Chapter 2- Good morning
Beep, beep, beep, beep…
Gail reached out, she pushed the snooze button, finding herself surprised that it was already 7:15am, it had been a long night. She rolled over, shifting her weight onto her elbows so that she was now upright, Gail couldn't help but notice the vacant spot beside her. He had skilfully made the side of the bed which he had occupied without waking her and now as she sat up her nose began to tingle with a sweet aroma. He had made coffee too, amazing. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she slowly made her way down the hallway, Gail thought for a brisk second that maybe Sam would still be there. Instead she found her kitchen empty with the exception of a full pot of coffee and a small hand written note.
" Gail, thanks for everything. I have the day off so I'll see you tomorrow. Call if there's anything you need. I hope the coffee is okay. - Sam"
For some reason Gail was taken aback by the small gesture, she poured herself a cup of coffee and found herself reading the note over and over. She had not expected him to be there when she woke up, she knew him better then that, but she also had not expected anything like this either. It was personal, and nice, she would try to remember to thank him for the coffee tomorrow.
Moments later, as she stood underneath of the hot water of her shower, now cascading down her body, she swiftly decided that she would talk to Chris today. She missed him considerably, each day growing worse then the last. His absence in her life affected more then she would ever admit, even to herself it seemed. Everything about him had made her happier, especially the little things, like the way he would look at her, for no reason at all, like she was the best thing that had come into his world. She missed his tender touches, and the way he would grab her hand in front of others, whispering something sweet into her ear. She missed the way he held her at night, knowing she was safe in his arms. Mostly, she missed waking up to his soft lips kissing her shoulder gently, reminding her in a sweet voice that she was beautiful. Thinking about him now sent a wave of goose bumps over her skin, quickly banished by the hot water. She thought about the reason she had broken things off, and it all seemed ridiculous now. She shouldn't have blamed him for being a good cop, a great one even, something she herself struggled to do on a daily basis. He hadn't intended to hurt her in anyway, if anything, he was probably trying to protect her. Why was she just realizing all of this now? She became distraught with anger, she hoped that Chris would listen, maybe it wasn't too late to save what they had.
When Gail arrived to the station, having walked since it was nice out, she immediately set out too find Chris. He wasn't in the men's locker room and he wasn't at the coffee station, defeated she decided she would just have to catch him after parade. She wanted to talk to him first thing, knowing that it would make her day a little brighter. Unfortunately she glanced at the clock, realizing she hadn't left herself much time to change so she hurried off to the locker room. Shortly after, Gail was surrounded by the rest of the division, gathered in the parade room for their morning briefing. She listened half heartedly as Best spoke to the room, focusing the majority of her effort on staring at Chris whom was sitting two rows in front of her, in between Dov and Traci. He had looked back only once, giving her his best attempt at a happy grin, she knew she had hurt him, it was written all over his face. After a few words from officer Shaw, Best finished things off with a final sentence that caught her attention.
" Serve, protect, and seek out the truth."
Everyone filed out of the room quickly, an over eager officer had stricken up a conversation with Gail and before she knew it Chris was gone, eager to get to the cruiser before Shaw she was sure. Dammit, much to her dislike it appeared that their conversation would be waiting until the end of shift. As Bests words were replaying in her mind she read over the roster for the day, maybe those words were a sign, or maybe riding with McNally for the day was just pure bad luck. Either way, her day had just taken a turn for the worse. Speak of the devil.
"Hey Gail, looks like it's me and you today. I'll grab the pack and meet you at the cruiser in a few."
She didn't seem upset with her at the moment, but Gail knew that time would tell. Besides, she knew first hand how good of a liar Andy was.