness, she couldn't choose which.

TBC

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