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L-Love
"Share the love." The words had rolled off Holder's lips so easily as he teased Linden on their stroll through the storage facility looking for Joe Mill's container. As soon as the words left his lips though, he tensed. He shot a quick look at Linden who had a smile on her face and didn't seem to see his inner panic.
Love. Love. Had he honestly just said love to his partner? Had he lost his mind? He hung back a second once they reached the right container and watched Linden move through the clutter of junk. Her small, lithe figured moved around the tight space as if she knew where she was going. And Holder wouldn't be shocked if she did. Linden was smart and intuitive and, unlike most smart people, she didn't question her intuition wanting to understand how it worked, just trusted that it did. That was another thing he loved about her. Love. There was that damn word again.
Did he love Linden? He had her back for sure. The thought of anyone trying to physically harm Linden nearly threw him into a blind rage. He knew for sure home girl had some emotion issues. Her history with men wasn't exactly on the straight and narrow. She dated that douche bag who fathered Little Man, she dated her ex-partner (although, now that he thinks about it, that wasn't exactly a poor choice), she dated Sonoma (the prick who couldn't stick around long enough to say hi after getting her out the (mental) joint last he saw), and she dated that baby from the ferry. Did she date anyone normal? Was Holder normal?
Did having her back mean he was in love with her? Probably not. But if he was gonna be honest with himself, this player hadn't exactly been playing the game. After Linden retired, he found himself in between the sheets with a few redheads before settling for an intelligent, strong, intuitive woman who had a bright future in her career as a D.A.
All cards on the table, he had a rather physical reaction when Linden came into the precinct late at night in her running outfit at the beginning of the Pied Piper case. Thankfully, he had been able to hide behind his desk for a while after she left to hide his shame. But, truth be told, that wasn't the first or last time he'd had that reaction to her. And he wasn't so sure how he felt about having a halfie when she was sporting one of those God-awful sweaters. What kinda card-carrying man gets turned on by a thick wool sweater? It wasn't so much the sweater as imagining what she was hiding underneath.
He looked up to see Linden turning around with a cigarette butt. And then he was flying down the hallways looking for Joe Mills. And then he heard the desperate plea in her voice calling for him. And he knew. He loved her.
