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Day 7:"Do you recognise this?"
Tears in her eyes, she rummaged through his drawer, looking for his wallet as the paramedics prepared to take him with them. Underneath a pile of stylos, she found a familiar red bag.
"Do you recognise this?" Asked a deep voice behind her. She was so caught in her little world that she forgot all about where she was. She nearly gave herself whiplash, craning her neck to see Provenza right behind her.
"Is…" Her breath caught in her throat. "Is that my bean bag?"
The older man acquiesced, before adding. "Idiot… Fell in love with you that day. He couldn't shut up for one minute about how impressive it was, how an incredible shot you were,yadi yada… It took him months to calm down and we all know, years to ask you out."
She took the little red bag in her hand, playing with it an instant, forgetting the chaos surrendering them as the words Provenza just said sank in. He had loved her for years… How could she be so blind? For such a long time? "Idiot." She murmured, rising her hand to dry the free falling tears out of her cheek.
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She couldn't suppress another coughing fit and had to pull back regrettably from his arms. She put back the oxygen mask on her face, understanding that for once she really should do as told. She met Provenza's eyes, sitting on the gurney in front of hers. She wondered for an instant if she looked as bad as him. Was she too covered in dust? Did she appear as drawn and exhausted as her second in command? She looked at her hair, gray from the dust. Oh well. Something was bothering her, she moved her hand to her hip and felt a bulge in her right pocket.
"You okay?" Asked Andy, still caressing her upper arms, worried.
She pulled back Provenza' bobblehead, wondering how she ended up saving that among everything. Something red was caught with it. "Oh." She said, quietly, remembering suddenly.
She was lying on the floor, her left foot trap under something quite heavy. She couldn't see anything, it was like being in the thickest of fogs. She wondered a second if she was dead but the searing pain in her chest told her that her time was yet to come. She waited. Not her favorite thing to do but having no other choice… When the dust settled, she could see that a desk had fallen on her legs, the content of its drawer scattered around her. She saw it immediately. The red bean bag. Andy's desk, she was trapped under Andy's desk. She chuckled, amused by the irony. Oh how she loved to be trapped underneath him. Underneath his desk, not so much. She tried to move it and saw that it was broken, just a panel was weighing on her. Using both hands, she moved it out of her way and tried to get up. She wasn't quite able to do so but she could crawl away. Before leaving, she grabbed the little red bag. "Grab my head!" Called a voice from beyond the grave. She looked around. Her second in command was sitting against her office wall. She followed with her eyes what he was pointing to. His bobblehead…
She lifted her head up, smiling to her fiancé: "Do you recognise that?" She asked, tears filling one more her eyes, and his.
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He sat next to her, taking her limp hand in his. The doctor said she might not wake up for another 24-48h, that her body and mostly her brain needed the rest. He also said she might not wake up at all, not knowing how much damage her brain sustained during her cardiac arrest. She was so very cold. He knew it was because they had to cool her down, to protect her organs after reviving her but it felt so… so surreal. How could she have been so warm and alive this morning and so …
He needed to change his mind, to think about something else before going crazy. He pulled his hand in his pocket, looking for distraction and reassurance. Since the bomb exploded at the police station, he kept it there. Everyday, as he changed blazer, he would move it from one vest to the next one. Always, now, he put the little bean bag in his breast pocket. He had nearly lost her a few months ago in this terrible explosion and now that…
He played with the red little thing for an instant. "Do you remember it?" He asked aloud, knowing very well she wouldn't answer but needing to talk to her anyway. "You know, I've always liked you. Well, especially your legs. And your boobs too. But that day… Oh Sharon, Babe, you were so… so fucking incredibly badass. So … I think I fell a little bit in love with you that day. At least, I started to see you under a new light. Oh Sharon…" Tears started running down his cheeks, the grief so intense. How could he lose her when he just found her? How was it fair? He let his pain and sorrow out, knowing they needed an out, big sobs shaking his body.
Something felt weird suddenly. It was like a tightness in hand. He looked down and saw her delicate fingers move, touching the bag, searching for something. The moment their hand made contact again, she squeezed, hard. Maybe that little bag was their lucky charm, after all.
