Chapter 7

"Welcome to the Rosewood Police Department Devon; your desk is over here and if you need any help Alison will gladly help you." The officer states walking away.

"Alison…"

"Hello Devon."

"Did you set this up somehow?"

"It just so happens to be that you and I have a similar background so of course we would be working together."

"Right…"

"Do you want me to give you a tour?"

"No I think I can walk around and figure it out myself."

"Perfect you're both her; Alison can you show Devon where the file room is…we have a lot more files than we go employees today with the weather."

"Sure thing," smiling she starts walking with a little bit more of a winning walk. Hearing the thunder start to get louder, she looks around trying not to show one of her weaknesses to whom she considers her competition. "Do you like thunderstorms?"

"They don't bother me…you?"

"I don't mind them."

"Then why are you clenching your fists together?"

Busted, "you are very observant aren't you?"

"It's my job…and I believe it's yours as well."

Turning around she stares at Devon with that face that almost everyone has gotten to know in town. The…I'm the one in charge here and I really don't like you face, "you know I don't like you right?"

"And you know that I don't like you either right?"

"Well I'm glad we have something in common."

"Oh we have more than that in common," smiling she watches Ali tilt her head. "You had Emily, and I have her."

"You're making her sound like she's a possession."

"Oh no she's not, she's definitely her own woman, but she doesn't open up about her past. From what I can hear in her voice and see on her face she's been hurt. She's beating herself up over something that happened a long time ago and I don't know what it is, but…" walking closer, Devon backs Ali against the wall. "…something tells it has something to do with you."

"Maybe it was the amazing nights we had together."

"Or…and this is just an idea, maybe it has something to do with you hurting her."

"I would never hurt her and you better back up right now because if you don't…"

"What? What are you going to do Alison?"

Looking down she wishes she had an answer but she doesn't…just like the other times, "so in this room is where you put all the files and they go alphabetically."

"This dinner's cold Alison," throwing his fork on the table he throws his plate across the room. "What have I said; you know what time I get home every night so why is my dinner cold." Lorenzo stands up and walk over to her. Standing behind her he leans over and takes her food off her plate and holds it up to her face. "Does this feel warm to you?"

"No," she barely gets the word out with how quiet she says it.

"No…and why isn't it warm?"

"I cooked it too early."

"Exactly," taking her plate he throws it in the trash. "Clean up this mess, I'm ordering a pizza...again because you don't have any concept of time."

"Or…"

"Or? Or what Alison…what are you going to do? Can you turn back time and make my dinner on time so I'm not eating ice cubes when I get home?"

"No."

"Then shut your mouth and clean it up."

"So you know you never did tell me how Devon proposed to you." Pam and Emily are watching the weather channel when Pam decides to break the silence.

"I didn't?"

"No you kind of just said hey mom we're engaged."

"Yeah but you knew since she asked your permission."

"Yes but she didn't give me details on how she was going to do it."

"Well it was the night before we were shipped out; she took me to the spot where we first started talking…"

"Devon what are we doing here?"

"You'll see; you know this field is where we met. We were being screamed at for pull-ups and that's when I finally gathered up the guts to talk to you."

"You know I never told you but as soon as I saw you I wanted to talk to you."

"Why's that?"

"You seemed…interesting."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah; I don't think anyone took a screaming at quite like you."

"Well you know what I found interesting about you?" Taking her hands she stops walking and faces her. " The way you sweat…it's like a glisten and…"

"Shut up," laughing Emily goes to walk away when Devon squeezes her hands.

"Emily I'm trying to be sweet here so give me a minute please. The determination you have on your face when you're nearing the end of a task and they're screaming at you is admiring. The smile you have when you one of the Sergeants gives you a compliment. It's a smile, but you know you can't do that in front of them so you force yourself not to, but you can still see it. Then way you run…it's like you're running to something not from something. Like you're comfortable here and you would rather stay here than face what's back home. Your laugh…contagious, your eyes…a book to your soul, and your hands…soft as a baby's bottom. Emily, I started falling in love with you the second I saw you and fell in love the first time we talked. I fall in love with you everyday and it's always something new just when I don't think there's anything I could love more. I'm doing this today, but before I do I want you to know that I would do it any day and every day of my life." Getting down on one knee she pulls out a ring.

"Oh my God…"

"Emily Fields will you please do me the honor…allow me to have this privilege of being able to call you my wife."

"Devon," lifting her up she continues to smile grabbing her face and lightly kisses it. "My answer is today yes and my answer would be yes any day and every day."

"Emily that is so sweet,"

"Thanks mom," Seeing the breaking news on the television Emily runs to her phone.

"Tornado warning?"

"Who are you calling?"

"Devon; she should probably come home."