Non-time travel AU: Where Flynn is grieving over the loss of Lorena and Iris; over the past week Flynn hopelessly calls Lorena's phone number just to hear her voicemail. One day, the number is reassigned and Lucy answers.

The bar wasn't too busy tonight. Perfect. He found his normal spot at the bar and walked to it. The bartender already eyeing him.

With a sigh, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket so he could sit. Then haphazardly set it down in front of him. Just looking at it upset him yet he carried it everywhere. He never left home without it.

"Slivovitz." He orders, his voice gruff.

It was obvious he wasn't from around here. His English was almost flawless but his accent quickly gave it away, he didn't even try this time. He was just thankful this American bar sold the Croatian drink.

Maybe if we stayed in Croatia...

He wanted to blame NSA for giving him the assignment in San Francisco. But he was the one that took the job. Even more so, took his family with him.

He ran his hair through his unkempt hair and continued to stare at his phone.

His drink slides gracefully in front of him. The kind of thing that looks like it can only happen in movies. He ignores those details. All he knows is there's a drink in front of him.

He gulps the clear liquid. Savouring the taste, relishing the burn in his throat. He quickly ordered a second.

He glanced to the door that let in the lights of the city. Lights of San Francisco. He didn't like it. He downed his second drink.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself man," The bartender said already handing him a third.

"Don't talk about what you don't know," He spit.

Garcia Flynn was not a man to be trifled with. Especially after a couple of drinks.

The bartender didn't stop. He gave him a fourth after saying, "This is your last. I'm not selling you anymore."

There was a growl in Garcia's throat but it never escaped. He was certain of the scowl across his face, though.

"You've reached Lorena Flynn, please leave a message," she giggles at the end. Garcia had been standing behind her places a soft, tickling kiss just under her ear.

She puts the phone down. "You couldn't you wait?"

Garcia smiled. "Then where's the fun?"

He remembers like it was yesterday. He remembers everything like yesterday.

He grabs his phone and pulls up that all too familiar contact. Why he's doing it? He can't figure it out. He stares at the ID photo of Lorena and Iris Flynn. Angrily, he presses dial.

It rings five times.

He knew no one would answer. That's why he loved to call the number. If I could hear her voice... One more time...

Expecting to hear to hear Lorena's bubbly voice he was thoroughly surprised when another female voice actually answered. Not automated... It was a human.

"Hello?" The woman sounded tired, frustrated. As she should it's nearly 10pm.

Garcia Flynn was frozen. He should've hung up but he kept the phone close. He cleared his throat, wiping away the tears he didn't realized had been falling. "Who is this?"

"This is Lucy Preston," She replied. Garcia said the name under his breath. It definitely wasn't familiar but he felt drawn to it. Probably the drink. "Who is this?"

He found himself answering, "Garcia Flynn."

"Well..." She seemed to wait for another reply. "What can I do for you, Mr. Flynn?"

He didn't answer for a moment. Lucy was about to hang up before he spoke, "No. I'm sorry. This was my..."

He still didn't hang up. He could've forgotten about the whole thing. Lucy was going to hang up but heard the quiver in his foreign voice. "Are you okay, sir?"

"Yeah, yeah," Garcia said trying to sound more confident. "My, uh.. This was my wife's number," He paused. For a moment Lucy was confused. But he murmured, "Must have been reassigned."

Lucy understood now but didn't know how to reply. "I'm... sorry, Mr. Flynn."

Garcia shook his head. He didn't need anyone's pity. But he knew she didn't mean it like that. "Thank you."

They both stayed on the line but neither spoke.

"Is there anything I could do?" Lucy mentally slapped herself she was talking to a stranger. "I know little of what's it's like. i mean, sort of. I've never lost anyone to death but... I'm sorry..."

Garcia smiled for the first time in two weeks. "I'm okay, really. Thank you."

Lucy smiled a little. "Well, I have to go, sister drama, but... If you ever need someone to talk to..."

Garcia chuckled. "Thank you, Miss. Preston."

"Lucy," She corrected.

"Then I am Garcia," He smiled again. I don't know this woman. "Goodbye... Lucy."

"Goodbye, Garcia."

They both paused before hanging up.

Lucy smiled as she set her phone down.

Garcia Flynn walked out of the bar with his head a little higher tonight.

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Okay.. So this isn't part of my "nightly chapter writing" but I have been trying to write this legit all day. I kept getting distracted. Then... Angela Lanter replied and liked my comments on her posted today and Sunday. Oh yeah. And on that note... *this is unedited!* So

Anyway... I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you liked it. (also considering the crazy amount of time put into it)