AN: For those of you who do not live in LA, there is a Metro system that many people use to get to work and leave it as well. It goes right by the LAPD station as well. I did my research on this to make it as real as possible. People mainly call it the train because it is a subway system and it is easier to call it the train. ALSO, I apologize for making this such a short chapter. I wanted it to be longer but I didn't and I'm sorry. The next chapter will be longer I promise! 3 Don't forget to leave a review!
Breathe, Sharon. Breathe! You have to remember to breathe...
"*GASP*" She awakened with a jolt. She sat up on her bed and hugged her knees. For a second she forgot who she was and where she was. "Shit. What the hell just happened?"
The shower turned on. Rusty was awake. She still didn't have her car and Rusty was grounded for missing curfew.
She needed to get ready if she wanted to catch the right train. Hopefully Rusty's patrol car would come soon enough.
He heard the clacking of Sharon's heels at the train station. No one but her could be so stubborn as to wear heels on the train. Plus he saw her, at least.
"Hello there Captain! How are you this fine morning?"
"Lieutenant, aren't you supposed to be catching an earlier train?"
He paused before answering because he knew she knew the answer to that question. He was. But he wanted to see her outside of work. "Captain, can I speak with you off the record and very frankly?"
"I don't see why not. Andy." He loved the way his name flowed from her lips. Almost as if it was not supposed to be spoken by anyone other than Sharon. "We're not at the station. I was half expecting you to call me Sharon." "Well...um...I don't know how to phrase this but..." The train's horn bellowed through the underground tunnel. When it stopped they got on into the car and looked for 2 seats right next to each other.
"I'm sorry, Andy, but I don't think I caught that?"
"What I said was-"
"Please stand clear the doors are closing," the intercom interrupted him.
"Goddamn. I'm just gonna say it. I like you Sharon. Like, I really like you. No, not even like. I love you, Sharon Raydor."
"I love you, Sharon Raydor."
She panicked. She had heard those words before from her husband, soon to be ex, and from Andy. And she realized where she had heard Andy say that. In her dream this morning. In her recent fantasies. Places where she never thought she would hear Andy say that. She was dumbfounded. She just looked ahead and didn't respond. She couldn't respond.
"Sharon?" Andy asked, looking for some reassurance that she felt the same way. She didn't know. She just stayed staring at a couple in front of them. Then she realized they weren't a couple. They were just sitting next to each other. Were Andy and her like that?