I honestly think that this is my least favourite chapter so far. I'm just not sure if I was able to portray what I really had in mind. Hopefully the next ones are better. With that fair warning, I hope you enjoy it anyways.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Rookie Blue characters.

Emily got out of Heather's car and closed the door, looking over at the two police cruisers parked in the coffee shop lot a few spaces away. Her heartrate quickened when a fleeting thought passed through her mind. She wondered whether it might be Oliver who had driven one of those cars, but she told herself that there were more police officers in the city besides him. Emily smiled as she thought of how ridiculous she was being and took a closer look at the vehicles before walking into the coffe shop with Heather. She saw officers sitting behind the wheel of both vehicles, concluding that they must be about to leave soon.

Once inside, they took their place in line and Emily looked around, noticing how busy it was that Sunday morning. There were quite a few people ahead of them in line but she was in no hurry. She had nothing in particular planned for the day besides having coffee and doing some needless shopping with Heather, which she was looking forward to.

"Was there anywhere that you absolutely needed to go?" Heather asked, trying to plan where to start shopping first.

Emily pursed her lips and shook her head. "Nope. Nowhere in particular," she answered, then took a step forward when she noticed the line moving. She looked up towards the front of the line and saw two tall figures, both in dark clothing, visible in between the gaps of the people in line. She squinted her eyes and leaned slightly to her left, trying to get a better look at what she was sure she imagined she saw. The people in front of her swayed back and forth, blocking her view but suddenly, a path seemed to appear and she smiled widely.

Oliver and Sam waited in line for coffee with a few people ahead of them. They had been riding separately, Sam with Andy and Oliver with Dov, but decided to grab a coffee at the same time. They waited in silence for their turn, both needing a pick me up. Oliver had been looking straight ahead, deciding if he wanted anything to eat, when he felt Sam's elbow nudge him in the arm. He looked over and saw Sam, grinning devilishly and looking towards the back if the line. Sam then turned his gaze to Oliver with a crooked eyebrow and jerked his head to the side, suggesting that Oliver take a look. Oliver turned to see what Sam was referring to but didn't see anything that would have warranted Sam's odd expression. He turned his attention back to Sam, raising his eyebrows and shrugging his shoulders. Sam continued grinning and repeated his head jerk. Oliver looked back and, once again, didn't know what Sam wanted him to look at. Then, someone in line moved aside and he finally understood. Standing at the back of the line was Emily.

Emily felt herself blush when she saw Oliver turn around and look at her. Why do i keep running into him? she asked herself. She was smiling at him and tucked her hair behind her ear before turning her attention to Heather. She felt herself getting nervous even though she was glad to see Oliver again. Despite not knowing him all that well, she liked him. Part of her thought that maybe he might like her as well, but she didn't want to get her hopes up since she was clueless when it came to knowing whether or not someone was interestd in her. Emily took a deep breath to calm herself and willed herself to just relax. She looked up a few seconds later and found Oliver staring back at her with a huge smile on his face. His eyes were lit up and she almost laughed at the "Hey, I know you," expression on his face.

"Who's that?" she heard from beside her. Heather had noticed the silly look on Emily's face and saw her staring at a police officer at the front of the line.

"What? Oh, um that's Oliver ... Officer Shaw," she corrected herself quickly, not wanting to let Heather know why she was on a first name basis with him. Linda was the only one that suspected that Emily liked Oliver, and she didn't really feel like telling more people.

After looking back at Emily for some time, Oliver turned around and glanced at Sam, who was giving him a knowing smile. He ignored him and looked towards the counter when it was their turn to order. They moved ahead, ordering and paying for their coffees, along with one each from Andy and Dov, then started for the exit of the coffee shop.

"Hello," Oliver said to Emily, slowing down as they were walking by.

"Good, how are you?" Emily asked, then quickly looked down, feeling stupid for what she had just said. She hated that she got so nervous when she liked a man. She looked back up at Oliver and saw him smiling. "Hi," she tried again.

"Well, I should go," Sam said quickly, and slapped Oliver on the back. He made his way to the door, wanting to give Oliver an opportunity to talk to Emily.

Oliver looked over his shoulder and saw Sam heading for the door. What's he trying to do? he thought to himself and took a step towards the door as well. "I should get going, too. Was nice seeing you again," Oliver said, then nodded towards Heather, who looked confused. He made his way to the exit and turned around before leaving, seeing Emily looking back at him with a small smirk. He wanted to stay and talk more, but he wasn't sure of what to say. He felt an uneasy feeling come over him, realizing it was regret, as he headed towards Dov.

