Glory.

15

Avoiding Blu was harder than I thought.

Now that the murders were soon to be cold cases, it left a lot of room for us to be assigned a shitload of cases in it's place. None were as serious as the alleged serial killer we'd failed at hunting down but these new cases were sure to keep us busy.

I felt bad for acting like nothing happened but Blu hadn't brought it up yet, not that I was excited to have that conversation anyway. And if I didn't know any better, I would've thought he was pissed with me.

"Excuse me," He brushed past me, making sure to bump my shoulder on his stride towards the coffee pot. I rolled my eyes and continued toasting my bagel. If he wanted to be a dick, I was going to let him. Count to ten, Yanis. Take a deep breath, I reminded myself when he did it again—this time he was ambling towards the fridge.

The breathing methods didn't work.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I snapped. Blu looked as he poured the creamer into the large coffee mug—he chuckled and shook his head, continuing to mix the beverage.

Fitz watched from afar while he pretended to eat his bowl of oatmeal; I knew he was eavesdropping. We hadn't had any problems out of him since the fight in the locker room but just like anyone else in the building, he was thirsty for drama. When Blu shot a glare at him, he quietly left with the bowl still in his hand.

Silence blanketed over the break room once the door shut behind him. I eyed Blu and waited for whatever smart ass remark he had. "Are you gonna fucking talk?" I snapped. This reminded me of Victoria. That woman could walk around the house, slamming things and grumbling under her breath until I finally addressed the issue.

"No. I don't have anything to say." He shrugged. His nonchalant demeanor was starting to piss me off even more. I hated when people acted like they didn't care about something they obviously cared about.

"So we're not going to talk about..." I trailed off, not sure what to call the steamy moment.

Blu was visibly flustered as he fumbled over his words. The first time I'd seen him so unnerved. "Not here." He finally exhaled.

It had only been days since Victoria and the children seemingly disappeared back to wherever they'd come from. She didn't bother to wake me up or allow the kids to kiss me goodbye; they were just there one night and gone the next. I tried calling but she never answered or returned my calls. I did my best to act like I wasn't phased by her ignorant ass behavior but I was livid. The kids and I were finally building a relationship, especially me and Ava. Now that shit was down the drain. All because I didn't want to save a marriage that'd died years ago.

It was obvious that my emotions were affecting my work. I wasn't invested in these cases. I was also keeping a distance from Blu, figuring that it was best to swallow my emotions and not snap on him for something that was out of his control. I owed him that at the very least.

"So when?" I challenged. Blu scoffed. Our kiss was haunting. I'd almost had sex with him and despite how wrong that encounter was, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I wondered how things would've been if we'd actually hooked up—how would we go about it? What would happen after?

Usually after my hookups, I would disappear from their lives and not even spare them a second thought but Blu would be different. I wouldn't be able to escape him even if I wanted to. He was my partner.

"Never." He deadpanned.

"Fine with me." I lied. It bothered me that he didn't want to talk about it and it also bothered me that I had to pretend like the kiss didn't matter. Well, it didn't matter in terms of having feelings. But we couldn't avoid it forever; I didn't want him to think of me as that much of an asshole.