Sorry for taking so long to update. I had a pretty big knee surgery done so I haven't really felt like writing. But here it is!
Anyone else smile with me when they saw Traci and Steve take down those guys? They are so cute together.
Andy groaned when someone knocked on her apartment door. She had a couple beers with Nick and then begged on, citing the long and crappy day and went home. She did not want company. Of course it had to be Luke Callaghan on the other side. Despite the fact that he was her 'boyfriend' or whatever they didn't call themselves, he was honestly the last person she wanted to see right now. "What are you doing here?"
Luke walked in and kicked his shoes off and Andy locked the door. "Oh I don't know. Didn't see you today at Ford's house. Funny that I work one of 15's cases, one that you happen to be on and you are nowhere near the scene."
She looked away. "I had some stuff that needed to be done." He was going to call her out on it. Ballsy. And shitty for her. She really had no excuse for her actions today. Maybe Sam was right, yeah, it was the right thing to do but morally, it crossed every line in Andy's book. And it wasn't something she was comfortable with.
Luke grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge as Andy sat on the couch. "You falsified Cruz's logs."
"Do you have any proof?"
"I'm not stupid Andy. That's not Cruz's writing in that last entry. That's yours. I think I would know your writing. And you kind of ran out of the station today, pretty fast. So McNally, did you do it?" It was Andy at home, and McNally on the job. Luke wasn't stupid. He knew she falsified the document. He just wanted to know why she did it. Why she was covering for Marlo Cruz.
She narrowed her eyes. "I'm not going to tell you."
He put his hand up and sat on the edge of the couch. "Relax, McNally. I'm not going to turn you in. But I have a lots of pieces of a puzzles and combined with Swarek's behavior, I'm more inclined to believe I'm on the right track to figuring it out. Why'd you do it?"
Andy ran her hands through her hair. "She's a good cop, Luke. She is. And the case wouldn't have been about finding a pedophile instead about a cop who well… went one step too far."
Luke just nodded. "I had a hard enough time believing you'd falsify logs, so I know it wasn't your idea. You do this because Swarek asked you to?"
"I did it to protect a good cop," Andy said, not changing her answer. Damn it. She should have know Luke would put the dots together. However, she wouldn't tell him about the bipolar. Hopefully Marlo would get back on the meds and get straightened out and everything would go back to being 'normal.'
Luke leaned over and kissed Andy, hard and passionate. She returned the kiss but pulled back a couple seconds later. "What was that for?"
"I'm sorry for getting into you about the logs. Lets just leave work stuff at the door and…"
Andy smiled and stood up and nodded towards the bedroom. "Let's go." Andy was already under the covers when her phone lit up. Luke crawled under and handed her the phone.
It was a text message from Traci. I'm on a date with Steve Peck right now… Not entirely sure why I haven't said yes before now. He's quite the charmer.
She smiled and chuckled to herself a little. That was a couple she would have not seen coming but it might just work. Steve Peck…. It was just weird. She replied back. Finally, eh. Tell me more about it over drinks tomorrow night.
"What?" Luke asked.
"Traci finally went on an actual legit date with Steve Peck tonight."
Luke nodded in the dark. "I heard they got Jackson Irving. I am going to bug Peck about that for a long time."
"Luke," Andy warned.
"Good night," he said. Before he rolled over and kissed her good night.
The next morning Luke woke up before Andy, as always. He knew she had to work at 11, he had to work at 10 so he figured he'd get up and make breakfast and coffee anyways. Andy and him didn't normally do the whole breakfast thing. Usually one of them was gone by the time the other woke up, on the nights they did stay together. Luke was trying pretty hard not to be married to his work again and work 24/7.
Andy finally stumbled into the kitchen when she smelled coffee. "Any man who makes me coffee in the morning is my absolute favorite," she muttered as she poured herself a cup.
"I better be your favorite," Luke teased as he put waffles on her plate.
She looked at him again. "You are definitely my favorite this morning. You even made me waffles. What did you do or what are you about to do?"
Luke raised his hands. "Nothing. I did nothing. We just don't normally spend any mornings together so I thought it would be nice to spend one together."
Andy smiled at him across the table. "Well it is nice, Detective. Why are you so late anyways? It's like 9 30 in the morning."
"I told O'Sullivan I wouldn't be in the morning and I have to testify in court this afternoon anyways. Figured I'd go over my notes and everything before," Luke said.
Andy nodded. "You hate court, don't you?"
"A little bit," Luke said, after finishing a bite. "I have to say, for my first time making waffles I didn't do a bad job."
They both stood up to rinse off their plates and then Andy backed him against the fridge and started kissing him. He stopped kissing her back for a second. "Am I missing something here?"
"Just saying thank you for breakfast," Andy said, kissing him, his boxers coming off and her sweatpants and bra as well.
Traci woke up the next morning, in her own bed but there was somebody else in it. And she her memory was very hazy on the events of last night. She never usually drank that much but she must have drank quite a lot. Thankfully her clothes were still on and Steve's were as well.
"Steve," she said when she saw him stirring.
"Yeah?" He said, smiling at him, looking way too awake.
Traci flopped her back on the pillow right now. "I hate you. Because the last thing I really remember is a Jagermeister shot. And now I have a hangover from hell."
"Yeah, there was a couple of those in there," Steve said rubbing his face. "Maybe those last drinks were a poor life choice."
"Ya think?" Traci muttered, sitting up. "I'm not normally like this. Taking a guy home on the first date."
Steve laughed. "Not going to hold it against you, Nash," he smiled at her. For some reason, she didn't feel all that guilty about it. Despite the pounding headache reminding her that she learned a long time ago not to drink Jager. And the stubble on his cheek was really sexy.
"Have you seen my house? It looks like a bomb went off in it. And Leo's coming back tonight. I have to clean it. Plus a shit ton of laundry. And thanks to you, a massive headache."
He smiled back at her and pulled her back to the bed and kissed her to shut her up. "Traci Nash, you think too much. No, I haven't seen your apartment because we were a tad drunk last night. Second, I doubt it's as bad as it make it out to be. And third, I'll help you clean it."
Traci stopped and looked at Steve and considered his words. "You will help me clean it?"
"Yeah, sure. Why not?"
"Deal," Traci said. Maybe she should hang on to this guy. Offering to help clean her house? Definite keeper material. Although with Steve, she either wanted to hit him or kiss him most of the time.