y/n has been working for the Chicago Police Department in the Gang Unit for over 4 years. She wants to get into working undercover and everyone keeps telling her to talk to Detective Alvin Olinsky.
From the very first moment they meet, she feels a...
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"Al, I don't know why I'm here. I need you." meredith says as she slips past Al and is standing in the living room.
"Meridth, you can't do this to me. You push me away, I live in the garage to stay close to Lexi. We're divorced." Al says.
"We can try again." Meredith says as her voice cracks.
"Crying isn't going to make me feel bad." Al's voice starts to get lounder.
"Please Al. I know that the girl you've been seeing isn't anything serious." Meredith says as she stands up and walks over to him.
"Meredith, you are the mother to my child, but I don't love you anymore. Now get out." Al says as he pulls open the door and motions to it.
Meredith walks outside and Al slams the door behind her.
"y/n?" Al says softly as you walk out of the bedroom and stand in the hallway.
"Al?" You say with a smirk.
"Yes, my dear?" Al says, walking over to you. He lifts his hand to your face and pulls you closer to him.
"We're fixing each other. I needed someone like you in my life." You say.
"Of course we are." Al says.
He pulls you into a light kiss and rests his forehead against yours.
Al grabs your arm and pulls you down the hallway, into his bedroom. He sits you down on the bed.
"We should go out tonight. After everything you've accomplished this week with work." Al says as he walks over to his vertical dresser and opens a drawer.
"I think that's a good idea. Get out of here for a while." You say.
Al walks back over to you and leans down to you.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about her." Al says, cupping your cheek and smiling.
You stand up, both of you walk out of his room and into the kitchen.
"I'll drive." Al mumbles as he picks up his keys and walks over to the door.
You put your shoes on and Al opens the door. You walk outside and Al follows you down the driveway.
He walks over to the passenger door and opens it for you. Sitting down in the seat, Al closes the door, walks over to the drivers side and gets in. Putting the key in the ignition, the engine revs.
Al backs down the driveway and pulls onto the street. The drive was rather short.
He pulls up in front of an old Italian restaurant and looks over at you.
"Couple of buddies own this place." Al says as he opens the door. You go to open your door too, but Al looks at you. He gets out of the car and walks over to the passenger side and opens the door.
"Thank you, but I can open the door by myself." You say as you get out of the car. He closes the door and laces his fingers with yours.
"I'm well aware of that, my dear." Al says as the two of you walk to the front door of the building. He pulls the door open and both of you walk inside.
He leads you over to a table in the corner and pulls out the chair for you. You sit down and he sits across from you.
An older man comes over to your table.
"What can I get you two to drink?" He asks, his eyes linger on you for a second.
"2 glasses of Guiseppe Quintarelli." Al says. The man nods and walks away.
"That guy's a pisser. Always gaucking at the ladies." Al says, grinning slightly.
"I was hoping you didn't notice. My ex would have punched him right here." You say with a laugh.
"Actual physical violence. Ms.y/l/n, you have a type, I see." Al says, running his fingers through his moustache.
"I suppose." You say.
The older man walks over to the table with the two wine glasses and pours you both a glass.
"And what will we be having with this?" He asks.
"Tomato caprese." Al says in a soft tone.
"Panzanella." You say, cheekily.
He nods and then walks away.
You pick up the glass of wine off the table and take a small sip. Setting the glass down you look at Al.
"You have amazing taste in wine." You say as your eyes close slowly.
He smirks and shakes his head.
"I know." Al says, picking up the glass and taking a sip.
The older man brings you both your food and walks away. You both start to eat and Al looks up at you.
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yes yes. First of all, Happy Birthday to Elias Koteas.
Secondly, I'm so happy that I was able to add to this story, however, I am planning on concluding this fic (after a few more parts and a prologue /authors note). On the positive side, I will hopefully be starting another Olinksy fic soon. :)
