The Blue Lives

4# Newfound Friendship.

Bobby X FemReader

Summary: George is healthy enough to go back to the Constabulary. You return to your own life. However, the new friendship is ever so prominent.

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The next day, as you had expected, George is ready to go back. Despite you not really wanting him to leave. You can't keep him hostage here. 
"I took the time to clean your coat. Sadly your glove will never be as white as it once was." You comment as George slips his coat on, he twists his shoulders to test its durability. The thick fabric has gone a little rough after you had washed it, but that can be solved later. "And I couldn't fix the hole either, I don't have a threat in that colour, I'm afraid." You point at the still visible hole in his uniform, where he has been stabbed... 
"That's alright, (Y/n). I'll get it fixed." George replies with a soft smile, he can't get over the fact of how caring you are. This is not the Downer he's been told to stay aware of. 

Right in front of your front door, you smile at the Constable. He cannot help but smile back, your smile is infectious. "I cannot stress this enough; how could I possibly repay you?!" He can't believe there is nothing else he can do for you, other than keeping your most dangerous secret. You laugh at George's eagerness to repay what you've done. 
"That will come in the long run. Not much I can think of right now!" You chuckle, reaching over and patting your shoulder. "but I do want you to get well soon." You reach over and run your finger over the skin under his right eye, evident bags proves he could use a good night's rest. 
George blushes, your hand lower and he puts his mask back on. 
You already miss his real face, and those cute freckles... cute. 

Suddenly he takes a step forward, lifting his harms he gives you a firm hug. "I will see you again, right?" he asks, nearly squeezing the air out of you. You pat him on his back a few times, "of-of course we'll see each other again. Don't worry." you squeeze the Constable back. 
It takes him a while to let you go, he pulls back and pats your upper arms. 
Just when you open the door, he straps his helmet back on. Just so he can make it over to the Constabulary without any issues. 
You open the door wide open and give a grand gesture to the outside. Reluctantly, Constable Whistler exits your home through the door. 
"What are you going to do now?" He wonders out loud when he turns back to you. You lean against the door post and shrug. "I need to open my shop soon, hopefully, have some business." 
You answer nonchalantly. George grins and tips his helmet, something that almost every bobby does. 
"As promised, I'll be seein' you (Y/n). Thank you again." You've never seen a bobby smile so brightly before. You can't help but return the expression. "Of course Constable, happy travels." 
With a skip in his step, Constable Whistler makes his return to the Constabulary. Even off Joy, he feels incredible, like how he used to feel when made a new friend when he was little. 
Boy does he have a story to tell his colleagues. 

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Your shop and home are apart from each other, two blocks apart. The stroll to one or the other is always good, especially when the weather is nice. The moment you pass your neighbour's (Mrs, Hunt) house, you can see her sweeping the side-walk before her doorstep. 
"Good morning, (Y/n)!" She greets you in an overly cheerful tone, it doesn't sit all that well with you. But in order to keep low, as Jack Worthing had said once; "To get along, go along." 
"Hello, Alice. It's a lovely day, innit?" You greet with a wave. 
Mrs Hunt stops her sweeping and nods in agreement. "hey, do you think you have any vegetables to spare?" she perks up. There she goes again about the vegetable. Alice is always pushy about that. Can't she just get her own, you barely have any vegetables ready for yourself. You won't have any fresh plants until a few weeks. 

"Not right now Alice, I'm sorry. In a few weeks, I'll have a fresh batch of vegetables to share." You say an apologetic look. Mrs Hunt doesn't look so happy with your answer. Her real smile behind her permanent one fell. "Why can you not share yours now? I'm running out." She dares to argue, who does she think she is?! "It's my garden and my property! You have no say in my property!" You debate back, patting your own chest to get your point across. 
"I promise you, You'll get a batch of vegetables in a few weeks!" You put your foot down. Mrs Hunt is always desperate for your plants, and she has been so aggressive about it lately. You fear she might harm you at this point. You're not willing to argue with this woman anymore, you quickly resume your walk towards your shop, and leave the scene before bystanders start to watch.

Arriving at your bookstore, you dig into your pocket for your keys. unlocking the front door and opening it, the little bell about the door announce your entry. The smell of old paper greets you warmly. Only some sweeping, counting income and sorting book on genre and you can open up to customers. You miss George already and you hope he will visit again soon. 

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"Where the bloody hell have you been?!" The moment George enters the Constabulary he is getting shouted at. Constable Bevan doesn't look very pleased with Whistler's dishevelled state. 
"My apologies Constable Bevan. I'll report right now..." he says and shuffles past the reception to get to the lift and go to his office. In the hall to the lift, he finds Constable Leighton, one of his colleagues who he's a little closer with. They go to the pub together after a shift sometimes. 
Leighton looks surprised at Whistler. "What happened to you?" he asks with concern for his friend. George sighs. "You might wanna sit down for that, lad." 

