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"Great work on the Earnest Foster case, Hadley and Marshall." Lt. Gordon commended when she reached their desk.

"Thanks, Lieutenant. It's not just us two, though. Dr. Cameron was a great help as always." Sherman replied, smiling as he thought of Allison. "And I'm sure my partner would agree as well. Don't you, Hadley?" He asked.

Across the desk, Remy was in a daze. She was also thinking about that same blonde medical examiner. A couple of days had passed since the 'incident' at the hospital and she had been trying to deal with her newfound feelings. It's a fine line between love and hate. She had crossed that line, unknowingly. The dark circles under her eyes were the sign of her sleeplessness, having tossed and turned in bed during the nights before slipping into restless slumbers.

"Hey, Hadley!" Sherman shouted, giving her a playful kick under the desk. That was the umpteenth time in the past days he had caught her daydreaming.

"What was that for?" Remy asked, frowning in annoyance.

"Am I right?" Sherman asked again. "About Dr. Cameron." He added after Remy gave him a puzzled look.

Remy froze up instantly at the mentioning of Allison. Oh shit, how the hell did he know? She was panicking internally even though her face told an entirely different story. Her composed facade faltered, however, when she started speaking. "No! I- Wha- Wh- Why would you ask that?" She questioned, tripping over her tongue.

Both Sherman and Lt. Gordon frowned at the strange response. "You don't agree Dr. Cameron was a great help?" The latter asked in bewilderment.

"Huh? What?" Remy's mind blanked for a brief second. At last realizing that she was acting on guilty conscience, she quickly recovered, in a way. "Of course not. I mean- I mean yes, I agree with- Wait, no. I disag- Wh- What was the question again?" A sheepish expression crept up to her features as soon as she finished. Sherman watched on in amusement.

"Are you okay there, Detective Hadley?" Lt. Gordon asked in concern at the display of uncharacteristic behaviour. Not trusting her speech at the moment, Remy nodded.

"I think she needs to slow down on her intake of pain medication. She's probably just high." Sherman joked while trying to contain his laughter. Remy narrowed her eyes at him threateningly.

"Yeah. Well, good work anyways." Lt. Gordon highlighted again. She eyed Remy suspiciously for a while before walking away.

"What is wrong with you this few days?" Sherman asked in a mixed of curiosity and concern.

Remy released a defeated sigh. "I wish I know."


Allison stood hesitantly at the entrance to the DHI office with a beach file and slider storage bag in her hands. She was at the precinct to drop off the post-mortem report and evidence she found in the victim's body.

Remy was alone at the desk with Sherman nowhere to be seen. The brunette detective had been less than receptive of her vague attempts at friendliness. She even shot down her apology once before. Allison bit her lower lip, finally deciding to get this over and done with.

She strode over to the desk, looking as self-assured as possible. "Hey." She greeted cautiously.

Remy had managed to get a certain blonde medical examiner out of her mind for the past few hours or so by immersing herself in work. So, when Allison seemingly appeared out of nowhere, she was completely caught off guard. She jumped in her seat, bumping her sling right arm into the desk in the process. She hissed in pain while clutching her sprained shoulder. Her face scrunched up in agony.

Allison set down the things in her hands immediately. She then stepped forward to place a comforting hand on Remy's upper arm with the other carefully holding her bent right arm. "God, are you okay?" She asked quickly, her caring nature taking over.

Remy opened her eyes when she felt hands on her. Allison was leaning close. To her, it was as if this was the very first time she was seeing Allison for who she really was. The beautiful delicate features, the heavenly saccharine scent, the tender touches and the warmth radiating from her were all too much. She needed desperately to take a deep breath, but Allison's scent was thick in the air.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Remy answered through gritted teeth. She grimaced at the throbbing pain and shrinked a little into her seat as subtly as possible to create some space between them. She could hear her heart thumping and wondered if Allison could hear them too.

Allison noticed the subtle action and took it as a sign for her to back off, quickly withdrawing her hands and taking a few steps back away from Remy. "I'm sorry." She mumbled.

Remy was feeling every bit of the disappointment when Allison removed her hands and moved away. That was the absolute opposite of what she wanted. She clenched her jaw in frustration and ran her good hand through her hair. "It's okay. What did you want?" She asked, her frustration inadvertently slipping into her tone of voice.

Allison was not at all surprised by the tenor showed. So much for caring. She let out a breath, her expression hardening. "Nothing. I'm just here to give you these." She picked up the file and zipper bag from the desk, handing them to the brunette detective.

Remy held out her hand and took the stuff from the blonde medical examiner. Their fingers grazed each others for a brief second, sending a wave of electricity coursing throughout their entire body that caused them to pull back their hands instantly. They stared at one another in shock. Papers dropped out from the file as it hit the ground.

Allison was the first to recover, bending down to gather up the papers. Remy followed a few seconds later, getting out of her seat and helping out rather clumsily with only one hand.

"It's okay, I got it." Allison assured with a small smile when she saw Remy struggling. Remy blushed in embarrassment. She stood up and turned her head away to hide her flushed cheeks. She wasn't sure if it was a reaction to the smile or the fact that she was caught acting ineptly.

"Here." Remy turned back to the voice and took the things from Allison, who held it out for her. She made sure there was no contact whatsoever this time around. She could only handle that much.

After a moment of tension-filled silence, Allison cleared her throat uncomfortably. "I should go now." She said softly. Remy merely nodded in response, too flustered to even speak.

Allison lingered for a while longer before walking away. When she stepped out of the office, she passed a hand over her face. She could feel the six months worth of tension between her and Remy reaching breaking point, but what frightened her the most was that it wasn't going to happen in the way she had originally thought it would. And that made her heart pounded.