I wrote a thing. I don't know what I was on to make me think of this (probably lack of sleep), but here's another song-inspired fic. I actually have maybe 3 other song fics on the go (one of which I've been writing for almost a month now) but my brain decided to write this one in a couple hours. What is wrong with me..

Song: Two Black Cadillacs by Carrie Underwood

The sound of Pachelbel's "Canon in D" filled the room as the device spewing the music vibrated in tune. Holly set down the forensic article she was reading and grabbed the phone sitting on the bedside table. She glanced at the name displayed on the phone, which read 'unknown' followed by the ten-digit number. Looking over at the clock, she shook her head. It was too late for solicitors to call.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Who is this?" The female voice on the other end was blunt and not at all courteous.

Holly raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the caller, "Excuse me, but may I ask who is calling?"

"I asked first."

"You called me."

The caller responded immediately, disregarding the banter, "Why do you keep calling my husband?"

Holly fell silent. What was this woman talking about? Husband? Certainly she wasn't talking about Nick. No, Nick was her boyfriend, there was no way he was married. This person must have the wrong number.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I think you have the wrong number. I'm going to hang up now." Before the caller could respond, Holly pressed the end button on her cell phone. Not more than thirty seconds later, the familiar ring tone went off again. She looked down at the called ID listed. It was the same number that just called.

"What do you want? I told you, you have the wrong number." Holly almost shouted into the microphone.

"Why are you listed as just 'H' in my husband's phone?"

Okay, Holly thought, small coincidence that this person's husband listed someone as 'H' and her named began with the same letter. It surely wasn't enough evidence to think this caller was married to her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could help you but I really do think you have the wrong person. Please stop calling me."

Before she could hang up on the mystery caller, the voice continued to question, "Why does Nick call you every night?"

Holly's face turned pale as her mind thought up countless scenarios to determine what was happening. There had to be a good explanation for this. It must be a different Nick. Nick was a common name these days. Yes, that must be it. There was no way this woman's Nick was the same as her Nick.

"Are you there? Don't you dare hang up on me again! I want to know why you and Nicholas Collins call each other every day."

Shit.

"You're his mistress aren't you?" The woman seemed less irate and more at ease with the subject.

Holly, on the other hand, scoffed at the statement, "I am no one's mistress. Nick is my boyfriend."

"So is ruining marriages your day job or is that just what you do at night?"

"Hang on now, I didn't know Nick was married. When I started dating him he told me he was single and just gotten out of a rough relationship. Are you sure you're not delusional?"

The caller laughed, "Me? Delusional? I doubt the city of Toronto would allow me to be a police officer if I was delusional."

Double shit. The wife was a cop and could probably find out anything she wanted about Holly.

"How long have you been seeing my husband?"

Holly sighed in defeat, "About three months. But listen, I swear I didn't know he was married! If I knew, there's no way I would have started anything with him. I'm not that kind of person!"

The woman laughed again, "This is ridiculous. Why should I be mad at you? He's been playing us both for months. I should have known."

Holly wasn't sure what to say at this point. She herself was furious that her boyfriend was married, yet felt overwhelmingly heartbroken for this woman who was his wife.

"What's your name?"

"Why? Are you going to do a background check on me?"

"No, I just want to know the name of the person my husband decided to lie to as well."

"Holly. My name is Holly."

"Well Holly," the woman spoke, "I need a drink. I'm thinking you could probably use one as well. I'll be at The Black Penny in an hour if you'd like to join me."

Holly glanced at her clock again. Nine thirty-four. She contemplated the pros and cons of meeting this woman in person, but finally relented. "I'll be there."

"Good. I'll be the blonde at the bar with a shot of tequila waiting for you." With that, the line went dead. Holly sighed loudly. This was going to be a long night.

Holly arrived at the bar promptly at ten thirty. Walking in, she scanned the bar for the mysterious blonde with tequila shots. After a few moments, her eyes landed on the woman she was looking for. Gorgeous blue eyes and crimson lipstick that popped accompanied the aforementioned blonde hair.

