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         " I’m not exactly sure what you mean by that...” Brown eyes narrow at the blonde as Claudia takes notes on the case. She hates working with detectives. They usually hate her and blame her for everything the feds do wrong. But she’s not there to cause trouble. She’s here to do her job. She assumes this Detective Decker would know that, but she wouldn’t be surprised if she were like the others. 

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Chloe nodded, she didn’t like it but it was the rules. “I’m afraid so. It’s just regulation. We keep information we share to a minimum.”

“Well, I know if I’m not on the case, the fact that you are makes me not worry. You’re great at your job,” Gale responded with a nod and the gentle picking up of her coffee cup. “Do you want to grab lunch?” She paused. “I promise I’m not asking for the sake of talking about the case. I just...uhm, need a short-lived distraction.” 

“Wait, so...I can’t see or know anything about the case because I’m related to the guy behind it?” Gale asked in compete disbelief. She understood, but that didn’t stop her from being a little annoyed. 

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Chloe shook her head at the other, knowing she couldn’t share a lot of information about her current case. “All I can say is that it’s frustrating but that’s most cases.”

Falling into bed with his ex-wife wasn’t something Alex planned, nor was it something he even thought would ever happen ever. Alex thought he and Saya were through, and that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, just as he wanted nothing to do with her. He didn’t even think he’d see her on a semi-regular basis because they hardly even spoke anymore due to how their relationship had ended. It was as though he didn’t matter to her, and really, like they’d never even been married at all. Alex had hoped she’d see that she’d messed up, but their separate lives and them dating other people, made him think otherwise. And, you know what, he’d been fine with that. 

So the fact that he’d fallen into bed with Saya confused the shit out of him and made him question the negative feelings he’d been pushing way down for months now. Freezing up, just a little, he glanced around the area. Then, he spotted her shirt near the edge of the bed, reached for it, and handed it to her. He didn’t want to make things weird, so he acted casually and began to put on his clothes. “Do you want to grab a bite?” he asked, half-assuming she’d say no. Again, they hadn’t really spoken all that much. But he was a gentleman or whatever, and the least he could do was buy breakfast. He would’ve made his usual special breakfasts, but their relationship was no longer special, so he couldn’t do that without hurting himself. 

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consciously , saya knew this was a mistake the second she had stepped through the door of the formerly familiar apartment — one the pair had shared what feels like a century ago . what had formed and fallen apart due to some miscommunication  had remained untouched and while worth the effort , too much had been uncertain for saya to risk rebreaking her own heart . so rather than talk it out , the woman had swallowed her pride and loneliness in favor of not complicating either of their lives more . however something about the night prior had been different , whether or not it had been the source of some bad judgement , a little liquid courage or something else saya had found herself in her former partners bed long after signing any divorce papers . all the painful arguments and hard memories had slipped away in that moment , finding some solace in their arms once again but that peace could not last forever . 

the brunette is on her feet far before she’d like to be awake — ignoring the sunlight slowly streaming through the blinds and stinging her eyes as she is searching through the half lit room for the articles of her clothes that had been strewn about a few hours prior . despite her sluggish movements in that movement she felt like all the nerves in her body were alert , matching the thoughts racing through her brain . she is haphazardly dragging the worn denim back over her thighs and hips — fogged mind still unable to locate the rest of her articles of clothing . “ uh — have you seen my shirt ? “

For as long as Rory could remember, he’s been in love with Skye. He didn’t intend to fall in love with her, and honestly he held back on that love for years because he felt unworthy of her - even made it seem like he was in love with one of her best friends, when it’d been her all along because he thought that was the safer route when it came to his feelings. And while he wasn’t apologetic about it in the past, he’s apologetic about it now because he’s seen Skye fall for someone else and it just...fucking hurt. 

Hands behind his back, he tightens his grip on his own clasped hands, and then lets out a deep sigh, opening his mouth to speak. At first, nothing comes out, but then, he finally can fucking talk. “Because I- I- I love you!” he says back, loud enough for her to hear him. His heart is beating so hard he can hear it over the million other things he can hear. He can’t even hear HER heartbeat, so it makes it hard to tell if she’ll be furious at him for telling her this now. Because, yeah, she’s right. He doesn’t get to do this. “I’ve loved you for years. It’s just I - I’m,” he pauses and rushes over her , hands now in his pockets, “stupid, I guess?” 

