I know that this is a very short and uneventful chapter compared to the others, but I realized that lately I haven't been able to write as often as I would like to, and thought that I'd better finish a chapter and update soon before I lose momentum. I'm hoping to be able to get another chapter done in the next few days.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Rookie Blue characters. I only own Emily, and I guess Linda :-)

"Oh, that's great news!" Linda said with relief. Emily had just told her that the police had found Sarah and that she would be going home soon.

"Yeah, I was relieved to hear that it's all over with," Emily added, before taking a bite of her sandwich. They were eating lunch in the staff room and looking forward for the end of the day so they could start their weekend.

"So, do you think you'll ever see this Oliver again?" Linda asked, coyly. She had noticed the way that Emily smiled whenever she mentioned him and thought she deserved someone that made her light up like that. Her voice had even gone up a few octaves when she mentioned how he had driven her home after telling her about Sarah.

"What? Why?" Emily asked, blushing as she reached for her water. She didn't think that she would ever see Oliver again, unless it was completely random, like it had been at the market. And she didn't know why Linda would be asking her that.

"I don't know, it just seems like you like the guy," she answered honestly.

Emily almost choked on her water and wiped her napkin across her mouth. "I don't know. I ... I don't see why I would ever see him again, unless it was by chance."

"That's too bad," Linda said, with a raised eyebrow. Emily refused to say anything else, in hopes that Linda would drop the subject. It seemed to work, because Oliver's name wasn't mentioned again.

They continued to eat and discussed what they had planned for the weekend. Despite talking about her upcoming basketball game that weekend, Linda noticed that Emily seemed a little distracted.

"You okay?" she asked.

Emily looked up, snapping out of her real thoughts. She was thinking about Sarah and how she hoped that she would be careful in the future, and not be so trustful of strangers. "Yeah, I just wish that I could tell Sarah to, in a way, smarten up," she answered, knowing that what she just said really didn't come out right.

"Well," Linda started, thinking for a second. "Is there any way that you could talk to her? Like send her a message somehow?"

"What, like a letter?" Emily asked skeptically.

Linda's eyes grew wide. "Yeah. Write her a letter!" she said, enthusiastically.

"She's not going to read a letter from a complete stranger," Emily insisted, shaking her head.

"Who knows, it's worth a try. And even if she doesn't read it, you'll be able to get your thoughts off of your chest," she encouraged. "Couldn't hurt," she added a with a shrug.

Emily considered it for a minute and thought that Linda had a point. "Maybe," she said in such a way that let Linda know that she was ending the conversation.

"Now, why am I not surprised to see you two here?" Noelle asked, as she approached Oliver and Sam sitting at the bar at the Penny that Saturday night.

Oliver turned, with his glass still up to his mouth, and saw her smiling at them. "Hey! What are you doing here?" he asked, standing up to give her a hug. He hadn't seen much of her since she had gone off on maternity leave and he was beginning to miss her.

Noelle hugged him back and pulled away, giving Sam a big smile as a hello. "Traci invited me out for a girls' night out. Frank's staying in to give me a break," she answered.

"Ahh, girls' night. Andy's been going on about that for days," Sam offered, taking a sip of beer.

Oliver looked over at Sam with a furrowed brow, finding it odd to hear him utter the words "girls' night."

"I should get back to them, but I'll come visit with you guys in a bit, okay?" she asked, noticing Traci waving her over.

"We'll be here," Oliver promised and raised his glass to Traci, Andy and Gail, who were enthusiastically doing the same from several tables over.

After a few more drinks and teasing each other about random things, Noelle came over to join Oliver and Sam as she had promised she would. "So what have I missed?" she asked, with a slight slur.

Oliver and Sam both looked at each other and tried to cover up their amusement at seeing Noelle drunk.

"Umm, not much really. Besides kicking ass and taking names, it's been pretty uneventful around here," Oliver said jokingly.

Noelle smiled and put her arm around Oliver's shoulders. "I miss you guys," she said, then removed her arm. "Sorry to hear about you and Zoe," she added, while taking a seat on one of the bar stools beside Oliver. She had heard about their divorce from Frank and was surprised that they weren't able to work things out. She had always admired their relationship. "How are you?" she went on.

Oliver shrugged and pursed his lips. "I'm okay. We're still trying to be civil for the girls, but it's done. She told me that she's already been seeing a new guy," he said, then took a big mouthful of his drink. It hurt enough to know that his marriage was over, but it hurt that much more knowing that Zoe had already moved on.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Ollie," Noelle said sadly, leaning into Oliver.

Sam noticed the pained expression on Oliver's face and felt the need to lighten the mood. He knew how much Oliver had been hurting, even though he tried to hide it. "That's okay," he said loudly, clapping Oliver on the back then grabbing onto his shoulder. "Oliver's already found himself a nice new girl."

"What?" Oliver asked quickly, pulling away from Sam.

"That girl ... um ... Emily," he clarified, remembering how cozy the two of them looked when they sat together at Oliver's desk.

"You're seeing someone?" Noelle asked with wide eyes, feeling happy for Oliver.

Oliver turned to her quickly and shook his head. "No, I'm not," he answered, then looked back to Sam. "What are you talking about?" he asked, feeling a little embarrassed and confused. He hadn't mentioned anything to Sam about how he had driven Emily home a few days earlier, and realized that he was starting to like her.

"You two seemed to be hitting it off when she came in last week," Sam answered, tilting his bottle towards Oliver. "You gonna see her again?" he couldn't help but ask when he saw Oliver starting to blush a little.

"You're crazy, Sammy," he answered quickly, then turned back to Noelle, feeling the need to explain Sam's comment. "A woman witnessed a crime and came in to identify a suspect, and then I saw her a few times the next day ..."

"What? You saw her again?" Sam cut in. He hadn't heard about that yet.

Oliver sighed and looked down, regretting that he mentioned it. "I saw her at a skating rink then later on that day at a grocery store. And I offered to drive her home when I saw that she was walking," he explained.

Sam almost spit out his drink. "You drove her home?" he asked, surprised by Oliver's boldness. He was proud of him for stepping up like that since he didn't think that Oliver would ever move on after Zoe. Sam then felt the need to tease Oliver. "You saw her twice in one day? Oliver, I think you may have yourself a stalker," Sam joked, with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smile.

Noelle laughed at Sam's comment, but stopped when she saw how annoyed Oliver looked. "So, what? Do you like her?" she asked honestly.

Oliver shook his head and answered almost too quickly. "No. I don't even know her." After he said it, Oliver felt a warmth run through his body. He felt bad for lying to his friends. The truth was, he had been thinking about Emily off and on ever since he had dropped her off at her apartment and realized that, even though he didn't know her all that well, he did like her. He liked how genuine she seemed and how she could joke around with him so easily. And that she got embarrassed when she said that he was cute. Oliver was impressed by her job and that she liked working with kids. He wanted to see her again and get to know her better, but he had, just the other day, admitted to himself that he was scared. He hadn't dated in well over 15 years and didn't know how to get himself back out there. He was nervous.

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