Another month had passed and Quinn and Ale's Tuesday/Thursday dates had become a custom.
For the next week, however, Ale was being sent to spend time with Detective Bonnano for a week, since the team had to go to Florida for a con.
Eliot had insisted that Quinn get some time off, and that the Detective had really wanted to meet Ale since she had become a part of the team. The team wasn't happy about it, and neither was Ale, and they were already unhappy about the job.
The entire team didn't want to go—Florida had nothing to do, or see…all it had was humidity and rain.
Eliot especially didn't want to go, and those reason were very, very blatantly obvious, and he couldn't lie to himself anymore—he wanted to be with Ale in a way that wasn't just 'run together every morning and go to work together' kind of way. He wanted her to not be just a job and for her to be, well, his.
He got jealous whenever Ale went with Quinn, as if she was choosing Quinn over Eliot. He knew that that was ridiculous, seeing as Ale just needed someone to watch her and Quinn was the only one available, but still. It didn't make him feel any better.
And that's why he sent Ale to stay with Detective Bonanno. He still wished that Ale was in his care, but at least this way he knew she wasn't with Quinn.
The team hand been gone for four days and were finishing their job early. They decided to wait until the next day to fly out, though, so there wasn't a huge rush after finishing the job and flying right back home.
That was the plan, anyway, until Eliot got a phone call.
"You look absolutely beautiful," Quinn smiled after Ale opened the door. The Detective had told Ale she could hang out with Quinn whenever she wanted, especially because he was one of Eliot's friends from 'work'. Ale didn't abuse her power, but she also didn't ignore it. Quinn and Ale had hung out every day, even when it was only for a little while.
Tonight, however, they were going on a date. Quinn wouldn't tell Ale what it was, but she was dressed to the nines. She had on a long, silk, purple dress, that could have been worn on any regular day…just not paired with the heels and jewelry she had placed with it. Sophie had helped her pick it out and assured her that simple was always better.
"Thank you. You look pretty good, yourself," Ale smiled, accepting Quinn's kiss. "Patrick I'm going out. I will be back before midnight," Ale called, Detective Bonanno coming in from the kitchen.
He smiled at Ale as Quinn held her in his arms.
"Have fun. And take care of her," Patrick smiled, pointing at Quinn.
"You look beautiful," Mrs. Bonanno called, Ale smiling.
"Thank you!" she called back.
Quinn and Ale got into Quinn's car, Ale turning on the radio. Smooth jazz filled the car and soon Ale was singing along, not being able to help it. She loved jazz, and she loved this song.
Quinn got goose bumps as Ale sang with the radio, her voice timeless and beautiful. Quinn took her hand as she sang, pulling up to a stop light.
He turned to face her, her looking out the window, her silhouette beautiful. As he was studying her features once more as he lifted his foot off the brake to get through the now green light, he was shocked as he saw headlights coming straight towards the side of the car, illuminating Ale's scared face before the entire world shattered around him.