DISCLAIMER: I do not own DC or any of the cast or crew. I do own Camilla and her story. This is purely fictional and for entertainment only. :)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Camilla and Jake called it quits and for the first few weeks, Camilla was a wreck. She put on a front while she was at work, but as soon as she walked out the door, the water works began. Camilla's mom, Stacy moved in with them and filed for a divorce from her husband. Stacy even started bartending at the bar Camilla's grandpa just purchased.

"Honey, you've got to snap out of it." Her grandpa said Friday evening when Camilla came in and her eyes were once again bloodshot.

"I know gramps." She said going to the fridge and getting something to drink. "I hate feeling like this."

"You need to get out. If you're not at work, you're here." Her grandpa said. "It's been 3 weeks already."

"Tell me about it." Camilla mumbled.

"Why don't you go down to the bar? I'm sure your mom would like some company."

"I could use a few drinks." Camilla said.

Camilla got a shower and headed down to the bar. She hung out with her mom and had a few drinks. She was relieved that it got her mind off of things and to her amazement, the bar was crowded. She was sitting at the counter when someone came up to her.

"Is this seat taken?" A handsome guy asked.

"No." She told him.

"What could I get you?" Stacy asked coming up to them.

"A Bud Light."

Camilla's mom popped the top off of the beer and handed it to the guy. He handed her the money for the beer and a $5 tip.

"Alabama Slammer, right?" The guy asked.

"Excuse me?"

"You ordered an Alabama Shooter at the airport bar."

"Right." Camilla said recognizing the man. "How have you been…?"

He was the bartender at the airport bar when she first came to Dutch.

"Brad." He said holding out his hand.

"Right, Brad." She smiled shaking his hand. "I'm Camilla."

"The Lt.'s daughter." He smiled. "You work at the clinic, right?"

"Yes."

"My sister works there." He told her. "Brandi."

Camilla was surprised. Brad couldn't be no more than 30 while Brandi was in her 40s.

"She's really nice and showed me around the office."

He nodded.

"So, do you still work at the bar?"

"Naw, I was just a bartender until I could get a better job." He said. "I moved to Anchorage. I'm actually home for a week."

"What do you do?" She asked.

"I'm a computer hardware engineer."

Camilla just nodded and Brad chuckled taking a swig of his beer.

"Boring, I know." He chuckled.

"Yeah, it sounds like it." Camilla giggled. "It pays the bills though."

"Yeah, it does."

Stacy comes over to her daughter and the man.

"Can I get you another?" She asked the man.

"Sure." He smiled and turned to Camilla. "What's your poison?"

"Coors Light and a Jaeger Bomb, mom."

"She's your mom?" Brad asked shocked.

"Yeah." Camilla nodded.

Stacy brought the drinks over to them and winked at her daughter.

Brad and Camilla hung out the night playing pool until the bar closed in the wee hours of the morning.

Camilla and Stacy said bye to Brad and Stacy drove herself and her daughter home.

"So, who's the handsome guy?" Stacy asked.

"Brad. I met him when I first got here. He was the bartender at the airport." Camilla told her mom. "He lives in Anchorage now."

Stacy nodded. She was glad that her daughter wasn't moping around.

"Don't give me that look." Camilla said walking down the hall to her room. "I'm not interested."

"I didn't say anything." Stacy said.

Camilla took off her jewelry and shoes.

"I just got out of a relationship and I'm definitely not looking for another."

"I'm just glad you're getting out." Stacy said from the doorway. "It has nothing to do with a relationship."

Jake stumbled to the door mad as hell. Someone was lying on his doorbell and whoever it was on the other end of the door was going to get it.

"Ok!" He yelled. "Stop ringing my fucking doorbell!"

He swung the door open and seen Ryan with a big stupid grin on his face.

"What the hell, dude?" Jake asked angrily. "What do you want?"

"Just came by to see if you were still breathing." Ryan said coming inside. "Since you haven't been answering anyone's calls."

"Well it's 8 in the morning." Jake said looking at the wall clock. "I was sleeping."

"You haven't been answering your phone in days." Ryan said plopping down on the couch and looking around the house. "Dude, it's fucking disgusting in here…when's the last time you cleaned around here?"

Jake sat down on the other end of the couch, shrugged and lit a cigarette.

"Since my cleaning skills suck that bad, why don't you get a broom and knock yourself out."

"I'll pass." Ryan said. "What the hell have you been doing?"

"Drinking, going out, having a good time."

"I've heard." Ryan said. "What the hell's going on with you, Jake?"

Jake didn't want to have this conversation. He was fine, everything was fine. Why the hell were people so concerned about him all of a sudden?

"I'm fine." Jake said. "I'm enjoying myself."

"I can see that." Ryan said picking up an empty beer can. "Does this have anything to do with Cami?"

"Nope."

"You can't keep doing this. Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Ryan asked. "You look like shit, Jake. You were just getting back to your old self."

Jake sighed finishing his cigarette out.

"I'm your friend, dude." Ryan said concerned. "How long have we been friends?"

Jake shrugged.

"Why don't you grow a pair and fly up to Dutch and talk to her?" Ryan asked.

"We have nothing more to say to each other."

Ryan was beginning to get pissed off at his friend.

"You're a dumbass, dude." He said standing up. "You know you don't want to lose her but if you don't get your act together you will. She's a good girl, bro. She helped you get back to yourself and you're too damn dumb to realize that. You better try to work it out with her and man up. Before another guy beats you to it."

Ryan didn't say anything else, he walked out the door.

Jake sighed and let his friend's words sink into his head.

"Fuck." Jake mumbled.