Lauren made her way to the locker rooms to change. Jules, Tara, and Connor were already there. She put down her clean scrubs and started to change.

"Lauren, I've always wanted to ask why you come to work in scrubs, just to change into new scrubs when you get here," Connor asked, changing his own clothes.

Lauren looked down at herself. "I don't like bringing my own clothes into the hospital." She paused, glancing back and forth between all three. "Is that weird?"

At the same time, they all three laughed at her. "Not for you," Tara said, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

"Whose service are you on today, Lauren?" Connor asked.

Lauren sighed, checking her tablet, "Evony."

"Good luck with that." He responded.

"She hates me." Lauren lamented, finishing up getting into her fresh scrubs.

"I think she just wants to sleep with you." Jules offered.

Lauren glared at her. "Gross. No she doesn't."

Jules giggled, "Poor clueless Dr. Lewis."

"Well, Lauren has that hot cop girlfriend, so Evony better watch out," Connor said. He pulled out his third Red Bull of the day and drank it quickly.

Lauren rubbed her eyes. "Can we talk about something else?"

"No way."

Lauren stared at them. "Is this what you guys do all day. Talk about my personal life?"

Tara stood next to Lauren and wrapped her arm around her shoulders. "Beats talking about our lives. We sat at home eating Hot Pockets watching reruns of Twin Peaks, last night."

"Yeah, and you were, probably, at home having sex with your super hot girlfriend. It's much more interesting." Connor smirked at Lauren.

Lauren gathered up all her things and walked to the door. "Okay. I'll see you guys around. I have to go find Dr. Marquise."

"Good luck," They said, in unison.

XXXX

Bo was leaning on Dyson's desk with her arms crossed. "You're late."

He put his cup down, "Sorry, my apartment was, finally, free, so I had some guests over."

Bo ignored his comment, "We have a new case, and Ryan needs to see us."

After she finished her statement, Ryan peeked his head out of his office, "Dennis, Dyson." He signaled them forward.

"God, I hate him." Bo closed her eyes, putting her hands in her pockets.

"Then, why did you sleep with him?"

She glared at him, "Because I was drunk and sad and stupid." She pulled the office door opened and whispered into Dyson's ear as he passed, "Plus, we were on a break."

He shook his head at her.

XXXX

Tamsin kicked her truck tire. Wow, she had the worst luck. A flat tire, on her first day, why did this have to happen to her.

She checked the GPS on her phone. The station was close, she could walk, but she'd be late.

She screamed at herself for not taking Bo up on her offer for a ride.

She grabbed her stuff from the truck, locked it and headed toward the police station.

She thought about calling, and letting someone know, but she had no idea who to call and she didn't want to draw attention to her lateness.

So, she just walked quick and hoped she wasn't too late.

XXXX

Dyson sat in front of Ryan while Bo stood back leaning against the wall.

Ryan tossed the case file at them. "This one's pretty grisly. Three dead girls."

Dyson reached for the file and began reading.

"I'm putting the new girl with you two. Hale's still on leave, and someone needs to show her the ropes."

"Woman you mean." Bo took a long look at him. "It's condescending to call women, girls."

"Thank you, very much for the women's studies lecture."

Bo rolled her eyes.

Ryan played with his chin, "Is there a problem, Dennis?" He gave her a pointed gaze.

Bo stared at him, "I don't like sexist assholes."

Dyson looked at her over his shoulder and she shrugged.

"Watch it. You think you're a hot shot around here, but I'm still your superior." Ryan expression and tone were harsh and direct.

Bo yawned, excessively, at him. "My closed cases, speak for themselves."

Dyson decided to end this before it went too far. He changed the subject and asked about the case details.

XXXX

Tamsin looked around the office, unsure of where she was supposed to be. She walked around to the desks. Hoping one would have her name on it. No such luck. She sighed at herself. She didn't want to look like a tourist on her first day. This was the worst, first day, ever.

She just picked a desk and had a seat. She sat her coffee cup down. And she looked around, just taking in her surroundings.

Bo and Dyson walked out of Ryan's office and headed right for her. She looked around to make sure, she was their target- she was.

"That's my coffee cup." Bo pointed at the cup, looking indignant.

"Lauren said it was fine if I took one." Tamsin picked up the cup and took a drink, smiling at Bo.

Bo turned to Dyson, "That's my favorite coffee cup!" She motioned to it, again. "It has a needle and a police badge on it. Lauren gave it to me for my birthday." She pouted.

Dyson patted her back. "It's just a cup."

Bo frowned and pulled out her phone, sending Lauren a text. "Why is Tamsin using my coffee cup?"

Tamsin tried not to laugh. "Sorry. Lewis has the best coffee. I couldn't pass up another cup."

"It's my coffee," Bo mumbled under her breath. Sending Lauren another text.

"Ok, then." Dyson handed Tamsin the case file. "You're with us today."

"And who are you?" Tamsin asked, realizing that with all Bo's complaining they hadn't been introduced.

"I'm Dyson." He gave her a firm handshake and a smile.

