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Being a cop in the boring old town of Forks was a hell of a lot easier than Tamsin remembered. To Charlie's credit, Forks was getting brighter and brighter with him cracking down, but it was a far cry from the heart-racing and exciting situations she was used to, and the rest of the station wasn't nearly as invested in the new-old girl as they were the strange things happening in their town.
After less than a week, Tamsin's 're-training' was over, and all she did for most of her day was hang around Charlie, a shadow to the older man and chief. Though she wasn't nearly as intimidated as she had been on her first day, nor nervous that she wouldn't enjoy her choice of career and regret moving back to Washington, Tamsin already found herself getting bored, as the vast majority of what was nearly a month back home was spent playing cards with the boys down at the station, driving around with Charlie, or staying on long calls with Elinor as she cared for Byron and ran shifts at the hospital. She had hoped getting back into the force would be temporary before she could get something more private concerning her degree, but considering the sleepiness of Forks yet her devotion to staying, it seemed she was stuck.
Today was just the same as every other day had been, with Charlie and Tamsin driving around. Though the two had gone down to the Mason County Police Department earlier to investigate a possible animal killing, with that having taken up most of their morning, it was still boring for Tamsin, as the country police assured the pair that they had the situation handled, and that they would be in touch if any other news arose.
"I just...I don't know what else to do. I try, so hard, to let her do her own little thing, but I still worry. I mean, this is my little girl we're talking about, and I don't know how she's feeling," Charlie complained full-heartedly as he and Tamsin sat in the parking lot of a gas station, snacks piled up on the dashboard and coffees in each of their hands.
He had been speaking on the topic of Bella for well over half an hour as they took their break, but Tamsin listened patiently, never once interrupting or looking bored. Though she knew she couldn't - and wouldn't - ever understand the pain of your own child seemingly hating you, she sympathized with the plight of her friend and boss, nodding along and offering small pieces of advice here and again.
Tamsin took another sip of her coffee, which had since gone cold from her slow drinking, and pondered what to say. People tended to say Tamsin was one of the best to both get advice from and rant to, and though that proved to be a destructive force in her teen years, she had since come to embrace it, however wary it made her to speak about her own issues. Sure, the whole complex that Tamsin Fowler had no problems of her own had led to her bottling up her own emotions, but she was happy to stay silent if it meant the people around her were at their best.
Finally, she spoke, taking a deep breath when she turned to face her friend, "Charlie, the teen years are hard for everyone - hell, I still remember the shit time I had in high school, and how it still fucks with me even at thirty. Trust me, Bella's no different from every other girl her age. Of course, there's really no excuse for her being nothing but an asshole to you, but at the end of the day, she'll get over it, and hopefully your relationship will be stronger with her because of it. It may seem like the end of the line now, but you love her - a lot - and I know that she'll see that eventually."