"You know them?" Heather asked, while looking outside.

Emily quickly began to explain to Heather how she had come to know Oliver and Sam, then a slow, sheepish grin appeared on her face.

"I think I like him," Emily added, finally saying it out loud. Heather smiled, feeling happy for Emily. It had been a long time since Emily had been interested in anyone and the smile on her face made her statement pretty obvious.

Dear Sarah,

You don't know me, but my name is Emily. I'm the one who saw you that ...

Emily sighed and tore off the piece of paper, crumpling it up into a ball. It was the fifth time she had started the letter and she was starting to second guess her choice in writing it. She's never going to read it and even if she does, it'll just upset her even more, she told herself.

Emily stood up from her kitchen table and closed the notebook she had been writing in, giving up on the idea of writing Sarah a note. She walked into her kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, deciding to watch a bit of tv that Monday evening before getting ready for bed. She got comfortable on her couch and flipped through the guide, deciding on the news since nothing good seemed to be on. Emily sat and watched the images change on the tv screen, not really paying attention to the actual stories. She figured that that was a pretty good sign to turn the tv off and try the letter one more time.

She got up and went back over to her kitchen table with a sigh. This time, Emily was successful in getting her thoughts down.

"I don't know what you're waiting for, man," Sam said, while walking out of the restaurant and holding the door open for Oliver. They had just stopped off to get something for lunch that Tuesday afternoon, and Sam was bugging Oliver about Emily.

Oliver grumbled as he walked to the passenger side of the cruiser, wanting Sam to drop the subject. If he was going to do anything, he was going to do his at his own pace. "Just leave it, Sam," he warned him. Oliver opened his door and got inside.

Sam smiled and got into the drivers side of the vehicle, knowing full well that he wasn't going to stop. "I just think you owe it to yourself to ask her out. I mean," Sam stopped as he looked over his shoulder before merging into traffic. "You obviously like her ..."

"What?" Oliver cut him off loudly, playing dumb. Sam looked over at Oliver and almost laughed when he saw him looking both shocked and embarrassed.

"Oh come on, anytime you see her or anyone mentions her you start to go all ... reddish," Sam said, with a wave of his hand while trying to describe what he meant. He looked over at Oliver and saw it. "There! Right there!" Sam exclaimed while pointing at Oliver. He turned back to Oliver and saw him start to look flush, and knew that he was right in his accusation.

Oliver turned away from Sam for a few moments and didn't say anything. He knew that Sam was right. Since he had driven her home, whenever Oliver thought about Emily or her name happened to be mentioned, he felt happy and could feel his face grow warm. When he saw her at the coffee shop a few days earlier, he couldn't stop himself from smiling and still regretted leaving so quickly. He did want to see her again, but he wasn't sure how to go about it. He didn't think it would be appropriate of him to just call her, since she hadn't technically given him her number for personal reasons. Besides that, he was still nervous about the whole dating scene, despite giving Sam so much advice over the years. Oliver kept looking out of the window and shook his head. "I don't know, Sam. I just don't know if I'm ready yet, you know?" he answered honestly.

"Think of it as ripping off a band aide. Just hurry up and get it over with," Sam offered, then grimaced when he realized how stupid his advice sounded. "Just ask her out," he tried again, this time, getting straight to the point.

That Tuesday, after she finished work, Emily made her way down to the the police station to drop off the letter she had written to Sarah. She felt a little naive since she wasn't even sure that it would get delivered to Sarah, but she figured it was worth a shot. As she got closer to the station, Emily wondered if perhaps she would see Oliver again, which caused a bit of a flutter in her stomach. She realized that she would most likely either have to ask for him or for Sam, since they were the ones that had handled the file on Sarah. She started to feel a bit nervous. Part of her was hoping to run into him there, but she worried that if she did see Oliver, he might think that she was coming by just to see him again.

She shook off her thoughts of Oliver and made her way onwards. As she opened the door to the station, and looked around, she saw that there wasn't a line up this time, allowing her to approach the desk right away. An Officer Cote smiled at Emily through the glass when she arrived in front of her.

"Can I help you?" Officer Cote asked cheerfully.

"Yes, hi. Is ... um ... is Officer Shaw or Swarek in?" Emily asked, deciding to ask for either of them.

Emily watched as Officer Cote typed something into a computer to her right. "No, I'm afraid they are out at the moment. Is there anything that I can help you with?" she asked politely.