She nodded. "Tamsin."

"Perfect. Now we're all best friends. Let's get started." Bo walked, hastily, for the door.

Dyson shrugged, and they trailed after Bo, leaving the station.

XXXX

Lauren was waiting for Evony, and she read her texts, rolling her eyes. She responded: "I have no idea what you're talking about. What coffee cup?"

She sighed deeply. Bo really did seem determined to drive her crazy lately. Why was she texting her at work about coffee cups?

"Dr. Lewis are you sleeping?" Evony spat out, walking swiftly up behind her. Staring her up and down.

Lauren quickly put her phone away. She hoped she wasn't caught reading her texts. She didn't want to look unprofessional. "No, I'm ready to get started." She smiled, then when Evony glared at her, she replaced her smile with a serious expression.

"Hope so, we have a busy day today." She handed Lauren her tablet. "Let's go see our first patient." She flipped around and swaggered off, energetically.

Lauren balanced all her things in her hands and followed Evony, almost running to keep up with her brisk pace.

XXXX

Dyson, Tamsin, and Bo hovered the body of a dead girl. Police tape boxed them into the small space in the alley. Lots of people were lingering around them, other cops, bystanders, and lab techs. The scene was chaotic but controlled.

"What do you see…" Bo paused, and wrinkled her face. "What's your last name Tamsin?"

"Just Tamsin." She answered leaning closer to the body, to get a better look.

"Ok. Just Tamsin. What do you see?" Bo put her fingers into her belt, standing tall over her.

Tamsin studied the scene, taking in everything. She wanted to get this right. It was her first case. She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. "Seems personal." She continued looking. "Like the victim, probably, knew the perpetrator."

Bo turned to Dyson, "Do you agree?"

He nodded, "That was my first thought. Body's covered, that suggest a familiarity with the vic."

"I agree," Bo whispered something to the beat cop next to them. "Let's let the CSI people finish up and head back to the station."

They talked to a few witnesses, no one had seen anything, and then Dyson drove them back.

"Can I come over, tonight?" Bo was texting Lauren.

Dyson shook his head, watching Bo continue to text Lauren. "Why not give her some space?"

"She's had a month of space. It's time to move forward."

Tamsin sat in the back seat, trying not to eavesdrop. She looked at the window, not wanting to listen in on her roommate's personal business. But it was hard. They were just casually talking about it in front of her.

"Lauren and I are having beers tonight." Dyson parked the car. "I don't think she'll be available."

Bo frowned, "Why can't I come?"

"That's up to Lauren, I guess." He got out of the car and Tamsin followed.

Bo stayed in the car, sending out a few more texts.

XXXX

Lauren was standing in line to get food. She already had eaten the fruit from her lunch bag, but she was still hungry. The day was so long, she couldn't only eat once. She needed to be quick or Evony would flip, she had slipped away to get food without her knowing. She needed the fuel. Her stomach was aching. She didn't want to be focused on her stomach when she needed to concentrate on her patients and learning.

Her phone kept going off, but she was actively ignoring it, at the moment. She didn't want to argue about coffee cups or whatever.

"Evony is letting you eat. She's getting soft in her old age." Tara had just walked up to Lauren, getting her own food.

"Haha." Lauren looked around the cafeteria. "She doesn't know."

"You rebel." They walked away with their food. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Meeting a friend." Lauren was walking from the cafeteria, quickly eating her lunch.

"Dyson?"

Lauren nodded her mouth was full of food.

"I used to have the biggest crush on him, remember?"

Lauren, quickly, swallowed her food, "I told you I'd set you up." She stuffed the rest of her food in her pocket for later.

Tara shook her head. "He's too much of a player for me."

Lauren laughed. "That's true, I don't think he's ever had a girlfriend."

XXXX

"I'm so tired." Lauren rested her head on the table.

Dyson rubbed her head. "Sorry, dear."

"Evony's a nightmare! She's not human. She doesn't eat, ever." She lightly banged her head on the table. "I was starving all day."

"But did you learn a lot?"

Lauren lifted her head, "Yes. She's a great teacher."

Tamsin entered the bar and joined them. She was tired of being in the apartment, alone. "Hey, guys."

"Did you put that coffee cup back? Safely?" Lauren asked, refilling her glass. If she had to hear about coffee cups, one more time, she might scream.

"Sure did, Lewis." She winked at her, "You can count on me."

They sat talking, getting to know each other over a few more beers.

Tamsin stared at them and asked, "Have you two ever been a couple? You seem close." She wanted to ask, for a while, but didn't know how to ask, so she just decided to be direct.

Lauren, almost, choked on her beer, and Dyson said, "Ew," playfully.

"We're like brother and sister. We've been friends since we were tiny humans." Lauren said, wiping the beer off her chin.

"Plus, I don't think Lauren is interested in anything I have to offer."

"Definitely not." Lauren answered while shaking her head in a quick motion.

Tamsin wrinkled her nose just watching their interaction.

"Sexless marriages can work, you know, I've read studies." Dyson, jokingly, eyed Lauren.

