Secrets and Oaths✓

It's a One Time Thing, Right?

I came down from my high, desperately trying to catch my breath. Dear God, I don't think I've been so thoroughly fucked. I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and slid down the bathroom wall, my legs wobbly. "I should probably get home." I said, voice as shaky as my legs. I pulled up my pants, embarrassed to say the least.

"Let me drive you." Andy said, not quite meeting my eyes either.

"Aren't you drunk?"

"I didn't drink nearly as much as you did."

"Right, so we can't blame this on the alcohol..."

"Do you really want to?" I didn't answer him. Instead, I gathered my things and left the bathroom. I nodded to Joe on the way out, thankful that he apparently hadn't noticed that the only occupied booth in the place had been vacant for some time. As I stepped out into the cool summer night, I pulled my blazer tighter around me, the early fall breeze sobering me up. What had I done? Well that one was obvious from the pleasurable ache between my legs and feeling of being thoroughly fucked that I felt everywhere else. I was silent the whole way to my house, only speaking once we were parked out front and even then it was only a quick thank you before I reached out for the door handle.

"Kat wait," Andy said, grabbing my hand, pulling me back into the seat. I turned and faced him. He placed a hand on my cheek and leaned in, kissing me softly. I moaned slightly into that kiss, urging him on. I wasn't as tipsy as I had been and my sober thoughts were still betraying me, finding something in this interaction that had been missing from my relationship for years if I was being completely honest with myself. I wasn't sure how long we had been sitting here but I knew I needed to get inside.

"I really need to get inside, and you need to get home." This time he didn't stop me as I opened the door and stepped back into the night. He rolled down his window as I walked over to his side of the car.

"I don't regret it. I know I should, that I should feel horrible about sleeping with someone other than my wife, but I don't."

"Andy..." I didn't know how I wanted to respond to that.

"Tell me that you didn't feel something too. Tell me it was just meaningless, drunken sex and we'll never talk about it again."

"I can't do that. Because that would be a lie. But this can't happen again. We work together and with the true nature of this case, and who is behind these killings, they're already taking a major conflict of interest risk with allowing me to stay on it. I can't risk a mistrial or him getting away because we weren't focused on this." That seemed to reach him and we said good bye again before he drove off and I walked into my house. Jimmy was sitting on the couch, watching some show.

"Everything ok? You were gone kind of late."

"Yeah. I was getting dinner. Andy forced me to leave and eat." I said, staring at the television to avoid looking him in the eye.

"Well then I owe him a huge thank you and to ask him to teach me how to get you away from your work." Jimmy said with a smile. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before excusing myself for a shower and to go to bed, citing another early morning.

Andy's POV

I got home and the lights were still on downstairs. I parked the car in the garage and slowly made my way into the house. Things between Laurie and I had been bad for a while. Since she woke up in the hospital after the crash, insisting that it had been an accident, hysterical that Jacob would never forgive her. I couldn't look her in the eyes in that moment. I had read the police report. There hadn't been any other cars around and there hadn't been any ice. The investigation into the car had shown that nothing had malfunctioned there either. Of course, there was no way to one hundred percent prove that it hadn't been an accident and that was why I told Neil that Laurie couldn't have done it on purpose. And when Jacob finally woke up and couldn't remember what happened right before the accident, there was no reason to doubt that.