Jay Halstead keeps butting heads over cases with Riannes Torres, a DCFS social worker. She has been through her own rough personal trauma. When they find themselves drawn to each other despite their differences an interesting journey begins. Will th...
Rianne hurried into the kitchen in the morning to make her and Jay some coffee-to-go and grab two granola bars or something equally simple.
Due to their night-time activities they were a little late and had to get going quickly. She was giving Jay a ride to the station as it was his first day back, even if he was supposed to just sit at his desk for the time being. He'd been excited about it, because this meant things were moving along.
The sun was already up and sending rays of light through the loft. It promised to be a 'bright sunshiny day' and it made her smile and whistle to herself.
When Rianne crossed the rest of the room and faced the kitchen area, she stopped in her tracks and shrieked in shock:
"What the actual fuck..." Rianne let out, clutching her chest.
Her heart was pumping like mad, all her limbs tingling.
Nate was sitting there on his usual barstool, drinking coffee and reading the morning paper, like a ghost that had appeared out of nowhere.
"What's going on?" Jay skittered to a halt next to her, alarmed by her scream, just short of drawing his gun (that he had just strapped on minutes earlier in a very important manner accompanied by Rianne's teasing) on the intruder.
When he noticed who was sitting there in front of them, his expression changed from worried and alarmed to angry and pissed off:
"What's he doing here?" he muttered under his breath, just earning a shrug from Rianne and a wide smile from Nate, when he turned his head to them:
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"Oh good morning! You two look a little rough... didn't get much sleep last night, did you?" He didn't look fazed at all, more like this was happening every morning.
Like he was used to this constellation day in and out.
Was this maybe a bad dream? How could he just waltz back in here unannounced? Rianne was so shocked that she didn't even think about the last part of his question, hinting to something he had clearly witnessed.
"What are you doing here?" She couldn't think of a more witty response, still feeling frozen inside, her mind going into overdrive.
"Last time I checked I lived here and paid rent. Seems we got a new roommate now, do we?" he said winking at Jay, who let out a loud huff beside Rianne.
"Coffee's already done!" Nate added in a nonchalant and unexcited way motioning gallantly at the coffee-pot on the counter.
"You can't be serious? You just walk in here after that cryptic letter, after three weeks of being incommunicado, after moving half your stuff out without so much as a single word in advance?"