"I'd rather die." Lauren said, carelessly, looking around the bar.

Tamsin smiled and laughed. "I think we can all agree on that." Tamsin, finally, said lifting up her glass and they all tapped their glasses together.

XXXXX

"Lauren it's your turn to get us a refill." Dyson slid the pitcher over to her.

She sighed, "Fine." She huffed, jokingly dramatic, and made her way to the bar.

She was waiting for the bartender at the bar when Bo wrapped her arms around her waist.

She jumped then realized who it was. "What are doing here?"

"Currently?" She traced her fingers over Lauren's stomach. "I'm holding my girlfriend. I missed you." Bo kissed her neck. "Let me walk you home." She whispered into Lauren's ear, and Lauren leaned back into Bo's body. Bo pulled her closer, as close as she could.

"I need to get up early, I have surgery, tomorrow." Now, her head was resting on Bo's shoulder and she was looking up into Bo's eyes.

"Yeah, I won't stop you from sleeping," Bo planted more kisses up and down her neck.

"Uh, huh." Lauren closed her eyes, appreciating the feeling of Bo's lips on her neck. "You're always a distraction."

"I used to help you study in college," Bo stopped her kisses and smirked.

"That's not how I remember it."

"Are they always like that?" Tamsin asked, gesturing over to Bo and Lauren's display at the bar.

"That's the Bo and Lauren bubble, or that's what we called it in college."

"Seems fitting." Tamsin danced her fingers on the table. It was both easy and hard to talk to Dyson, for some reason. Usually, Tamsin never care about what people thought about her, but, for whatever reason, around this group she wanted them to like her. It was an odd feeling.

"Might be a wait for our beers, buckle up." He grinned and raised his eyebrows at her.

"Shit, I'm thirsty."

"Let's get out of here." Bo's fingers, now, slid up Lauren's shirt, just at the edge, barely brushing the skin.

Lauren turned her head and capturing Bo's lips into a firm kiss.

The bartender, finally, walked up and awkwardly stood in front of them waiting, while they kissed. They were unaware of his presence, as their kiss intensified and became more passionate.

"Oh, the bartender got bubbled." Dyson slapped the table. "Happens to the best of us."

"I'm really thirsty." Tamsin sulked and Dyson chuckled at her.

"It really can't be helped, I'm afraid."

XXXX

Bo leaned on her hand, watching Lauren change. "Bo, seriously, I have to sleep." Lauren frowned and crawled under the covers.

"I understand." Bo scooted closer into Lauren, spooning her from behind. "I feel like I never see you." Bo admitted, they really never saw each other, recently. At least it felt that way to Bo. "I miss you."

"You knew this was coming, that I would be busy during my residency. We talked about it endlessly before." Lauren was getting, slightly, annoyed. They argued about this all the time. It couldn't be helped. She had to put in a lot of hours. She was becoming a surgeon, after all. It wasn't an easy thing.

"Doesn't make it easier." Bo kissed her shoulder, lightly. "That's why we should live together. So, we can see each other more."

"You want to do this now?" Lauren's tone was angry. This again, she thought. "I have to sleep. I don't want to fight."

Bo frowned. "I didn't do anything, wrong. We were on a break. We're still together. Why can't we live together?"

Lauren got up, abruptly. "I'm sleeping on the couch."

"Lauren?" Bo pleaded. "Don't. I'm sorry. We don't have to talk about this now."

Lauren pulled a blanket off the bed. "This is why we need space, why you shouldn't come over every night."

She reached the door handle. "I can't believe you still don't understand why I'm upset."

She left the room and slammed the door. Bo fell back on the bed and studied the ceiling, feeling like an idiot for bringing that up.

XXXX

Tamsin stumbled into the apartment. She was a little drunk. She knew she should have cut herself off, but man that Dyson could drink and she wanted to keep up. She didn't want to look weak in front of her new colleague.

The apartment was dark and inched to the couch, to remove her shoes. Lewis wouldn't like her dirty shoes all over the apartment.

She stopped when she noticed Lauren lying on the couch, reading her phone.

"Lauren?" Tamsin whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Reading." She sat up. "I'm just trying to calm my mind before going to sleep."

Tamsin nodded and looked at Lauren's closed door. "Is Bo here?" She was still keeping her voice low.

"Yes."

"And you're out here?" Tamsin was just really confused about their relationship, especially, watching them at the bar, they looked happy.

Lauren nodded but said nothing.

"The bubble then the burst."

"Huh?" Lauren asked, not knowing what Tamsin was talking about.

"Nothing, Lewis. Get some sleep."

XXXX

Bo came out of the bedroom after Tamsin left. She kneeled in front of Lauren. "Lauren?" She whispered.

Lauren blinked, a few times, trying to wake up.

"I'm going to go. You can sleep in your bed." Bo gently rubbed her arm.

Lauren sat up, still groggy, from sleep. "No, don't go." Lauren took Bo's hand and led her back to the bedroom.

They crawled into the bed, and Lauren rested her head on Bo's chest, falling back to sleep, instantly.