He nearly tells Leighton everything, everything except about the Joy and (Y/n) being a downer, in order to save both himself and her. The two sitting at Whistler's desk. 
Leighton needs a moment to take it all in. "Is she pretty?" George took offence to Leighton's question. Was he even listening? "Is that all you can ever think about, Constable Leighton?" He usually never cared about Leighton being a ladies' man, but he needs to stay the hell away from (Y/n). Leighton lifts his hands in defence, "The way you describe her, I reckon she is." He is taken aback by that comment. 
He must admit, you are beautiful. But he was more blown away by your kindness than your looks. 
"ahaha, did that fair lady catch your eye, Constable Whistler!" Leighton teases him with a nudge. George is lucky his mask covers up his blushing face. "enough! You're not helping!" He says and lightly punches Leighton in the arm to get him to stop. 
"Alright, alright..." his laughter dies down. "But you've got to thank her for saving you." Leighton points out. George subconsciously raises his hand to cover his mouth, his promise to keep quiet about (Y/n)'s status. Not only would she get hurt if the truth came out, but he would also lose everything for keeping quiet. 
"you should ask her on a date!" Leighton suggests, that caused the temperature on George's face to rise. "What?!" He gapes at his friend. Leighton grins, "she treated you, in return, you should treat her. It's brilliant. Do you need me to be your wingman?" he smirks, and George grimaces. "fuck off, Leighton..." he hisses through gritted teeth. Leighton shrugs and stands up to leave Whistler's office. "suit yourself, but don't come crawling to me when it doesn't work." And with that he walks off, Whistler can hear the click-clack of polished dress shoes slowly fade out in the hall. He sighs, taking off his helmet to run a hand through his hair. Even when keeping (Y/n)'s secret it doesn't feel like enough to repay her good deed. 
He considers Leighton's suggestion to take (Y/n) out somewhere. The idea sounds nice, but where could he take her to? There is a curfew so a dinner somewhere is not very optional. 
Then he remembers how (Y/n) has talked about nature more than once. 
Perhaps he could pull some strings and take her to the garden district? He reckons (Y/n) would like that. 
Taking a notepad on his desk and doodles down any ideas to repay (Y/n) with. While writing his eyes land on a Blackberry Joy bottle on his desk. He's not sure if he should take it again, not wanting to be at risk of the dangerous withdrawals of Blackberry. Most blackberry withdrawals are violent ones, but he merely had a breakdown, and (Y/n) was there to help him through it. He looks away from the pill bottle to resume coming up with ideas to repay her for saving him in more than one way. 

~~A few days later~~

Constable Whistler is back on duty! Strolling through the village, slightly hunched posture. That's what you get when you're on the taller side. 
He's not really paying attention to anything around as he is supposed to. Even off Joy, this village is still not bad but it looks quite fake still. 

That rainbow road is a little too bright for his eyes, he takes a turn into a side street. Taking the moment to look around, most shops in this street are closed and the shopowner has one on 'holiday' there is one shop that stands out. light coming from outside the windows, above the door there is a wooden plack adorned with a picture of an open book and a feather. 
Interested, George wanders towards the store slowly. Doing his best not to look scary while trying to take a peek through the window. The first thing he sees are books, loads and loads of books. Then a familiar person behind a counter, scribbling something into a notebook. It's (Y/n)! Looking rather bored, his heart races upon seeing you. 

With the back of his hand, he knocks on the window glass just before entering the shop. 
You flinch upon hearing a sudden tap on the window. Looking up, you see Constable Whistler! The silver bell goes off as he enters your store with a smile. It's difficult to tell the Constables apart, but George got this birthmark on his neck that's very distinctive. That and his eyes are this mixed colour of blue and green you have never seen before. 
"my goodness, George! It's so good to see you!" You walk out from the counter and walk towards him. 
Once you stand in front of him, he wraps his arms around you to greet you with a hug, and you happily return that gesture. "Hello, (Y/n)." He greets, happiness evident in his tone of voice. He gives you a quick squeeze before letting go. 

"Come in! Come in!" You gesture to the shop and walk back to your counter, stand behind it and turn to the Constable again with a smile. 
George does so and walks into the shop while looking around with interest. "How are you?" You ask while putting away your notebook. 
"I'm doing just fine, for a downer bobby." He replies and lets out a deep sigh in contentment. He is really glad to see you again. "and how are you then?" it's his turn to ask how you are. 
you chuckle, "Everything is alright, nothing really special going on." you wave your hand dismissively. 
"However, my neighbour; Mrs Hunt has been bothering me about my plants..." You confess your worries to your friend. Harassment? Sounds like a problem Constable Whistler could solve. 
"I can see it y'know? Food is running short, and my neighbour is desperate to get another batch of the vegetables I grow. Even I am running low on rations, I'm afraid." you tug at the collar of your blouse, running low on something as food is something that really scares you. 
George does not like seeing you upset, not at all. 
"I could visit your neighbours and tell them to stop?" George offers, but you refuse his offer, shaking your head. 
"oh no, I don't think that's needed, George. I can handle this problem by myself. " You explain, George merely gives you a look of concern, "Are you sure? Certainly, if someone like me were to tell them off, they'd listen." He tries to reason with you, but you're a little stubborn and too prideful. "Oh, no Constable.  I can handle this, I'm sure." You stay put. 
George sighs, "If you insist (Y/n)." He looks down and pulls his sleeve back to look at his wristwatch. "Well, I need to go back to work (Y/n). I'll be seeing you." He tips his helmet and walks back to the door, "Goodbye George! See you soon!" You wave him goodbye excitedly. 

He remembers something just before opening the door, his hand hovering over the handle. "One more thing-" He suddenly loses courage... How does Constable Leighton do this so easily? "yes?" You wonder out loud, tilting your head. George turns away and lightly shakes his head. "no, never mind. See you later, love..." And with that, he leaves you by yourself in your shop. 

You were more surprised than anything else; what is it that he has trouble telling you? Your curiosity is surely getting at it now.
That's the first time he called you 'love'. And you're flattered...

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To be continued...

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- Smilex