Chapter 10: The Second Date

After Terry asks Fiona if she wants to hang out, again, the date is set for after work. This time around, both of them are looking to progress things a little further...just not too far to upset the other.

Fiona's POV

Work, today, was dragging on a bit. Mostly because I have a 'date' with Terry to look forward to...and that moment couldn't come soon enough. It was 5:54...almost 6...which was the end of our shift. Come on, clock! Just move the fucking minute hand over the 12! What's so fucking hard!? Jeez...I'm talking to inanimate objects, now. THAT'S how crazy it's gotten, huh? Never dreamed in all my life that I'd be waiting for time to pass like this.

Today, we had filled out a full and detailed report about Bryce's activities. The only problem is...we didn't have concrete evidence. All we had was a statement from Storm about it...and that unfortunately wasn't enough in Central City's courts. All we needed was a photo or some paperwork that PROVED he was up to no good. Figures...you spend most of your time looking for something you don't have...and when it shows up, you probably miss it!

6PM...at last! I rushed out of the office, dashed down several flights of stairs...I couldn't be bothered waiting for the elevator. It's not fast enough...I want to see him...no, I NEED to see him, NOW! Wow...I'm turning into Sonic! All this shit about 'it's not fast enough'. That must grate on people's nerves, at times. No one is as fast as he is...which pisses everyone else off cos he complains about relatively normal speed.

I got outside of the HQ, where Terry stood, waiting. He was looking in the opposite direction...just watching things go by, I guess. I took this opportunity to sort out my hair, which had become messy after running out here. Am I turning into Amy, too?! I never used to be bothered about my hair...it was always 'fine the way it was'. Love can do funny things to people. I'm proof of that.

I gave him a tap on the shoulder to announce my presence...and to get a free touch of him, of course. "Oh, there you are, Fiona! Shall we get going?" he asked, looking at me. "Sure, Terry. Let's go." I replied. With that, we began walking down the street, away from CCPD HQ. On the way, I glanced at him a few times, just to get a look at him. He was wearing that jacket, again...that shiny black leather jacket. This time around, he opted for blue-ish jeans, rather than dark grey ones. I guess he wanted to wear a little more colour, this time.

As he walked, he had one hand in his pocket and another by his side. His furry tail swayed with each step. A crazy idea popped into my mind...something that I'd never even dream about before I met him. I wanted to reach out and grab his free hand...and hold it. Would he mind that? Hmm...he's a nice guy, so I suppose he'd want to hold my hand. Then again, we aren't a couple...so maybe he'd feel uncomfortable. He held my hand last time, right? Fuck it! Life is for taking risks...otherwise it'd be boring. He'd have to like it...cos I'm doing it.

With a quick move, I had hold of his hand...and that definitely got his attention, all right. His ears pricked up...his eyes darted over to me...and his head turned to face me. Shit! I don't think he liked that. What do I do?! THINK! Make something up? "Err...sorry. It was an accident?" I tried to make up my best excuse...and it wasn't nearly as good I as I assumed it would be. "Not a problem. Besides...I like holding your hand. It's...friendly of you." Terry spoke softly to me...which set my heart on fire. Mostly, I was feeling relieved...as he didn't mind my sudden move.

Terry's POV

Does Fiona...like me? Like me as much as I like her? No...I was too old for her. I'm just a friend. But...that kiss...that sudden kiss on the cheek. THAT suggested otherwise. Perhaps she was just being friendly when she did that...or maybe more than that? I had to find out! Not now, though...another time. "How about we go to your friend's apartment? I haven't really been properly introduced to her, yet." I threw out a possible destination...and changed the subject. Fiona stopped in place...frozen. Oh dear...she DIDN'T like that.

"Uh...Amy's place? Cos...well..." she stammered. My first instinct was to shoot the idea down before it made things even more confusing. "It's OK...we don't have to. I understand it would be very awkward..." I began, but Fiona stopped me. "No! That's not it, at all. I mean...Amy's very...pushy, let's say. She...she might...get on your nerves. I thought...you might wanna avoid a headache." Fiona told me, taking hold of my other hand. A blush appeared on my cheeks...half-embarrassed for assuming things...half-smitten as she had contact with me.

"I'll...I'll be fine. I don't think she could possibly be that bad. Anyway...you'll be there to...intervene, if necessary." I chuckled, smiling at her. Fiona started to look more confident about it. "OK...but I warned you." she teased, winking...before giggling and starting us off walking, again. I loved her giggles...and her wink...and everything else. We're vastly different, me and her. I'm a wolf...she's a fox. She's 20 years younger than me...at least. I'm stuck in the 80's...she's about as modern as I could handle.

Fiona's POV

We reached Amy's apartment in a few minutes...it wasn't far from CCPD HQ. Less than a mile, which was convenient for me. The only thing that wasn't so convenient? Amy, herself. Terry wasn't a loud guy...which is why I worried about him. As soon as he walks through that door...Amy's gonna hound him. I took a quiet gulp and unlocked the door with a key Amy gave me. Please, Amy...don't fuck this up for me! Don't scare him off!

I opened the door...and immediately heard Amy's voice, coming from the kitchen. "Fiona? Is that you? I'm just baking cookies..." she called to me. "Yeah, it's me. And...um...Terry." I called, back. I heard Amy drop something...definitely made of metal, as a loud clang erupted from the kitchen. "Terry?! Hold on, I'm coming!" Amy sounded much more cheery than before. Oh...for fuck's sake! Here it comes...

"Hi, Terry! Fiona's told me so much about you! Go into the living room and make yourself comfortable! I'll be through in a bit!" Amy stood right in front of him as she told him all that. I face-palmed out of her view. FUCK! This is gonna go badly! We went into the living room, sitting on Amy's floral, but comfy couch. Moments later, Amy came in with a tray...complete with a plate of biscuits. Amy sighed deeply as she sat down on a chair, facing the both of us.

I felt like I was being psychologically examined. Her emerald green eyes swept from me...to Terry...back to me, again. Silence fell...until Amy spoke, clearing her throat beforehand. Oh, shit! Here comes a classic embarrassing question! "So...you two had a good day at work?" Amy asked. That...wasn't so bad, actually. "Yes...It's been a quiet one, though. We're working on a tough case, so we haven't been making much progress." Terry told her. "Oh, good! Oh...help yourself to a biscuit, if you like!" Amy pointed to the plate of biscuits. "Thank you, Amy. It's lovely to meet someone who knows how to treat their guests." Terry smiled.

He's being...surprisingly calm with Amy. Why isn't he...running away, screaming? He should be finding her pretty annoying...but he isn't. Wow...this guy's got some patience. He took a biscuit from the plate and quietly took a bite. "Oh, I almost forgot! Would you two like a drink? I've got coffee, hot chocolate, orange juice?" Amy listed some stuff. Let's see his reaction. "Coffee would be lovely, please." he answered...cool as ever. "Yeah...same for me, Amy. I'll help you make it..." I stood up and followed her into the kitchen.

As soon as we got there, I shut the door, so Terry couldn't hear us. "Amy...I'm only gonna say this, once. Please...for the love of chaos...please don't mention anything...ANYTHING about me liking him, at all! I really don't want him to know until I tell him!" I resorted to an angry whisper. "Don't worry. I won't say a word. Besides...he's a really nice guy. I'll let you handle him...you're the expert on him." Amy told me. OK...she won't say a word. WAIT?! She WON'T? That's...very unlike her. Maybe she understands how much this means to me? How much Terry means to me?

End Of Chapter 10