Don't expect super fast uploads all the time, but sine I posted the first Lauren chapter I figured I'd post the first Bo. Rougher language, I know. Sorry about that.

Enjoy.

Bo Dennis was having a shit day.

Alright, fine, that wasn't entirely accurate, but she was in a shitty mood, so really that was the same thing, right?

The morning had started off fine, with Kenzi making coffee that didn't taste like burned jet fuel, but after that things had gone downhill and Bo felt her mood trending decidedly bitchward.

Where her desk had once been was now just a swirling vortex of files. Seriously, had it been a full moon over the weekend? She was drowning in reports, case photos, phone messages, and despite the mass there were still roughly 80,000 more documents she needed to request. Oh, and everything was marked urgent. Of course. Because apparently no one actually understood what that word fucking meant.

She took a deep breath and used both hands to gather her long brown hair into a loose, messy ponytail. Grabbing a legal pad and pen, she set in, making notes, lists of document requests, organizing photos.

All this, and her phone wouldn't stop ringing.

Hi, Miss Dennis, it's Katie…I really want to just drop the charges, he didn't meant to hit me, he loves me! You know how it is when you're in love, I just drive him crazy because he's so crazy about me!

Hey, Miss Dennis, do you really need me in Court on the 22nd? It's just that I didn't know I'd actually have to testify… Well, I mean, I didn't really see anything, and I also really don't want to come…

Hello, is this Miss Dennis? Yes, I just wanted to let you know that the ME is on vacation next week, so if we could just move that case? Yeah, sorry we didn't call sooner, but you can just move it, right? That happens all the time, I'm sure.

Hey, Dennis, it's Sgt. Kranor. Yeah, we fired Pfc Lambent yesterday, so he won't be available for his upcoming cases, can you take care of that? No, we didn't bother to get a new forwarding address…

It was getting ridiculous.

But despite all that, despite the shit-storm forming on her desk, despite the fact that she was staring dead into the eyes of weeks of late nights, months of motions dates, trials, sentencing hearings…despite all that, she was forcing herself to be in a good mood, because tonight she was going to leave at 6, even if it killed her, and tonight she was going to see her friends and she was going to drink and she was going to pretend that she hadn't spent her whole day looking at the worst the world had to offer.

And then she got the call about Greg.

Greg was a 23 year old kid, nice enough, and had things been different and he had been a classmate or something she could even imagine that they would have gotten along. But Greg grew up broke, with no dad a mom who was more interested in the next needle than her son. And Greg had learned young that you had to be tough to survive, so he got some tattoos and he did some cocaine and he acted tough, even though he wasn't, not really, not at his core.

By the time he was 21 he'd been in some minor legal trouble, nothing startling, nothing that raised much a flag on anyone's radar. And then his mother died, and Greg, the oldest, was left with his siblings. To his credit, he got himself together. He got clean. He got a job at a convenience store. He tried. And he was actually holding it together.

Four weeks ago, Greg had been stabbed. He was working the late shift at the store, just trying to get by, and some strung out dude had stumbled in with a knife, told him to open the register, and then stabbed him in the gut before leaving. Greg was found a short time later. He was passed out behind the counter. He'd hit the silent alarm when the guy showed the knife. It wasn't working, but he didn't know that. Some customer had come in, and noticed no one was there and thought it would be a good time to get free cigarettes. That's when customer saw him and called 911, saving his life.

Greg was touch and go for a while, but he pulled through, and while he was getting his strength back they caught the guy. He lawyered up immediately, so they were left with grainy surveillance footage and Greg, who got a pretty good look at him through the robbery.

The case had been charged. The defendant had been picked up. A lawyer entered on behalf of the defendant. The case been set for motions. And today Bo got a call that when one of her officers had gone to check up on Greg, he had skipped town.

Someone had gotten to him, scared him, threatened him, something. Bo knew it. And yeah, Greg was just a kid, easily written off, a former junkie, probably someone who would never set the world on fire, but he was trying. He'd come a long way. And Bo wanted some justice for him, for the kid who had gotten it together.

Cursing, she was on her office phone trying to find someone to track him down when her cell phone rang. 'Rainer' came across the screen, and she rolled her eyes. She didn't have the energy for him right now.

She'd been dating Kevin for years, off-again-on-again. For whatever reason, whenever they broke up they ended up back together. It wasn't a good relationship, but it was familiar. It was easy, even if it didn't make her happy. He always talked about them in terms of fate and destiny, and Bo never really felt any of it, but he was a warm body, and some nights after seeing what she saw that was what she needed.

Kenzi hate him. So did Tasmin. And Dyson. And…well, everyone, really.

She knew it hadn't escaped any of their notice that she never took their relationship to the next level. She never talked about a future with him, never talked about moving in with him.

Three weeks ago, Rainer proposed.

Their relationship wasn't in a good place, but Rainer tried to convince her it was because they'd been stuck in this rut of just dating forever, and it was time to grow up and move forward. Yeah, he knew her friends hated him. He didn't like them, either. But he liked Bo, and wasn't that all that mattered?

Bo had listened to all this in open-mouthed shock. When he was done, he looked at her plaintively. "Please say something," he'd said.

"Rainer, are you…are you kidding me right now?"

His face fell. "Bo, what are we doing? Do we have a future? Do you even want one?"

"Look, Rainer, it's just…I know things haven't been great, okay? I work a lot, and I'm stressed, and you don't get along with my friends, and it's stressful. I get that. But this…this isn't the answer for us."

He looked dejected, and despite the fact that she didn't love him – yeah, she didn't admit it much, because really what kind of cold hearted bitched stayed this long with a guy who loved her and who she didn't love back – but despite all of that, she wanted to comfort him.

"Listen, can we just start over? We don't need to be talking about marriage and forever right now. Let's just enjoy what we have. I'll make more of an effort, okay?"

He was hurt, and he couldn't hide it. She leaned in and kissed him, and he didn't respond, not at first. Slowly, he did, and she knew she was truly a bad person in that moment, but the truth was she was tired, alright? She was exhausted. She just needed…something. A warm body. Someone to want her. He was comforting. He was there. So she let it happen.

Things hadn't been much better since then, and she knew that two weeks ago, when she had worked crazy late one night, he had gone by the Dal and talked to her friends. She knew this because Kenzi was excitedly talking about some friend of Vex's who called him a dick or something.

She hadn't told anyone about the proposal.

She knew Rainer was calling to see if she would meet him tonight so they could talk, or fuck, or fight, or maybe all three. She just didn't have it in her, honestly, she didn't.

Her phone lit up again, a text message from Tamsin.

You have been AWOL too long and we aren't going to take it anymore. Lauren needs help moving in the last of her stuff tonight, and you're coming. 7. I'll meet you and Kenzi at the bar.

Who the fuck was Lauren? And, really, her friends wanted her to spend a relaxing night helping someone move?

Her phone lit up again, another text. Rainer. Call me.

Fuck that. She texted Tamsin see you tonight and dropped her phone into her purse, out of sight, out of mind.

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