As the rain is pouring outside my story goes by.
If not under the flood tomorrow, shall update soon ;)
Hope you enjoy reading my little daydreams.
After switching off the alarm on his phone detective Ryan needed a few minutes to clear his thoughts. His head was still in pain and after a long night of violent nightmares he felt exhausted. The hot shower helped him process once again the events from last night. At the light of the day he was not sure how he ended up with the idea of Emily staying at his apartment. But that was the right thing to do. She hasn't hesitated when he was in a desperate need for help. She was the reason he was still alive. And it was just yesterday morning when he woke up from a terrible hangover and taught that he had reached the bottom. No, apparently things could get more complicated. He would ask Castle for help. Castle would know what to do. If Jenny was Castle's wife she would have stayed. Castle was every woman's dream. And he, Kevin Ryan, was such a cliché. A divorced police detective in his thirties. No family, dead bodies and dirty police business every day. Yeah, he would definitely die alone.
In the kitchen the coffee was ready, there were also milk and bagels on the kitchen counter. Emily was really caught up in some article in the "Times".
"Good morning" Ryan poured himself a cup of coffee "You shouldn't have…"
"Please, it's the least I could do. It's the first time in weeks that I actually slept without any fear."
"How did you end up there, if you are ready you can tell me" Ryan sat opposite her on the kitchen table savoring a still hot bagel and a cup of really good coffee.
"It's simple, my mother died six months ago from cancer. I sold everything we had first with the hope to save her and then I just wanted to make her last days as good as they could be."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you. I couldn't afford the mortgage of the house anymore so I moved in a small apartment near my workplace. It was not a problem until 2 months ago when our department was closed and everyone got fired. Since I didn't have much savings at that moment and my job applications got rejected more than once and week ago all that I could afford was the artistic apartment that you saw yesterday"
"Didn't you have any family or friends to go to?"
"It was just me and my mother. And the times are difficult for pretty much everyone, so I didn't want to cause any trouble…..What?" She saw that detective Ryan was staring at her.
"So first you decide that's a good idea to live among criminals and junkies and then you intervene in a shooting scene? Don't you have any sense of self-preservation?"
"Life is what it is. My father died when I was 5 from heart attack. He was only 32. And my mother died at 47 from cancer. I guess that I believe people can't escape from their destiny, so why run at all. And if you can help someone along your way, just do it."
Emily seemed completely peaceful with her life. Like a philosopher thinking on the meaning of life. Of someone else's life.
"Detective, if you have changed your mind, it's not a problem. I can take care of myself. I should have searched for a waitress job or something temporary long time ago."
"Yep, go back there so that you could be my next case tomorrow, huh. And moreover I owe you my life."
"I will be very grateful to stay here until I'm back on my feet again as long as you don't bring every day the saving-your-life part. And maybe I can help you with the housework. I mean if you want me to. If you prefer this new-chic-bohemian-hobo style in interior design…"
Ryan finally smiled "It's a deal. And you better prepare your CV. We will ask here and there for some job."
"You are not afraid that I will still something and run away?"
"If you find something worth stealing here, please call me." He made a mental note that listening someone with bigger issues than him and looking with sarcasm at his own situation did made him feel better this morning. The nice coffee and the beagles helped too.
"Do you have some useful remarks concerning the housekeeping?"
"Yeah, I am not good at it. I was, but lately I had so much work and…"
"No, I mean if you want me to stay away from a room or a closet, if you have some things that you don't want to be touched or moved."
Ryan looked around at the debris of his marriage and took a deep breath. It was time to put his life in order. Or let someone else create new order. There were people out there that had survived much worse. He met them every day. "Do whatever you want here. Or don't. You are not my cleaning lady although some cleaning would be nice."
"We have an agreement, and detective may I ask you something? It's not my business but…"
Ryan's was waiting for this all morning. The questions about his disastrous personal life. "Please, you can call me Kevin."
"Kevin…do you have a lot of allergies?"
That was an unexpected question "Yes."
"I'm sorry but I think that all the dust here is killing you slowly. Your eyes are red and puffy, you don't breathe rhythmically. You better take something or go to a doctor."
That is how pathetic he was. He had to wait someone else to remind him to take something anti allergenic to remove the severe headache and the other symptoms. He became helpless in his grief over his failed marriage. No wonder that Jenny left him. "Yes, of course, it's a good idea."
After the lifesaving pills he finally headed for the precinct thinking about the mockeries of his colleagues of him ending up with Emily in his apartment. At least she seemed pretty determined to clean it, so it was worth it.