"So how exactly does one introduce themselves to their boyfriend's wife?" Holly said casually as she walked up beside the woman.

Without looking away from her fixation on the alcohol bottles ahead, the woman placed the waiting shot of alcohol in front of Holly. "You take a shot of tequila with her and order a drink of our choice."

The bartender came around to Holly just as she took the tequila in her hand, "I'll have a rye and ginger please." The bartender nodded and within seconds placed the drink on the bar for her. She gestured to the woman beside her, "And get her whatever she'd like."

The blonde turned to finally face Holly once the bartender set her rum and coke down beside her shot. "Damn."

Holly played with the filled shot glass as she spoke, "Yeah, this is crazy."

The woman shook her head, "No, you're beautiful. I can see why Nick fell for you."

"Oh," Holly blushed at the compliment, "Well I mean he's a fool to even think about being with someone other than you. I don't know anything about you, but in the looks department alone you're already at a ten out of ten."

The woman put up her hand to stop Holly from talking, "Hmm, shot first, talk after."

The two women downed their tequila, with Holly taking a sip of her drink to chase the burning liquid. "So does this mysterious wife have a name?"

"Gail. Come on, let's go to that corner table in the back." The woman stood up to move, with Holly close on her trail.

"Is this where you plan to murder me?" Holly joked, hoping to keep tensions as light as possible.

"If I wanted to kill you I would have done it already." Gail sat down and drank a heft portion of her beverage, "Plus, you're not the one I want to dispose of right now."

Holly took a seat across from the blonde, following her lead and taking another sip of her drink, "Yeah. I know how you fell." Holly met the Gail's gaze and swiftly added, "But I mean, you're his wife and you've been with him longer so you have more of a right to want to kill him than I do."

"What are you saying all these words?"

Two hours and three drinks later, the two women were bonding over theoretical ways to murder their mutual significant other.

"No, Gail, see you can't just throw a body into a ravine and hope it decomposes there after breaking his jaw. If anything, the bones would still show the signs of struggle and trauma. Plus, they'd probably be a bit smelly."

Gail huffed, "Well you can be in charge of disposing the body then. I could take care of the crime scene, you know, make sure all the evidence is cleaned up and no one is the wiser." The two women shared a laugh as they finished their final drink.

"Honestly though, I don't think I'd ever be able to kill someone. It's too much work."

Gail nodded in agreement, "Yeah I'm definitely not about that lifestyle."

"What? Committing murder or working hard?"

"Both."

They sat for a few minutes in silence. Holly readjusted her glasses while Gail spun her drink glass on the table. Both looked up at the same time to meet each other's gaze. Gail was the first the move, standing up just enough to lean across the table, her lips an inch away from Holly's. Unsure of exactly what Gail was doing, but feeling the need to follow suit, she leaned in to close the gap between them for a quick kiss. Gail then sat back down without breaking eye contact with Holly.

"So, care to explain that one to me?"

Gail shrugged as if nothing happened, "I just wanted to see how Nick felt when he kissed you."

"Oh. I see." Holly tried to comprehend the blonde's rational, "Well, hopefully you got what you were looking for."

"I'm not sure, but I really enjoyed that kiss." Gail leaned back in the booth, eyes still locked on her companion, "Maybe I'm bisexual."

Holly laughed at the comment, "Welcome to my world, Gail."

"Oh, so you're bi? That might explain the plaid flannel."

"Mmm, I consider myself a lover of people. I fall for the person, not their sex."

Gail sat up straight and a devious smile spread across her face, "Holly, I have a better way to get back at that cheating scumbag than plotting his death, which neither of us will actually follow through on."

Holly looked at Gail quizzically, unsure of where she was headed with this statement. The blonde grabbed her purse and stood up from the booth. She extended her hand to Holly, who was still confused.

"Let's get out of here."

Holly smiled as she realized where Gail's mind was headed. She took the blonde's hand and followed her lead out of the bar. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.