Feb. 6th: Bickering – 200 words – What says love more than a heaping helping of belligerent sexual tension?
Erin Strauss/Alex Blake
"Alex."
The woman in question closed her eyes, stifling a groan.
"Chief Strauss?" she said. She noticed the slightest frown on the other woman's face at her chilly tone. The satisfaction was tempered by exhaustion, but it was there nonetheless.
Erin stood in front of Alex, hands clasped, unsure of how to broach the topic on her mind. She must've stood there a while, because she jumped at Alex's sudden, impatient tone. "Did you want something?" she asked, trying to catch her eye?
"I was just...wondering...if you wanted to grab a late coffee somewhere. After everything today, I think we could use a pick-me-up." Her smile was faint, and she tried not to wince at her weak attempt at humor.
"Yeah, 'cause there's nothing more exhausting than the threat of being pulled off a very important stalking case, right?" Alex snapped, grabbing her go-bag.
"Like I said, I just don't want you guys to burn yourselves out over the Replicator," Erin tried to explain. "A one-track mind can cause its own problems." She had plenty of firsthand proof of that.
"Or you could let us just do our job and stop meddling," Alex said. "But then you never were good at knowing when to keep your opinions to yourself, were you?" With that, she pulled the strap of her bag over her shoulder and stalked away. A drink did sound good...just not the sort Erin wanted to have, and definitely not with her.
Erin sighed as she turned to watch the other woman leave. Typical Alex Blake outburst. Another thing that evidently hadn't changed over the years.
She wasn't deterred, though. She'd make things right with Alex. Eventually.