She wasn't surprised to find him where she found him. The early morning hours had descended upon the city, and it had been midnight when she decided to go looking for him. Two hours later, she'd found him.
He doesn't notice her until she reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder. Only then does he turn, and when he does, he says nothing, waiting. She can tell by his silence that he's drunk, and understands why even if she doesn't like it.
Things have become quite uncertain over the past few weeks, she muses as they leave this old bar, the one that they've both been to many times over the past twenty-odd years. Friends have become enemies, the department has tried to stay neutral, but found that it could not. And now he is the one being made to take the fall for another man's mistakes.
It irritates her in more ways than one. As soon as the news broke as to what was going to happen, she found herself being more than slightly bothered by her mother's not-too-subtle hints that she should leave. But she won't. Her mother's made the hints too many times before, and nothing's changed. Nothing ever will.
After all, she thinks, as she leads her more-than-slightly drunk husband out of the bar, if they've lasted through all the stuff that came before this, they can last through anything. And no matter what anyone else has to say, she'll continue to love him, even through all these uncertainties.