The rest of the day was pretty quiet. Chris and Cory didn't see each other
again until they came off patrol. Cory was already in the locker room
changing over when Chris came in. They didn't say anything to each other
at first but Cory broke the silence between them.
"I want to tell you something." Cory said
"Well I don't want to here it." Chris replied.
"Listen Chris, just give me one minute without you interrupting me and that'll be the end of it. After that you can go on hating me for the rest of your life." Cory stated.
"Fine. Say what you have to say Officer McNamara and make it snappy. Your minute starts now." Chris asked. Cory looked hurt when Chris addressed her that way but she continued.
"I am so sorry for what I did to you. At the time it seemed like the thing to do. I wish I had this wonderful excuse that I could tell you to make you understand what I did but I don't. I was being selfish, plain and simple and you have every right to be upset with me. It seems the things that I was trying to avoid ended up happening anyways. I know that my minute is up so I'll just leave it at that." With that said, Cory turned to walk out of the room. Just before she departed the room she stopped in her tracks and turned to Chris with tears in her eyes.
"This is the part." Cory said.
"The part? What part?" Chris asked confused.
"The part in the movies. I mean usually it contains a guy and girl, but I would say that this situation constitutes the part." Cory replied.
"You lost me McNamara. What part are you talking about?" Chris asked, still confused.
"You know the part in the movies where a person makes a mistake and they plead their case to whoever they're talking to. Well that person that made the mistake doesn't think that they got through to the other person so they turn to leave. Anyways right before the person walks out the door the other person says, 'Wait, don't leave. Everything is going to be okay'. Then they end up working out their problems. Sometimes they end it with a hug or a kiss." Cory stated. Chris sat down on the nearby bench and buried her face into her hands. Cory lingered in the room for about another 15 seconds but decided it best to leave and so she did. Chris left work, but instead of going home, she headed for the gym. She started doing her basic calisthenics before she headed for the boxing room. She strapped on the gloves and went after the speed bag. Usually Chris was very good at the speed bag but she had so much on her mind that it was hard for her to concentrate, so she decided to get a workout on the heavy bag. Her punches started off pretty slow but after awhile she started to brutally beat the bag. TC almost caught one to the face when he startled her out of her trance.
"Whoa, take it easy there little lady. What did me or that poor punching bag do to you?" TC asked.
"Well you and your friend Del Toro decided to play a practical joke on me and well the bag is just an innocent bystander." Chris said as she turned her attention back to the bag.
"Let me guess. All of a sudden that bag turned into a Cory." TC said.
"Not everything is about her TC. I had a lot of energy stored up and I decide to come here and work some of it off. At least I was until I was interrupted by you." Chris stated.
"You have a lot of energy stored up. Why didn't you call me? I would've helped you burn it off." TC said, smiling devilishly.
"Is that right? What did you have in mind Callaway?" she asked. TC walked really close to Chris and talked to her barely above a whisper.
"Well you could have come to my place and we could have played Twister. That's a real energy burner."
"Twister. What would we do after Twister got boring? I mean I have a lot of energy that I want to burn off." Chris said even softer than TC.
"Well that would depend on you."
"Depend on me how?" Chris asked, turning to face TC.
"Depends on how sweaty you want to get." TC said, bringing his face closer to hers.
"I plan on getting really sweating." Chris responded, bringing her face even closer to TC.
"Then I could take you outside and have you cut my grass." TC said, getting even closer to her.
"You really are on a roll today Callaway. Next stop Saturday Night Live." Chris responded. TC closed the gap between them by sealing his lips with hers. At first Chris responded to TC but she eventually pulled away.
"TC maybe we should go. I mean it is getting kind of late." Chris said.
"Yeah, your right. I guess we got caught up in the moment a little. Come on, I'll walk you home. Are you going home?" TC asked, remembering her and Cory were not on speaking terms.
