"I'm emaciated, so tell Dear ole Dad to go to hell," Dick frowned shoving the green jello back onto his tray. Neptune's Magnum P.I. duo were attending the funeral service for Sheriff Donald Lamb and he was sitting here with Logan on the verge of exploding. At least he'd been able to tame his tousled blonde hair and shave.
Still a beast between the sheets though… he mused to himself checking out his reflection in the back of his spoon. There were next to no fraternal similarities between him and Cassidy and a fleeting thought wondered if his kid would share any resemblance with that particular ghost.
"Emancipated," Logan corrected as one of the nurses looked over in their direction. The benefits of wealth while most other people were barely eking out an existence paying for grad school meant his friend now had a private room and was tended to by the medical staff catering to his every whim.
Minus a hot little Meredith Grey.
"Whatever, point is, I don't want him here, and legally I'm nothing to do with him," Dick said firmly the centrepiece of his universe still had to make an appearance. He'd be hoping that Mac would have been here by now but the trauma of the night before and demands of the growing child in her womb, it best to let her sleep.
Cindy MacKenzie is knocked up… and mine. I just want things to be great between us… I want things to get back on track...
Logan had made him all but pinky promise to hold off on calling until Veronica or Wallace were finished long enough to drive her over. Finding the Dick Casablancas Condo version of a Batcave fully furnished earlier had been a surprise.
It was real estate Heaven with panoramic views of Neptune beachfront.
"This shit feels like solitary confinement," Dick complained.
Dr Hawkesworth had increased his painkilling medication dosage earlier, so since friends don't let friends text drunk… Logan took the phone from him when he went to get the stuff from Dick's new place earlier.
"You have a private bathroom and a flatscreen tv," Logan pointed out quirking a brow towards the screen showing a muted music video.
"Adulting is hard," he said slumping back against the pillows and reaching for the remote.
"If this is you adulting it's painful to watch," Logan quipped.
"'Tis but a scratch," he quoted pointing to his stomach.
"Okay, enough of the martyrdom," Logan laughed. "You thought anymore about what you are going to say to Mac?"
"Dibs?" he shrugged. I'd be lying if I said losing her was something I could handle. I didn't mean to ruin us.
Logan just looked at Dick. "That's right up there with fist bump as the worst idea ever. According to Parker you hired a security firm to follow her around made you seem like some 'hulking possessive Neanderthal'."
"Yabba dabba do?" Dick shook his head tossing the remote aside with a small thud.
"Okay maybe I should have let you call Heather," Logan sighed. Dick was about to respond before his eyes widened, focused on something behind him. He smiled, but it was weak, a vulnerability in his posture that Logan had rarely seen before.
Hoarsely he said, "Hey..."
Logan didn't need to turn to know Mac and Parker were behind him. He schooled his features and turned to greet the two women, a sliver of unease slipping down his spine.
"Couldn't keep her away," Parker said apologetically.
Mac didn't speak, unable to be sure if she could trust her quavering voice.
How exactly did you greet the man who saved your life?
Tension shifting like a ball in her belly as they all continued their visual standoff. She'd been functioning at a lesser and slower capacity all day since leaving the Sheriffs office and dealing with Professor Stevens on behalf of Hearst administration. She felt like squirming. She'd been deprived of seeing Dick since he'd awoke earlier and now she was uncertain if he welcomed the sight of her at all.
She still had no idea how he'd known, or why he had been there. Post mortem of the crime scene had been void of flowers, or stuffed animals, so he could have been coming by to yell at her again for all she knew. He'd told her he loved her last night before passing out.. but how much of it had been real or just delirium from the blood loss?
Her RA Courtney had been scandalized by the events of last night and somehow seemed to equate the attempted murder to a terrible Tinder hook up who offered her a teddy bear from a shelf in his room as a 'prize' for bedding him adequately.
She pursed her lips at the paleness of his skin over the high cheekbones and his strong jaw, Mac realized she was staring. Ocean eyes raked over her body, settling on her midriff and back to her face.
"Are you okay? You look terrible," Logan asked softly.
It took a few seconds for the words to compute that Logan was speaking to her. Forcing herself to take a deep breath she averted her gaze to the taller boy, feeling embarrassed.
"I'm fine," she said.
"Morning sickness?" Dick asked and the butterflies in her belly erupted again.
"It's rude to stare you know," Mac told him but she didn't feel defensive.
"It's rude not to answer my question," he quipped a tenderness in his blue eyes that set the butterflies free.
"Anywhere I can get one of those?" Parker asked warmly to Logan who had put his cup down, her gaze flicking back to the door. Sliding his gaze to Dick, he paused momentarily wondering if it was a good idea to leave this reunion unchaperoned.
Was it too soon for this?
Dick was just out of surgery…
"Yeah, there's a coffee station at the end of the nurses station," Logan replied. He balked at the idea of leaving them alone.
"Show me?" she said looking at him expectantly.
Reluctantly he nodded, leaving Mac standing at the foot of the bed battling two contradictory reactions, the one that wanted to leap into his arms and cry with relief... and the other that wanted to flee.
