Complicated

Sofia closed her eyes and felt the heat and wetness, how her body relaxed and she relaxed and the burden of the last long night fell off her shoulders. Ten hours without a break on her feet, a lot of witnesses, suspects and a crime scene with millions of different things. A big supermarket had been robbed, one man was dead, one critical injured, many people in hospital for various wounds. A gang of five men entered the supermarket after midnight, shot an at the moment not counted amount of bullets into the aisles, security cameras, destroyed bottles and glass, which injured people, took the money from the check-outs, killed the manager, who activated the alarm system, shot a clerk and was gone. the descriptions she got went from they all looked like Mike Tyson to Michael Air Jordan to Danny DeVitto. Basically all men in Las Vegas were their suspects now.

Her bathtub was the only place in her apartment, that could get any of the tensions off her, make her relax and get the head clear, so she had a chance to sleep. A glass of red wine rather than a beer, a slice of cake instead of her usual breakfast, this morning was a special morning, she needed to treat herself in order to remind herself, there were good things in the world too. One of these good things just entered the bathroom, walked to the bathtub and sat on the edge, on a towel, watching her soaking and relaxing.

"I'd offer you to join me in here, but you're not the biggest fan of the bathtub and there isn't enough space for a water fight." She opened her eyes and looked straight into the eyes of Justice. Her kitten sat on the towel, watched her and kept a certain distance to the water. He had never been scared of water, but kept his distance to make sure, he didn't end up in the hot water. When he was younger he once fell into the tub, trying to play with the foam and wasn't impressed with this experience.

"Sara left dinner before we had anything to eat, she got a text, a positive one she said, and left. Does this make any sense to you? No? To me neither. I wonder who sends her messages all the time…actually I'm not sure if I want an answer. The idea of knowing there is somebody in Sara's life, who means a lot to her, makes her smile, happy and has her love, hurts…a lot. But the evidence points towards this." The blonde bit on her lips. Was she fighting with tears? This wasn't what she needed, she needed some good news, something to look forward to. A Sara in love with somebody else wasn't good. It was good for Sara, made her happy, but it hurt too much, made it impossible for Sofia not to be selfish.

"Greg said, if Sara falls for a woman, he hopes it's me, I could make her happy. I hope my face wasn't as red as it felt. It was a cute thing to say, he likes Sara just as much as I do and we're both kind of rivals when it comes to Sara…he has no idea about my feelings and not that his nor my feelings matter because it's all in Sara's hands. She decides, she knows about Greg and his feelings, how couldn't she? He had always been open about it. I envy him for that, he can talk openly about his feelings, doesn't hide behind a cool mask, not like I do. Does it make me weak?"

Justice cocked his head like he thought about her words. What a good listener.

"There was no new envelope in my locker nor in the mailbox. We talked about the ticket yesterday, to me it didn't look like Sara knew about it. She was surprised, didn't blush and didn't act like I caught her. Can she be such a good actress? Then she left…but said, we'll all have dinner again. Another dinner with Sara. Or, a first dinner with Sara, we didn't have dinner together.

Justice, I've no idea what to do. Not about Sara and not about the envelopes. Is it a good idea to tell her what I feel? She's an adult, adults don't laugh at your face when you tell them, you have feelings for them and she has no reason to get mad…I think. Can you tell me why I fell for Sara and not for somebody else?"

The kitten shook his head, got up to stretch before he sat down again.

"Yeah, right, she's the best. I always wanted the best and that's her. And the best isn't easy to get, you have to work hard and a fight a lot. You should meet her, I think you like her. She's a huge animal lover, unlike us a vegetarian and…why am I telling you this? You know it anyway, I told you dozen times before. Sorry." The blonde breathed in and slipped forward so her head vanished in the water. Not see, not hear, not talk and still Sara on her mind.

"How possible is it that she agrees on dinner with me? I mean here, in our place, Justice. Does it sound odd when I invite her? Or is it nothing special? Do I make things more complicated than they are? Probably, but I don't want to do anything wrong, I've no…idea what's right and what's wrong when it comes to Sara. My heart tells me, invite her, get her in your apartment, tell her the truth, get real answers and my head says, don't ask for too much, give her time, let her do the first step, you will scare her away, annoy her, when you want too much. But what if she thinks the same? Wants me to do the first step?"

Justice got up, stretched again, looked at her and jumped off the bathtub. It looked like he had heard enough and wanted Sofia to make her own decisions.

"Yeah, leave me alone, I'd be annoyed too if I were in your shoes. Paws. Me and my stupid love problems. All I need are some guts, talk to her and then I know where I stand. Sara I love you, I'm in love with you for month, probably since we first met. Easy to say as long as I'm here alone, impossible when I see her. Hopeless case." She slipped down again.

Her cell phone rang. From the ring tone she knew it was her mother calling. With a sigh the blonde stayed in the tub. She didn't have the nerves to talk to her mother. The captain was awake, would ask a lot of question and hear, something was wrong with her. Then she had to come up with a good story, a true one because her mother smelled every lie, which would make her decide between telling her about Sara or the envelopes. When she told her about the envelopes, her mother would start her own investigation and Sofia didn't want this. She wanted to find out who left them and why. She was a cop and as good as her mother. It was not the business of the older woman.

And she told her about Sara…Sofia didn't want to think about this. Her mother asked for grandchildren since Sofia was twenty-five. Whenever she dated a man, or her mother saw her talking to one, a colleague, a friend, she had the idea, this was Sofia's man of her dreams, her future son-in-law, the father of her grandchildren. With every year the blonde got older, it got worse, she didn't dare to talk to unmarried colleagues anymore when her mother was around and when she talked to married ones, her mother mentioned later, the marriages wasn't a happy one, maybe he was available soon and Sofia should really find a husband soon. After all, she wasn't in her twenties anymore and needed to hurry, when she wanted many children. The thing was, the blonde didn't want any children and she didn't want a husband, not at the moment. All she wanted was Sara and this for a while, but she doubted her mother would understand. So it was better to ignore her call and tell her later, she was in the bathtub and couldn't answer the call.

But now it was time to get ready for bed and another night. Hopefully she got a case with Sara and a new date for their dinner…a dinner date…it could be all so good if it wasn't this complicated. This reminded her of another song, this one not of P!nk: Why you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated. She made everything complicated and the way she acted got her very frustrated.