Authors note- so sorry I didn't update sooner, my sister had a tonsillectomy recently and between that and helping my mom with Thanksgiving and monster homework and loss-of-focus I just couldn't find the inspiration. But I am back :D
Disclaimer- pretty sure it would be in a record book somewhere if I owned the rights to a tv show. I mean, not many 13-year-olds do, right?
They both found their way home. Andy had cabbed. She felt horrible. Rotten inside. But at the same time….she felt sharp little shards of happiness breaking through her seal of sadness and self-loathing. Luke had taken the car. He felt bad. A twinge of guilt ran through his mind, but he dismissed it. Andy would never know. She would never know he had sex with Gail. He wouldn't let her.
Andy walked into their living room, and was surprised to see Luke sitting there, a beer in his hand.
"Hey. Where were you tonight?"
"Well Gail let me know you already had a ride home—"
"What? Luke, I waited outside of the club for a long time. You never showed up."
"But Gail said that you had a ride home already." He said weakly. Andy was still blind to the fact that he had just been at the house of a fellow rookie. It was only when she moved closer, and she could see the small smears of red behind his ear. And, there it was again, at the base of his neck. How did that..? And, suddenly she knew.
"So. She better in bed than I am?"
"What? Andy, how did you-? I mean we didn't…" Luke's sentence trailed off, his throat choked off by his conscience.
"Well, you have red lipstick stains all over you and I don't think I have to be a detective to put those pieces together."
"It was a mistake."
"I'm not innocent either." She blurted out without thinking.
"What?"
"Well, you didn't pick me up and Sam was the only one left at the site of the op so he gave me a ride back to his place and we almost kind of kissed and then we did kiss but only for a short second before I left, coming back to you, and now I'm kind of regretting leaving." The words spewed out of her mouth before she could stop them. It was as if the truth had gone on a drunken rampage, demanding to be told.
"I'm sorry you left, too."
"Pardon me?"
"I'm sorry you left. You should have stayed. We could have been equally as bad and maybe I wouldn't feel so crappy inside." He said, for once admitting defeat.
"Look, maybe…maybe this just isn't going to work. I'll move back into my old apartment, and you can forget I ever happened." She said softly. Andy left the room quietly, and packed all she needed for that night, and left without another word.
The next morning, she arrived at the station with mere seconds to spare, having ran nearly the whole way there. At least she wouldn't run into Gail, she thought. Miss White-shirts-daughter was always perfectly prompt and ready. She blurred her way through parade-she was assigned with Sam, as usual-and made their coffees, meeting the dark and handsome man at the squad car.
"Hey."
"Hey." He said.
"How are you?"
"Ah,well, I'm spending a Monday morning with a certain rookie who hasn't left my train of thought since the night prior. I think it's safe to say there have been better days of mine."
She smiled. "Never left your train of thought, eh?"
"McNally get in the car and give me my damn coffee."