"Yeah, I'm going home. Me moving out is not going to solve what is going on with Cory and myself. It'll be like running away from the problem instead. Besides I don't think that me moving in with you would be a really good idea right now. I mean we don't want to do something that we'd both regret." Chris said.
"Well I hope that you and Cory can work things out peacefully." TC said as he and Chris started their walk home. "By the way Kelly, if anything was to ever happen between us like, well you know what I mean, I would never regret it." TC stated. Chris reached up and kissed TC on the cheek. The walk home was pretty much TC getting yelled at for Victor's practical joke. When Chris walked through the door she quickly flopped herself on the couch and closed her eyes. Cory came out her room and noticed Chris sitting there. She tried to walk pass Chris without here noticing her but was unsuccessful. Chris must have gotten a whiff of her perfume because she opened her eyes right before Cory made it to the door and turned to face her roommate. The two women just stared at each other for a minute, neither one saying anything. Cory turned away to leave when Chris broke the silence.
"Officer McN.Cory.wait don't leave. Everything is going to be okay." Cory just stood there for a second with her hand still on the doorknob. "Did I do it right? The part I mean, did I do it right?" Chris asked softly.
"Perfect," was Cory's only response. She turned to face Chris and noticed that she wasn't the only one with a tear streaming down her face.
"I don't want to waste anymore time on this whole thing Cory. You're sorry and I forgive you. It took me a minute, but I finally realized why you did what you did. Would I have done the same? Honestly, I don't know. I just want you to understand this Cory. You're my best friend, whether I'm at LA Metro or working for the police department in Amsterdam. The only thing that is going to change that is you." Chris stated. Cory joined her friend on the couch and gave her a gigantic hug.
"Chris I just have three things I want to say. One, that will never happen again. Next time a phone call like that comes in you'll know. Two, you're my best friend and I love. Three, well I don't know if this has to do with me, but why is your face so red?" Cory asked, trying to conceal a smile. Chris just smiled and began telling Cory the story about Victor.
"Well right after you and me entered the firehouse." By the time Chris got through telling Cory the story they were both on the ground laughing so hard they could barely breath.
Moral: "A simple friend thinks the friendship over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight."
--Unknown
"I want to tell you something." Cory said
"Well I don't want to here it." Chris replied.
"Listen Chris, just give me one minute without you interrupting me and that'll be the end of it. After that you can go on hating me for the rest of your life." Cory stated.
"Fine. Say what you have to say Officer McNamara and make it snappy. Your minute starts now." Chris asked. Cory looked hurt when Chris addressed her that way but she continued.
"I am so sorry for what I did to you. At the time it seemed like the thing to do. I wish I had this wonderful excuse that I could tell you to make you understand what I did but I don't. I was being selfish, plain and simple and you have every right to be upset with me. It seems the things that I was trying to avoid ended up happening anyways. I know that my minute is up so I'll just leave it at that." With that said, Cory turned to walk out of the room. Just before she departed the room she stopped in her tracks and turned to Chris with tears in her eyes.
"This is the part." Cory said.
"The part? What part?" Chris asked confused.
"The part in the movies. I mean usually it contains a guy and girl, but I would say that this situation constitutes the part." Cory replied.
"You lost me McNamara. What part are you talking about?" Chris asked, still confused.
"You know the part in the movies where a person makes a mistake and they plead their case to whoever they're talking to. Well that person that made the mistake doesn't think that they got through to the other person so they turn to leave. Anyways right before the person walks out the door the other person says, 'Wait, don't leave. Everything is going to be okay'. Then they end up working out their problems. Sometimes they end it with a hug or a kiss." Cory stated. Chris sat down on the nearby bench and buried her face into her hands. Cory lingered in the room for about another 15 seconds but decided it best to leave and so she did. Chris left work, but instead of going home, she headed for the gym. She started doing her basic calisthenics before she headed for the boxing room. She strapped on the gloves and went after the speed bag. Usually Chris was very good at the speed bag but she had so much on her mind that it was hard for her to concentrate, so she decided to get a workout on the heavy bag. Her punches started off pretty slow but after awhile she started to brutally beat the bag. TC almost caught one to the face when he startled her out of her trance.
