I'm Not Supposed To Love You (A BruAbba Non Stand Cop AU)

Drinking or Drowning

His shoulder felt hot, a searing pain that couldn't be described in words. It felt like molten metal being poured into an open, festering wound. Everything around him felt fuzzy and distant, but still echoed around in his skull like an angry hornet. It hurt to move. It hurt to think. All he could hear were the muffled shouting and sounds of punches being thrown. A struggle going on right above him, but he couldn't open his eyes to see it. The voices were too garbled to make out what they were saying. Had he been here before? He felt like he had. Then he heard it. A voice he could finally make out. It sounded like it was coming closer.

"Abbacchio??"

"ABBACCHIO!?"

"ABBA-!!"

And the shot rang out.
A gunshot that deafened him. It seemed like it would never end, just stretching the sound out to infinity. He wanted to cover his ears, but his body was stiff. He was trapped. Was he in hell? Was he just going to be trapped here forever??

And then the second shot rang out. 
He jolted upright, eyes snapping open before closing again. He leaned over his desk, his snowy grey hair falling over his face as he held his head in his hands. A groan was pulled from his lips as the pounding in his head persisted. It felt like that same angry hornet was still buzzing around and stinging every nerve ending in his brain. 

"Uh...Abbacchio? When was the last time you slept?" He looked over to his left, finally realizing there was a figure standing next to him. It was a woman, a bit small with short black hair that fell over her eyes. 
"Oh, Amante. Sorry, I didn't realize how tired I was. How long was I out for?" He asked back. The woman looked back at him with a slightly pouty look. 
"You didn't answer my question. I have never seen you leave this office. You're here before I get here, and you stay after I'm gone. You need to go home and get some rest." She said rather matter-of-factly. He just chuckled softly, brushing his hair out of his golden purple eyes. 
"While that is sweet of you to say, resting isn't in my job description. I've got too much paperwork to get done." Amante just scrunched up her nose with an annoyed look.
"Listen Leone. I may be new, but I know an overworked person when I see one. You need a night off. Ya know, let lose! I mean, look at you! Your shoulders are up around your ears, you're hunched over like a gargoyle, and those bags under your eyes are so big they should be name brand by now! Here, how about this. What if you and me and whoever else wants to join go out for some drinks tonight? Get everyone out of the office and have some fun! I know there is that one bar not too far from here. What's it called? The Bistr-??" 

Before she could finish her word, a large hand was clasped over her mouth. She let out a muffled yelp of surprise, looking up to see another detective standing over her and the owner of the hand in question. 
"Hey Amante, can I have a word? Great, glad you agree." He said, basically pulling her away from the desk by her face. She struggled in his grasp for a moment before finally just going with him. Abbacchio just watched them leave, knowing exactly what was about to happen to her. He sighed and let his head fall in his hands once again. This fucking headache never went away did it?

Once the two were in another office, Amante was finally able to free herself. 
"Farina!! What the hell was that??" She all but yelled at her male counterpart. 
"Sorry, I didn't mean to have to be so forceful. But you gotta be careful with who you're talking to. I know I should have warned you sooner, so it's not your fault. You just...ya gotta be careful around Abbacchio. He's...had a rough go of it the last year or so.  It's station law that you don't bring up the Bistro, least of all around him." 
"Why? It's just a bar." She asked back, still not understanding what was going on.
"Well...back about eleven months ago, Abbacchio's partner Del Bianco got shot off duty. They were going out for some drinks after work, the place got stood up, and obviously they tried to protect everyone. But they both ended up getting gunned down pretty heavy. Abbacchio thankfully survived, but Del Bianco wasn't so lucky. Ever since then, no one drinks at the Bistro. And Abbacchio just...hasn't been the same..." Farina concluded with a sigh, slumping against the wall behind him. He was still just as devastated for the loss as he was when it happened...