Piece It Together - Gavin Reed

18

"God, why are the FBI here?" Gavin shrugs, sipping his coffee. Connor and Hank were talking at their desk about something that neither of the detectives could know about.

"Perkins can never keep his nose out of shit, I'm not surprised he's here."

"Perkins?" Looking at where Gavin pointed his finger, she saw a man walk in wearing an FBI uniform. "Wow, douche alert." Seeming to be the only one who was intrigued, she looked over at the Lieutenant and the android, noticing them becoming more secretive. That was until Hank stood up, leaving something on the table that Connor picked up before walking over to Perkins.

"Perkins! You fuckin' cocksucker!" That was when Hank swung, his fist colliding with the agent's nose. The two stood up, Fowler leaving his office to see what was going on. Gavin had his eyes trained on the android that snuck past everyone, "I'm gonna see what that plastic prick is up to. Don't get involved."

Rolling her eyes, she let him leave as he went after the android while she walked over to Hank and Perkins, the latter pinned against the wall. Two officers tried to calm him down, Hank demanding another shot at attacking him. Walking up to Perkins, she held his shoulder, "Are you okay, sir?"

Perkins looked up at her, giving a sly grin, "Well, if you aren't a sight for sore eyes." His flirting brought a fake smile to her face, balling her hand into a fist before punching him in the gut, making him double over and cough. "That'll cost you both your fuckin' badges, ya fuckin' lunatics!"

"Bite me!"

"I'll show you where you can shove your fuckin' badge-" The fight was soon split up, Hank leaving the precinct while Perkins went to complain to Fowler who had a wide grin on his face. Gavin came back sometime later, his nose bleeding and his nose bust while a purple bruise began to form.

"Gavin? Gavin, what happened?" Sitting him down at her desk, she sea\rched through her drawers for some tissues.

"That plastic prick was actin' real shifty so I went to see what he was doing." He took the tissue she offered to her, holding it to his nose, "I may have pulled my gun on him-"

"You got what you deserved then." Sighing, she excused herself to find something to use as a cold compress. While she was gone, he decided to look at her desk. It contained the usual things most desks had: her official name plate that read "Det. L/n", a cup holding stationary for doing paperwork, a few trinkets that he recognised from her room growing up and two pictures in frames. One depicted herself on the day of her graduation with Hank where the man looked a lot younger than he did now while the other is a picture of herself with a few friends from the day of their Senior Prom.

He wasn't planning on going. Sure, he'd stick around for one of the big after-parties but going wasn't on his calendar. That was, of course, until he was in her kitchen revising quotes from Romeo and Juliet per her request when there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it, hold on."

Opening the door, she was greeted by a delivery worker that handed her the packages before leaving. Grinning like a school child, she closed the door and skipped into the kitchen. "The fuck are you smiling about?"

"My prom outfit arrived!"

The man stayed in the kitchen, waiting for her to change while he was distracted by his thoughts about what the outfit looked like. He didn't understand why he was so eager but he ignored the work while he waited. That was when she left the room. Her hair and makeup were just as she left them but he clothes had changed as the casual hoodie and sweatpants were replaced with a breathtaking dress with shoes and jewellery to match. It was simple; nothing majorly elaborate or eye-catching. 

"Wow, you clean up nice, don't you?"

"Oh be quiet. I'm just glad it all fits." She smiled as she twirled in the dress, Gavin's heart in his chest, "It's a shame you aren't going. It'd be nice to see you in something that doesn't scream, 'I am a drug dealer'."

"Beggars can't be choosers."

That was, of course, until the day of the prom came. He decided to turn up in a suit that belonged to Elijah but he decided to have the dorky bowtie untied and his top buttons undone. The two had to ignore each other for the night to go smoothly but lord knows his eyes were all over her. She didn't have a date, just like himself, but little did she know that all he wanted to do was be open with his feelings and dance with her.

"I found some ice packs and a towel, they should last for a while."

"Yeah, whatever, thanks." He took the towel-covered ice pack and held it to his eye, wincing as the cold was painful at first. It soon ceased, leaving him to let the ice numb and soothe his bruising.

"Come on, I'll drive us home."

The drive home was quiet, as it usually was, with Gavin resting his head on the window and his hand still holding the compress while Y/n hummed along to the music from the radio, occasionally making sure that the detective wasn't dead due to his unusually quiet demeanour.

"I'll make dinner." She spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb the quiet, "We can play video games if you want."

"You'll get your ass beat in Mario Kart if you try that."

"Wipe that smirk off of your face, asswipe, I'm trying to be nice."

Gavin had his eyes on what was going on outside when he saw a box outside with a pair of cat ears poking out from the cardboard, "Shit, stop the car!" She stopped, looking at what he was looking at. Gavin searched through the storage in his car before finding some cat biscuits, stepping out of the car and carefully walking over to the shivering cats. Y/n watched from afar at the scene.

He held some biscuits out to the cat with a shaky hand, the cat poking its head out fully and sniffing the man's hand before eating the food. Peaking into the box further, he saw that there was a kitten inside as well. Pouring some more biscuits into their box, he carefully picked it up and carried them into the car. Sitting in the passenger's seat, he watched as the kitten ate while her mother cleaned him.

"It's good to see you've still got a soft spot."

"Yeah, whatever, Priss."

Arriving at the house, Gavin flopped onto the couch while his partner carried their things in, slightly covered in gentle snowflakes. He watched her as she put their stuff down and brushed the hair out of her face, a blush reaching the tips of his ears upon realising he was gazing at her. Looking away, the girl left the room to get changed into something comfier. She left wearing a pair of sweatpants, one of Gavin's shirts and a zip-up hoodie of his that she found on the couch unattended and decided to wear.

Seeing her in his clothes cooking food rose a feeling that he hadn't felt in 18 years. Something that he yearned to feel with another woman but, in the end, could only feel with her.

It had always been her.

He focused his attention on the cats that had been carried into their home. They warmed up in the toasty house, the mother circling it and trying to heat her up with her own body heat.

"You didn't have a lot in but I threw together these oven chips and pizza because they should taste nice!" He put the plates on his coffee table, sitting beside him on the couch. Rain was already curled up after eating whatever Y/n had fed her, her purrs being heard faintly. The two cats watched as Y/n placed a bowl of cat food mixed with cat biscuits in front of them before sniffing it and digging into the food.

He stood, stating that he was going to get changed. "Pick a movie while I'm gone."

"You're the boss." Being left in the room, she turned the TV on and scrolled through the available movies. She settled on Die Hard, remembering that he had always liked that movie before the man in question walked in, his outfit similar to the one she wore.

"Die Hard? Did you pick that because of me?"

"Did you pick the name Rain because of me?"

"Maybe I did." The two went quiet, neither of them standing down, "What are you gonna do if that's true?"

"I'll-"

The two jumped when a hard knock was heard against the door, "This is the FBI, we're here to search the premises!"