"Whoa, take it easy there little lady. What did me or that poor punching bag do to you?" TC asked.
"Well you and your friend Del Toro decided to play a practical joke on me and well the bag is just an innocent bystander." Chris said as she turned her attention back to the bag.
"Let me guess. All of a sudden that bag turned into a Cory." TC said.
"Not everything is about her TC. I had a lot of energy stored up and I decide to come here and work some of it off. At least I was until I was interrupted by you." Chris stated.
"You have a lot of energy stored up. Why didn't you call me? I would've helped you burn it off." TC said, smiling devilishly.
"Is that right? What did you have in mind Callaway?" she asked. TC walked really close to Chris and talked to her barely above a whisper.
"Well you could have come to my place and we could have played Twister. That's a real energy burner."
"Twister. What would we do after Twister got boring? I mean I have a lot of energy that I want to burn off." Chris said even softer than TC.
"Well that would depend on you."
"Depend on me how?" Chris asked, turning to face TC.
"Depends on how sweaty you want to get." TC said, bringing his face closer to hers.
"I plan on getting really sweating." Chris responded, bringing her face even closer to TC.
"Then I could take you outside and have you cut my grass." TC said, getting even closer to her.
"You really are on a roll today Callaway. Next stop Saturday Night Live." Chris responded. TC closed the gap between them by sealing his lips with hers. At first Chris responded to TC but she eventually pulled away.
"TC maybe we should go. I mean it is getting kind of late." Chris said.
"Yeah, your right. I guess we got caught up in the moment a little. Come on, I'll walk you home. Are you going home?" TC asked, remembering her and Cory were not on speaking terms.
"Yeah, I'm going home. Me moving out is not going to solve what is going on with Cory and myself. It'll be like running away from the problem instead. Besides I don't think that me moving in with you would be a really good idea right now. I mean we don't want to do something that we'd both regret." Chris said.
"Well I hope that you and Cory can work things out peacefully." TC said as he and Chris started their walk home. "By the way Kelly, if anything was to ever happen between us like, well you know what I mean, I would never regret it." TC stated. Chris reached up and kissed TC on the cheek. The walk home was pretty much TC getting yelled at for Victor's practical joke. When Chris walked through the door she quickly flopped herself on the couch and closed her eyes. Cory came out her room and noticed Chris sitting there. She tried to walk pass Chris without here noticing her but was unsuccessful. Chris must have gotten a whiff of her perfume because she opened her eyes right before Cory made it to the door and turned to face her roommate. The two women just stared at each other for a minute, neither one saying anything. Cory turned away to leave when Chris broke the silence.
"Officer McN.Cory.wait don't leave. Everything is going to be okay." Cory just stood there for a second with her hand still on the doorknob. "Did I do it right? The part I mean, did I do it right?" Chris asked softly.
"Perfect," was Cory's only response. She turned to face Chris and noticed that she wasn't the only one with a tear streaming down her face.
"I don't want to waste anymore time on this whole thing Cory. You're sorry and I forgive you. It took me a minute, but I finally realized why you did what you did. Would I have done the same? Honestly, I don't know. I just want you to understand this Cory. You're my best friend, whether I'm at LA Metro or working for the police department in Amsterdam. The only thing that is going to change that is you." Chris stated. Cory joined her friend on the couch and gave her a gigantic hug.
"Chris I just have three things I want to say. One, that will never happen again. Next time a phone call like that comes in you'll know. Two, you're my best friend and I love. Three, well I don't know if this has to do with me, but why is your face so red?" Cory asked, trying to conceal a smile. Chris just smiled and began telling Cory the story about Victor.
"Well right after you and me entered the firehouse." By the time Chris got through telling Cory the story they were both on the ground laughing so hard they could barely breath.
Moral: "A simple friend thinks the friendship over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight."
--Unknown