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skye had spent too much of her life in love with them , after a childhood of constant pressure and struggling to grasp some semblance of worth — it was difficult to feel deserving of love and for a while she had that . it was like some sick twist of fate leaving her unable to find peace when she was so enveloped by someone that she should not love , love in the way that she had . the painful yearning and always unwilling kind of passion that doesn’t just go away with a few simple wishes . they were one in the same , almost . skye had spent so long attempting to get past it , the blockade of complicated feelings that were always unknown and holding weight in their friendship . went as far to almost marry a man that never left her feeling the same because waiting a lifetime was too hard .

don’t go back to him . sharp breaths catch in her throat , brows hitching together in confusion while the girl tries to process the simple statement . it took too long to get here , to forget about it and move on with her life but now they weren’t letting her . “ w - what ? why not ? “ she shakes her head , taking a step back with uncertainty . “ you don’t … you don’t get to do that . “

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She nodded at him, glad to hear that she had her daughter were still welcome in the street, she had gotten a quite a few dirty looks from some neighbours, she knew some would remember her teen years. “I appreciate that. I think it’ll be good for Kira to be here, she knows people, thinks you’re pretty cool.”

“She thinks I’m cool?” Alexander parroted, eyebrow raised. “Don’t let her say that in front of my son. He’d probably end up reminding her of how very uncool I am.” He smiled at Sara, nonetheless. “But we are happy you two are staying.” 

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Alya smiled slightly. “It’s the benefit of wiping all trace of my past.” To most people she was a ghost, to the few people she knew outside of work, she went by a boring cover that didn’t ever explain the cuts she often came home with that couldn’t be covered with make up. “Four? Okay, four I should be able to take.” The spy nodded, grinning when she found a discarded pipe. “You just stay there, I’ll get us out of here, promise.”

Delphine hated putting her life in someone else’s hands, especially when they were a little younger than she was. She was used to being the one who persevered and got through the worst of the worst. She wasn’t used to being hurt and having to stay behind. But she trusted Alya, so the French woman, nodded. “One of them wore glasses. I recommend you taking them off, could make him easier to take down,” she replied with a half smile before letting out a groan from her pain. “Okay. Be safe. Kick ass. You know how it goes..” 

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“Like ghosts?” Wynonna asked raising her eyebrow as she lead Claudia away from the knocked out person while she pulled her phone out to send the sheriff a text.

She nodded, this was pretty normal for Purgatory. “We can either go to the copshop, or the Homestead and if you like, you can explain what you’re comfortable with when we get there over a glass of whiskey.”

“Exactly like ghosts...” Claudia told Wynonna, her expression neutral, even though she’d been somewhat panicked moments ago. Admittedly, while she could fend for herself, the type of people who went after her were typically members of the undead or working for people on ‘the other side’. It was a headscrew really. 

Giving Wynonna an awkward smile, Claudia replied with, “Anywhere you feel like I’d be safest. Part of the reason I came here is to protect my father. If they’re - whoever just attacked - is coming for me, they’ll eventually want to get to him.” Quickly, she followed Wynonna. “Whiskey sounds great. Though, really, I’m a vodka girl.” But anything sounded great after knocking out some poor sod. 

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“I’m happy to discuss it, you know. I just, I’m worried that if we pick names or the other sentimental stuff that it’ll make it hurt more of it doesn’t work out.” She explained with a shrug as she took a sip from her glass. “It was a gift from my brother a few years ago.”

While Ford knew there was a possibility that things wouldn’t work out, he really wanted them, too. Em was a wonderful woman and he knew that any child he had with her would be exceptional just like her. “We don’t have to then. There are so many other things going on. Like this champagne your brother got you. Is this a typical gift of his?” Ford was curious. His mom bought wine all the time as a gift, while his father typically bought cards. 

