Day 20: "This better be good."
The phone vibrated, the screen flooding the dark room with light and pulling its occupants out of Morphee's arms. "This better be good." She heard Andy say to Provenza and it sent her years back.
In a flash, she remembered a similar situation. Being sound asleep, phone vibrating, having to get up in the middle of the night.. just to be greeted by the obnoxious Lieutenant Flynn. She couldn't remember what he called her for exactly but she recalled clearly telling him something akin to "this better be good" just based on his stupid macho response that cost him two weeks of sensitivity training. Yes, telling her at 2am that he was willing to give it to her good didn't go very well.
She chucked at the memory. The days where he pissed her off seemed so far away, like in another life. She could barely recall her dislike for him but knew it was there, at some point a bit like if she was a different person. It was such a strange feeling. She had known this man for… 20-30 years? He had been in the same academy class as her, had been on patrol with her, had moved to vice at the same time as her. They had kids the exact same age. He and her ex-husband had the same problem…
She refused to think about that part and chose instead to think about all those times he had woken her at night. She remembered that night he got stabbed , the fear she experienced. She remembered that night where they had to go to that actor who fell at the bottom of a canyon under a thunderstorm. She remembered, amused, the chief with her pink coat and rain boots. Most of all, she remembered Andy, her Andy, his facetious eyes as he asked her to come hike with them under the rain, his proud gaze as she didn't back down and his wide pupils as he caught her up as she sled on the mud, his hands finding her breasts. Some things never changed…
It was a little bit overwhelming to think that now he had his place in her bed. Now he was waking her up because HIS phone was buzzing on HER nightstand. Now he could tell her without reserve how good he wanted to make love to her, even say it more crudely and would only blush in response. Now he reached under the blankets, his hand brushing against her breast before encircling her waist to hug her last time before getting up. Years flew by and she was so very grateful for him, even when he woke her up in the middle of the night.