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You say we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
Still I know you just don't care
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Inspector Andy Trudeau hurried out of the hospital building where he'd been the past several hours, answering reporters' questions about the latest murders he was investigating. He got into his car, and leaned back in the seat. Working homicide could be tiring, not to mention damn depressing, but he knew it would be worth it once they caught the bastard.
He started the car, turning his mind to more positive thoughts. He'd seen Prue today, not once but twice. Until this morning, he hadn't really known how much he'd really missed her. He considered calling her, but gave up on that when he saw the clock on the dashboard. It was late, and after the day they'd had, she and Phoebe both needed their rest. I'll call tomorrow, he decided, to check on Phoebe. Before he left the hospital, he'd gone back to the nurses' station where he'd seen Prue, and inquired about her sister. He'd been relieved to find out that she'd been released a little while after she woke up.
He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize until he got there that he was driving to the police station instead of to his apartment. Oh, well, he thought. I might as well get some paperwork done.
Given how late it was, Andy was surprised to see his partner, Darryl Morris, was in the station as well. "Hey, shouldn't you be at home?" he greeted his friend.
Darryl shook his head. "Janna and the kids are at her mom's, and I've got nothing better to do. What brings you here at this hour?"
"My car." Andy joked.
Darryl rolled his eyes at the lame crack. "What did you find out at the hospital?"
Andy handed him a file he'd gotten from the hospital's Director. Darryl looked through it, impressed. "They gave you all this?"
"Well, it helped when I told them our main suspect is one of their former employees." Andy responded.
"Kris Lionel used to work at the hospital?" Darryl asked, eyes narrowing.
Andy nodded. "About ten years ago, he worked in the hospital cafeteria."
Darryl's eyes narrowed even more. "How'd you find that out?"
Andy grinned. "Friends in high places?"
Darryl sighed. "This better be accurate, Trudeau."
"It is." Andy assured him.
Darryl looked at him skeptically, but didn't say anything. He trusted his partner. For the most part. "Okay, Andy, what aren't you telling me?"
"Nothing." Andy answered.
"Not about the case," Darryl clarified. "There's something else. If there wasn't, there's no way you'd be here this late."
Andy sighed, and sat down in the chair opposite Darryl's desk. "I ran into an... old friend, twice today."
"And old friend?" Darryl repeated. "What kind of old friend?"
"The kind of old friend you date all through high school and don't see again until, well, now." Andy replied.
Darryl leaned back in his chair, sensing that this would be interesting. "When did you see her?"
"First at the coffee shop this morning. Then, at the hospital." Andy told his friend about Phoebe's accident, and how he'd seen Prue in the hallway.
Darryl, having nowhere else to be, listened as Andy went on to tell him how he and Prue had been friends their whole lives, how they'd been each other's first, how they'd lost touch after high school, and how incredibly gorgeous she'd looked in the coffee shop that morning. "So," he finished, "what should I do?"
"Do you still like her?" Darryl asked.
"Yeah. A lot." Andy said.
"Do you think she likes you?"
Andy nodded. After all, she had given him her phone number. That had to mean something, right?
"Was she wearing a ring?" Darryl asked.
"No - Not that I noticed." Andy stammered, not wanted to admit that he'd deliberately checked.
"Then go for it." Darryl advised.
Andy smiled. "Yeah. Thanks. I will." He got up to leave. "See you tommorrow."
Darryl smiled, watching his partner leave. "Less than twenty-four hours and she's already got him whipped." he said to his computer monitor. He was still grinning minutes later when he stood at the door to the station, shut the lights, and locked up.
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~from the song "Breakfast At Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something~
You say we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
Still I know you just don't care
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Inspector Andy Trudeau hurried out of the hospital building where he'd been the past several hours, answering reporters' questions about the latest murders he was investigating. He got into his car, and leaned back in the seat. Working homicide could be tiring, not to mention damn depressing, but he knew it would be worth it once they caught the bastard.
He started the car, turning his mind to more positive thoughts. He'd seen Prue today, not once but twice. Until this morning, he hadn't really known how much he'd really missed her. He considered calling her, but gave up on that when he saw the clock on the dashboard. It was late, and after the day they'd had, she and Phoebe both needed their rest. I'll call tomorrow, he decided, to check on Phoebe. Before he left the hospital, he'd gone back to the nurses' station where he'd seen Prue, and inquired about her sister. He'd been relieved to find out that she'd been released a little while after she woke up.
He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize until he got there that he was driving to the police station instead of to his apartment. Oh, well, he thought. I might as well get some paperwork done.
Given how late it was, Andy was surprised to see his partner, Darryl Morris, was in the station as well. "Hey, shouldn't you be at home?" he greeted his friend.
Darryl shook his head. "Janna and the kids are at her mom's, and I've got nothing better to do. What brings you here at this hour?"
"My car." Andy joked.
Darryl rolled his eyes at the lame crack. "What did you find out at the hospital?"
Andy handed him a file he'd gotten from the hospital's Director. Darryl looked through it, impressed. "They gave you all this?"
"Well, it helped when I told them our main suspect is one of their former employees." Andy responded.
"Kris Lionel used to work at the hospital?" Darryl asked, eyes narrowing.
Andy nodded. "About ten years ago, he worked in the hospital cafeteria."
Darryl's eyes narrowed even more. "How'd you find that out?"
Andy grinned. "Friends in high places?"
Darryl sighed. "This better be accurate, Trudeau."
"It is." Andy assured him.
Darryl looked at him skeptically, but didn't say anything. He trusted his partner. For the most part. "Okay, Andy, what aren't you telling me?"
"Nothing." Andy answered.
"Not about the case," Darryl clarified. "There's something else. If there wasn't, there's no way you'd be here this late."
Andy sighed, and sat down in the chair opposite Darryl's desk. "I ran into an... old friend, twice today."
"And old friend?" Darryl repeated. "What kind of old friend?"
"The kind of old friend you date all through high school and don't see again until, well, now." Andy replied.
Darryl leaned back in his chair, sensing that this would be interesting. "When did you see her?"
"First at the coffee shop this morning. Then, at the hospital." Andy told his friend about Phoebe's accident, and how he'd seen Prue in the hallway.
Darryl, having nowhere else to be, listened as Andy went on to tell him how he and Prue had been friends their whole lives, how they'd been each other's first, how they'd lost touch after high school, and how incredibly gorgeous she'd looked in the coffee shop that morning. "So," he finished, "what should I do?"
"Do you still like her?" Darryl asked.
"Yeah. A lot." Andy said.
"Do you think she likes you?"
Andy nodded. After all, she had given him her phone number. That had to mean something, right?
"Was she wearing a ring?" Darryl asked.
"No - Not that I noticed." Andy stammered, not wanted to admit that he'd deliberately checked.
"Then go for it." Darryl advised.
Andy smiled. "Yeah. Thanks. I will." He got up to leave. "See you tommorrow."
Darryl smiled, watching his partner leave. "Less than twenty-four hours and she's already got him whipped." he said to his computer monitor. He was still grinning minutes later when he stood at the door to the station, shut the lights, and locked up.
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~from the song "Breakfast At Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something~