Author's Note: Just a short thing. As I was about to post it, I had much different idea of how to fill it. Maybe someday I'll go through all the alternate ideas I had, but for now, here is a real small bit of fluff.
Sorry I'm Late
"Sorry I'm late," Nancy said, slipping into the booth next to Joe. He gave her a slight look, and she frowned, wondering if she really was too late this time. She'd had things to take care of before she left, but she'd promised she'd be here. She never abandoned a case. She didn't know why they would have thought that she would.
"It's fine," Frank told her. "We hadn't gotten started yet."
"Are you sure?" Nancy asked, looking over at Joe.
"Don't mind him," Frank told her. "He's just afraid you sitting next to him will ruin the flirtation he had going with the waitress. Come sit next to me, and he'll start smiling again."
Nancy switched sides, settling in beside Frank. "You're sure it's not a problem that I'm late?"
Frank's hand brushed against hers. "Not at all."