Chapter - I don't think so
The insistent ringing of Vicki's cell phone drew her attention from the road as she reached down to answer the call.
"Vicki Nelson, I mean Fiztroy" she said stumbling over the surname and cursing herself for being so distracted by todays events.
"Vicki", said Henry softly, "we really need to talk about what happened." Henry paused his pacing of the floor of their apartment and sat down wearily.
"Like I said in the locker room Henry I'm done, ok. I just don't want to hear it." she replied getting a pair of raised eyebrow's from Bruce who wasn't even trying to pretend he wasn't listening.
"You can't just ignore what happened" he replied exasperated.
"You wanna bet!" she replied slamming her phone shut and effectively hanging up in Henry's ear with a small amount of satisfaction.
Henry was furious looking down at his phone. He couldn't let this go, refusing to talk to him or listen to reason. Henry made the decision to head back to the station, if he had to drag her out of there physically then that was what he was going to do.
"Vicki", said Bruce looking over to her for a second. "I have no idea what's going on with you and Henry right now but I'd..."
"Bruce, you and every other male I know can just go shove it, end of discussion, thank you very much" said Vicki crossing her arms angily over her chest and sliding down the seat of the car.
"Don't I deserve any answers, after all you did kiss me" he said trying to tease her out of the bad mood.
"Should we pull over and try again", she said teasing him back puckering up.
"That's my girl, he replied, now lets go hunt us a killer running around town with a pack of trained dogs."
Bruce was glad she was cheering up, it was tough to be partners with anyone when you are a recovering 'serial killer' as he was. There wasn't much in the way of 12 step programs for them. Being hired by the CIA as a profiler, a job he was ideally suited for, helped fill the gaps in his life.
...Back at the office...
Henry walked over to Vicki's desk expecting to find one very angry wife to deal with but was met with an empty seat. Mike's office he thought to himself. Who else does she run to in times of need. Knocking on the door Henry scented only one Mike Celluci inside. Disappointed but determined to find her he walked in.
"Mike, do you know where I could find Vicki" he asked after seeing him buried under a mound of paper work.
"She and Bruce were called out about half and hour ago"
"Bruce and Vicki are partners?" he asked surprised she hadn't shared that information with him.
"I'm sorry Henry its just that so much has happened since this morning, all detectives and operatives have been called onto the nightclub cases and I teamed the Vicki and Bruce together. I thought it would be safer for Vicki to have Bruce as back up.
Henry's frustration caused him to close his eyes before asking the question "Why Vicki?"
"Henry, it was a good call. I couldn't not have her work in this department and not be on the case like everybody else." Mike finished
"She'll be ok, there was a call from just some drunk over in High Park who claims he saw 3 dogs in the park that looked suspicious. Probably just a professional dog walker."
Mike looked at Henry's concerned face before throwing up his hands, deciding Henry's need for reassurance was greater than his need to get on top of the paper work. Plus he felt sorry for Henry right now, Vicki's strange behavior, not being with her, the pregnancy and the threat from the Weres, it was a lot to handle.
"Look if your that worried what about you and I drive over there together and check it out as well" Mike offered grabbing his jacket.
It was tough being a police officer's partner at the best of times and when you partner was one Vicki Fiztroy, it was almost impossible.
"Thank you" said Henry grateful for Mikes help and presence.