A very big thank you to TheShadowsEdge for her tremendous help sorting it all out + beta-ing once more.
Thank you to you all for your kind comments. I had tons of fun reading you, especially concerning the Davis part ahaha
If you know what you'd like to read, who I have done a part yet, let me know ;) In the works, I have McGinnis, Ricky and Emily.
Hickman
He was sitting on his boat, watching the people coming and going in the small port. To please his wife, and get some peace, he had agreed to dock for the weekend in Laguna Beach. It was a nice place. Sherry loved it so it meant sex and less yelling. That was good enough for him. So while he waited for his wife to wake up, he spent his time observing the bystanders.
He recognized him right away. His silver hair was quite the give away but so was his lean and talk build. Maybe he recognized the way he walked and moved too. After all, they had worked together for years. But her… it took him a while! At first he thought Flynn had found another young lady. He had to admit, she looked spectacular from behind. Way better than from up front and way way better than dressed as Darth Raydor. She looked so young. Maybe it was her fit figure, her long legs and toned ass. Or maybe it was all those little things that made her seem so feminine and so unlike all the middle aged women he knew: Her ponytail displaying her long and elegant neck. That same neck he had thought over and over putting his fingers around. Now he kind of thought about it too but instead of squeezing he'd like to see what kind of reaction he'd get in biting that skin. And her legs … he had always loved her legs, but he had only got glimpses of them before from her too long and too proper work skirts. Now in shorts, they were really something to look at! And she was not even wearing heels ! She was trotting alongside Flynn in a pair of white Lacoste sneakers, the upscale bitch. But what surprised him the most was seeing her in a flowery blouse. It was not those obnoxious pinkish horror that the Chief used to wear, it was much more classy and flattering. The cut was impeccable, emphasizing her cleavage without being vulgar while hiding her not so flat belly. The purpleish little flowers on a black background made her look so soft and so very different from the woman he knew. He had always liked to look at her but here, she looked fundamentally different. She didn't look like a cop, she didn't look like that hard ass bitch that he knew her to be. It took him several minutes looking at her face to recognize her !
As they sat at a little cafe just in front of his boat, he started to wonder if they were working under cover. That would explain their presence and their attire. And most of all, the fact that they were sitting side by side looking amorous at not even 9am! He saw them drink coffee and eat pastries, talking quietly before facetiming someone. Andy seemed on the lookout, watching their surroundings at regular intervals whereas Nurse Ratched seemed oblivious to everything except her companion and her phone call. He even heard her laugh a few times before saying goodbye to "Honey". He laughed to himself wondering if Provenza was at the other end of the call. He caught them staring many times to a boat in diagonal from his and guessed it was what they were watching. But watching they did very little of! After ending the phone call, Andy got up and came back with the newspaper and 2 cups of tea. They settled one in front of the other, Raydor putting her feet on Andy's lap and him resting his long legs against the metal of her chair. He was surprised to see his former co worker caress the Wicked witch's legs absentmindedly, squeeze her feet and tickle her calf. She didn't seem to mind at all, welcoming the gesture as it was a regular occurance. It surprised him, to say the least!
What surprised him even more was to see a blonde kid moving on the boat that the two officers seemed to have under watch and coming toward them. Worried, he opened his cooler to get his gun but noticed no movement from his former coworkers. Even more, they smiled at the sleepy young man when he got to them! The teenager kissed the Captain's cheek before flopping in a vacant seat and grabbing Flynn's coffee. Flabbergasted, he looked at that young man drinking from someone else's cup and it was like a bulb illuminated itself in his head. That kid, he must be Flynn's son. He looked at the 2 adults who were smiling, clearly amused by the young man's antics. He wondered for a moment what place had the Captain in this little display. Then he heard her : " How did you sleep, Honey?" She asked him. Honey, she called him Honey ! He wondered for a moment if he heard correctly before Flynn's voice reached his ears. "Rusty, your Mom talked to you?" Said the other man, seeming amused and annoyed at the same time. "It's ok Andy, let the teenager be a teenager." Said the woman, laughing. She moved her seat closer to Flynn, facing her son. The Lieutenant put his arm around the back of her chair in what seemed a very natural move, and rested his hand on her shoulder, playing with the tips of her hair at the same time. She leaned towards him, catching his lips in a long but very chaste kiss. "Moooomm!" complained the teen.
He couldn't help it but spit his coffee. How on Earth did that happen?!