Day 33: Bo's POV

"Everything okay?"

"Mm-hm," she lets out keeping her attention buried in the same red folder she's been staring at for the past three hours.

"You sure?"

"Mm-hm,"

"Really, really sure?"

"Bo," she almost growls my name still refusing to look up at me. "Everything is fine I am just trying to make sure I know everything needed for this case,"

"Right, right I get that." I nod looking from her back onto the road. "It's just there is maybe only ten pages-"

"Twelve,"

"Oooo, big difference." I chuckle and steal a glance at her but by the way her jaw tightens I see she isn't amused. "Well twelve pages may warrant an hour or two at most of reading but it's been three hours and," I trail off looking at the little clock above the radio. "twenty-two minutes,"

"Precise today I see,"

"Well when it comes to you I tend to pay attention to ALL the details," I smile looking back over to her and I could swear she rolls her eyes. That's a new one.

"I bet,"

"You don't think I do?"

"I said I bet,"

"Yeah but you said it like, ha yeah right."

"No I said I bet, there was no meaning behind it."

"Okay, if you say so."

"I do."

"Okay."

Whoever said a six hour drive stuck in a car with the woman you love was a good idea should be kicked in their respective privet parts. Sighing to myself I lean back into the seat letting my eyes look out into the vast nothingness. Tree after tree, hill top after hill top, not a single car in sight. Remind me why I keep accepting Hale's little job offers? Oh yeah the fussy pants beside me. Sighing quietly to myself I given into the fact that she is going to ignore me for the entire trip, I reach out hitting one and then two and then three buttons on this radio in which I wholeheartedly believe was made for NASA considering how many damn lights and buttons it has.

*I know we got an understanding you ain't my girl I ain't your man but I think maybe you been feeling this thing changing. Feelings I got for you-*

CLICK.

*Without you by my side, this is love that I'm feeling and I hope you're feeling the same thing-*

CLICK.

*I use to cry myself to sleep at night but that was all before-*

DOUBLE-CLICK.

*Tell me what kind of man would treat his woman so cold-*

CLICK-OFF.

I can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness that is the situation I've found myself in. I turn back to her and she is stealing a look at me finally though I'm sure it's because I'm laughing aloud now.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah just the radio—" she raises her brow and suddenly I feel completely stupid. "Just haven't you ever noticed that when your having like a bad day and you turn the radio on all it does is have songs that relate?"

"You're having a bad day?" she closes the folder and gives me her full attention in the form of a scowl which I refuse to look directly at.

"No—no it's just—didn't you hear the songs?"

"Yes Bo I heard the radio, I am sitting right next to you."

"Right. Well," shrugging I wait for her to draw the connection after another minute of solid scowling I see that she is far more pissed at me than I had first thought. "Come on you don't see the-"

"The what?"

"Come on," I snort in a chuckle feeling more and more uncomfortable by the moment. "They were like love songs and-"

"And?"

"Are you going to let me finish a sentence?" I ask raising an eyebrow and finally turning to face her, my own irritation beginning to come into play.

"You just seem to be having some trouble with it so I figured I'd assist you, my apologies if I over stepped."

"You sure everything is okay?"

"I told you-"

"You were, yeah I got that." snorting in frustration I focus my full attention back on the road ignoring the fact she was giving a look that could kill.

"So we'll just sit in silence for the rest of the way then?"

"Do you want to listen to love songs?"

"Not particularity." she snorts almost disgusted at the thought and I can't help the smirk that comes over my face. It's not the 'I think you're so sexy smirk' or the 'that's adorable smirk' it was the 'I can't believe you're acting like this smirk'. "I'd hate to put you in a worse mood than you already are."

She ALWAYS has to have the last word.

"Why would love songs put me in a bad mood?" God, why did I have to ask.

"I just assume they would remind you of Dyson and then by natural thought process you would remember about the distance between you two and thus it would bring about unpleasant feelings which would then effect your mood—for the worse,"

"There it is," I mumble to myself through a clenched jaw having to turn my face away from her checking my side mirror to keep her from seeing the rush of anger I'm sure was visible.

"What was that?"

"Nothing,"

"You sure?"

"Oh yeah." chuckling to myself to keep from saying anything else I lean back into the chair and grip the steering wheel tighter then need be.

I swear for someone so mature and adult she can act like a child about certain things. She was actually fully prepared to sit there and re-read this file over and over and over again just to spite me. And people think I'm the immature one. Like honestly who is willing to sit through a six hour drive in silence reading the same damn thing over again just to spite someone? WHO?

HER, that's who.

This was completely ridiculous and mean. Fine I get it you're mad but I have to sit in this car too and apparently the damn radio is on saboteur mode. In honesty I didn't mind love songs, in fact not that I would ever admit it to anyone but I liked them. And I would be perfectly fine sitting here listening to them the entire drive but not in the mood she was in. And possibly not with her since I tend to relate them to her in one way or another and I get all awkward and blush.

Okay I can admit I may have messed up a little but it wasn't intentional and she didn't need to act like this. Sure I had ended up falling into a habit that I said I wasn't going to but it was completely unintentional. Besides it wasn't that big of a deal—so what I decided to stay a little late having a drink with Dyson and accidentally didn't make an agreement to hang out—it wasn't like a date.

It wasn't.

It was just supposed to be me coming over for late night take out at her apartment. Besides who wants to have dinner at ten-thirty at night? Right? And on a Friday night—who does that? She was perfectly welcomed to come to the Dal and drink with me and then-hm.

I stop my rant and look over at her just staring for a moment. Thank God there was no cars otherwise I'm sure by now we would have been in a pile up six times over by now. Sighing to myself my angry smirk fades.

I can be a complete idiot sometimes.

What did I tell her I wanted to do that AMAZING night last week? Have take out dinner, talk, cuddle and 'christen' her bed. Yup I'm an idiot. No wonder she is so pissed at me. I swear we really need to work on this communication deal we have going on because I asked her flat out if it was a date and she laughed it off so I didn't think it would be a biggie. Then again I don't know why I didn't piece it together earlier considering it was MY idea in the first place.

"Lauren," I say softly and she doesn't say anything rather just continues to stare down at the folder. "I really sorry-" she reaches over hitting the button, and of course she gets it right the first time.

*How many times have I kicked you outta here or said something insulting I can be so mean when I wanna be I am capable of really anything*

CLICK-OFF.

"Seriously," she whispers softly to herself in sigh, her hand running through her hair as she shakes her head and turns to look out her window.

"Told you," I say with a smile but she doesn't make a sound, doesn't even move. "Lauren about the other night I wasn't trying to blow you off,"

"Bo lets not do this, we have a long drive still ahead and then this case."

"Just let me apologize," it starts off harsh but I catch myself. Honestly I'm not really mad at her so much as myself and this car which is surprisingly uncomfortable. "I wasn't trying to blow you off just when I had gotten your texts I was already kinda drunk—well actually I was drunk by that point,"

"Drunk?"

"Yeah I had been at the Dal for two hours by that point and we were playing pool which the loser would have to drink as many shots as the balls left on the table and I lost three games so I was a little out there as you can imagine."

"Did Hale play?"

"No, no it was just Kenzi and Dyson and—that wasn't why you were mad was it?"

SHIT. Foot insert into mouth once again.

"I wasn't aware that was why you decided to opt out of my invite since your text said you weren't feeling well,"

"Lauren," I reach over to touch her arm, a way to make her look at me but she moves her arm away. Its a subtle movement but the message is loud and clear.

I try to speak several times after that but never manage to find the words. I never seem to find the words to say.