Emily, feeling a slight sense of disappointment, reached into her purse. "I hope so," she started with a smile. "I was wondering if you could give this to either of them to pass along," she said, unsure if she should explain what it was that she was handing over. Emily pushed it under the glass and watched Officer Cote look curiously at the envelope marked "Sarah King."

After a few seconds of alternating her stare between the envelope and Emily, Officer Cote leaned forward a bit. "And who do I say this is from?" she asked, searching for a sticky note.

"Emily Weaver."

At the mention of her name, Emily saw a woman standing farther behind Officer Cote turn her head quickly in her direction. She was holding a baby against her chest and bouncing up and down a little, soothing the little one in her arms. The woman looked at her curiously with a very small smile on her lips, to which Emily smiled back at.

Noelle stood in the office trying to get a good look at Emily. She had come to have lunch with Frank and was taking a second to visit with her coworkers while she had the chance. The sun was streaming in through the windows, causing a bit of a glare on the glass, but she was able to see Emily smiling back at her. She had heard her ask for Oliver or Sam when she came in and when she offered her name, Noelle wondered if it could be the Emily that Sam was teasing Oliver about a few days earlier. She looked Emily over and saw that she was very pretty, in a classic way, and understood why Oliver was blushing when Sam had teased him.

"Okay, I will get this to either of them as soon as I can," Officer Cote promised.

"Thank you very much," Emily said with a gracious smile, then looked up and smiled at Noelle, who was still watching her. She made her way towards the exit of the station and hoped that her message would somehow get to Sarah.

Sam had just pulled into the station and was making his way to park beside the other cruisers. Oliver was just about to take a bite out of his sandwich when Sam stopped the car, resulting in a cheek full of mustard and mayo.

"Couldn't of warned me, huh?" Oliver asked, more playful than annoyed.

Sam laughed and got out of the car, stretching his back before making his way around the back of the car.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" he heard Oliver cry out, and made his way to the passenger side door. Oliver was sitting in his seat, bent over with one leg out of the car, picking up pieces of lettuce and tomatoes from his sandwich.

"Not a word, Sammy," he said, without looking up, knowing that Sam was hovering over him, snickering.

When Emily left the station, she had began walking down the sidewalk, approaching a fenced in area where the main gate was left open. She took no notice of it until she got closer and saw multiple police cars parked in a row. She continued on her way, taking a slight peek inside and spotted Sam resting his arm on a car door and smiling at someone who was moving around in the front seat. She slowed her pace, wondering if perhaps it might be Oliver who was in the car. Emily smiled right away when she saw Oliver pop up in front of Sam. It's him, it's him, she squealed to herself, then tried to relax when she realized how foolish she was being.

Sam laughed when Oliver stood up and he spotted a big glob of mustard smeared on the side of his mouth. He was then distracted by movement at the lots gate and recognized Emily slowly walking by, looking in their direction. He smiled widely and looked back to Oliver.

"Uh oh," Sam said loudly. "Better wipe that mustard off of your face because there's your stalker," he joked, as he jerked his head in Emily's direction.

Oliver spun around and spotted Emily walking by, almost past the gates opening. "Oh, shit," he said quickly, then turned back towards Sam and wiped at his mouth. "Shut up," he added, annoyed that Sam called her his stalker, and turned back to look at Emily. But she was gone.

Unfortunately, as Emily was walking by, she had only heard a small, mumbled portion of Sam and Oliver's conversation. After Oliver stood up from the car, she overheard Sam say "Uh, oh ... there's your stalker." She felt embarrassed at hearing that, since she really wasn't there trying to see Oliver. Then, the wind almost seemed to get knocked out of her when she watched Oliver spin around and say "Shit," when he saw her. Her first instinct was to run when she heard this and she quickly past the opening of the gate and made her way down the sidewalk, turning down the first available street in order to get away from the view of the station.

Emily slowed her pace and swallowed the lump forming in her throat. She felt angry, and embarrassed. She was in no way a stalker. Yes, she had run into Oliver a few times since they had met, but they all seemed to be at random. She had never gone out of her way to see him, not even this time. This time she was simply dropping off her letter for Sarah and happened to see him. Suddenly, Emily began to feel stupid when she realized that she had basically convinced herself that Oliver had liked her in some way too. He didn't like you, he was just being polite, she thought. She was humiliated and hurt, knowing what Sam and Oliver had thought of her and knew she had to stay away from them from then on.

I apologize for any over looked spelling or grammatical errors.

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