Author's Note: I meant this to be a one-shot, but this idea came to me late on Friday night. I'm making some assumptions about Andy and Robert's political leanings based on 03x11. This story also reflects my own happiness about the results of the election. If this doesn't match your own political views, feel free to skip this one.
The news came at around 8:30 a.m. on Saturday morning. A late call had kept the A shift away from the station, so when their phones started dinging with the automated alerts they had each set up, they were still cleaning up and restocking the vehicles. They had all expected the news would be coming soon, but the daily calamities endured by the people of Seattle would not allow them to spend all day and night watching as the numbers of ballots counted in the remaining states trickled ever so slowly upward. There were cheers, high fives, and even a few hugs as they made hasty plans to meet up at Dean's houseboat later that evening to watch the acceptance speeches after they had all gone home and gotten a few hours of sleep. While they had initially thought of going to Joe's, Dean wanted to watch the momentous occasion with Pru, so he invited everyone over instead.
After a few moments of celebration with her team, Andy looked around and realized the person she really wanted to share the moment with wasn't there. She quickly made her way up the stairs to Robert's office, a little surprised to see him engrossed in the reports on his desk. She knocked quickly on the closed door but before he even had a chance to announce "Come in" she had opened the door and was walking in. She realized this wasn't protocol, but being the wife of the battalion chief had a few privileges.
"Ready to head home?" Robert asked, just barely glancing up from the pile of papers on his desk. He didn't need to look to see it was Andy. No one else in the station would have entered his office without an invitation. Being a battalion chief came with significant administrative responsibilities so on mornings like today, when they were on the same shift, Robert usually stayed in his office until Andy was finished, even though his shift had technically ended. It allowed him to stay caught up on his paperwork, and most days he didn't need to take any work home with him.
Andy, a bit incredulous that her husband hadn't heard the celebratory sounds coming from the barn, stood still for a minute, a bit of a grin on her face. When she didn't say anything, Robert looked up, his attention finally on his wife.
"What's up?" he asked, not sure how to read the look on his wife's face.
"They called the election," she announced, her grin getting wider as she did.
Robert stood up and made his way toward his wife. "Biden?" he asked, needing to hear the confirmation.
"Biden and Harris," Andy affirmed, making sure to add the name of the first female vice-president-elect.
Robert pulled Andy close, his long arms enveloping her in a hug before he leaned down to kiss her. They usually avoided public displays of affection at work, but today he didn't care. He wanted to celebrate this moment with his wife.
"Let's go home," Robert said, his smile matching the one on his wife's face. "We have that bottle of champagne waiting in the refrigerator."
When they had left for work the previous day, all signs seemed to be pointing to a win for the Democrats, so they had risked tempting fate and decided to choose a bottle of the sparkling wine to put in their refrigerator, waiting for the moment they had something to celebrate.
"It's not even nine o'clock," Andy noted, glancing at her watch. She was all for celebrating, but champagne this early in the morning seemed inappropriate somehow.
"We'll make a quick stop at the market for some fresh-squeezed orange juice," Robert said with a smile. "We can have mimosas."
While he knew there was much work to be done to heal the wounds of the last four years, he was not going to pass up the opportunity to celebrate today. Their faith in their country had been tested, something that hurt both of them deeply, Robert in particular. In the Marines, he had met many different people, both liberal and conservative, but they had been united in their desire to serve their country. To see the president, the Commander in Chief, denigrate that service and do so much to divide the country had bothered him greatly.
"I like the way you think," Andy commented, giving her husband one more celebratory kiss before they headed out of the station hand in hand.
They made a quick stop at the store, and drove home, as sleepy Seattleites woke up to the news, and celebrated by honking horns, banging on pots and pans, and, in a few neighborhoods, having impromptu dance parties in the streets.
Arriving home, Robert took down two champagne flutes from the cabinet and prepared their drinks. Handing one to his wife, they clinked their glasses together.
"What are we toasting?" Robert asked.
"We're toasting to broken glass ceilings, and a world where our children, boys or girls, will know that people who look like them can achieve whatever is they set their minds to," Andy said.
"I can drink to that," Robert said, clinking their glasses together one more time before they each took a sip.