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“The Notebook, stuff like that.” Wynonna replied as she added some whiskey to her tea and took a few sips. “Honestly, I’ll like zone out so whatever you wanna watch.” She didn’t want to say she might end up drinking herself to sleep, but she did assume that her friend was aware that it could happen.

“I would never put you through ‘The Notebook’. What?” He chuckled a bit before his expression became more neutral. While Malcolm hated to talk about his feelings, he couldn’t help but to ask. “You alright Wynonna?” He knew if she asked him he’d likely lie. But that didn’t stop him from asking her, anyway. Something about the way she spoke, made him hyper-aware that something was off. 

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Alison smiled, shifting slightly in her spot, her belly not allowing her to be comfortable in the one position for very long. “I tell nothing but the truth.” She couldn’t wait for them to finally meet their child, couldn’t wait to see Javier as a father.

“Are you ready? For ...all of it?” Javier asked curiously, his hand now on her swollen belly. He was ready, that was for sure. He loved Alison being pregnant, but it seemed like she was reaching a stage where she was more uncomfortable than comfortable with her current experience. “Because, while I am, it’s so scary to think of...failing, you know? What if the baby doesn’t see me as a father?” He knew it was something he should have kept to himself but it was the truth. He really had no idea how something like this would work, even when he wanted it to so badly.  

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She chuckled slightly, still not really believing herself to be strong. She sighed, leaning a little closer to Dale. Glad to have told him, feeling lighter for doing so, though Cassandra knew at some point she would likely have to tell her about her work with the CBI to bring the man down. “Thank you for being someone I could tell about this. Outside of work and family, you’re the only one I’ve told.”

Dale nodded firmly, looking down for a moment, before he looked back at her. “Thank you for telling me. You could have kept it to yourself and I would have never know. Yet, you chose to tell me. It means a lot because I know that it wasn’t easy information to share.” Dale wasn’t sure if he should reach for her hand, so instead he squeezed her shoulder to show he meant what he said. “I bet you loved them very much. So I am incredibly sorry for your losses.” 

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“You really want to help me with it?” Natalia smiled, not used to having someone who would happily do the mundane tasks with her. “You’re cute.” The blush on his cheeks had her grinning, blushing slightly herself.

“I do, yeah. Why? Is that not a normal thing? Do guys typically not help you with the laundry?” Rory asked, standing close to her as he spoke. He would totally get it if that wasn’t a normal thing that men did. A lot of men he knew were allergic to house work and cooking. He personally thought it was stupid when men didn’t do housework and rather cowardly, but he wasn’t going to say as much out loud. He didn’t want to seem like a grump.

nicolas was proof that fairy tales did come true. not only did he grow up poor until he reached the age of twelve, but he had to take care of siblings and make sure his mother brought money for their meals every day. he didn’t have much time to play or even have naïve dreams about becoming a prince. so when he got news one friday afternoon, stating that he was the son of a king, he didn’t know what to believe. and he didn’t really have time to believe anything because he was placed in a luxurious palace and given all of the best and finest after not even a day after discovering such huge news.

and due to the fact that he went through so much at a young age, nicolas took his title as prince seriously. so, when he fell in love with the woman he’d been arranged to marry, he was thankful that it happened -- but also surprised since he assumed that he’d just be lucky enough to call her friend. but after his big library reveal, he couldn’t help but to smile at her and be happy she fell for him. 

“well, you could start with a kiss, i think…” he said with a wide grin, gently tapping his lips. He was so so glad to finally share the gift he’d been working on for her. it had taken months for it to come about, but now that it was finished, it was perfect.

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mariana was born with a silver spoon in her mouth — absolutely everything was attainable and nothing was out of question however there were many things that money could not buy and the biggest was love. after her sister’s passing she became far too cynical to believe in something that only lived in fairy tales but nicholas was handsome and so intent on gradually gaining her attention. it was too difficult to avoid him even within her own stubborn mindset , he had been too easy to love even if she had never expected to find it in the first place. 

the hundreds of books lining the walls had been far too overwhelming to process all at once. dense series and classic literature lined once empty walls and it was a perfect birthday present. he understood her more than anyone else in her life had put effort into and the library that was hers had set a smile to her face. “ i … i don’t know where to start. “

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