Faith sat at her desk across from her new partner and fiddled with an old battered baseball. She looked at Nita Browne who was typing on the computer keyboard and trying not to look back at her.
" So you ok with this? ," she finally asked.
Nita raised her head to glance wordlessly at her for a very long time before saying bluntly," With what? "
Faith shrugged. " This. " She waved her hand in the air. " The transfer. Homicide. Working with me. " She shrugged again. " Us. "
Nita stopped typing. With every word an almost cold icicle she said," There is no" us " , Lane. Just a mistake you could not even remember. Besides I heard you got married to a narcotics detective. Velez or something. "
Faith dropped the ball on her desktop. " Well. Just was making conversation. Anyway..... I didn't say , I didn't say... I didn't remember it. I remembered enough . "
Nita stood up abruptly. " I don't care what you remember. It's done. Keep it professional or get a new partner. Ok ? "
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( Texts )
Theodore: Granny Glory, my shoulder is kinda hurting. Maybe I need to see the doctor? I don't know.
Glory: Oh you poor baby boy. I'll come get you from school. We can head to DuBuis's hospital and get you looked at. I'm on my way.
Theodore: Ok. Thanks.
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Winston: Norland, I will be picking up my daughter tonight. I expect you to have her belongings packed and ready for me. I hope you will not cause trouble.
Nigel: This is not Richard. It's his phone but it is not Richard. This is his husband and Rebecca's stepfather. Nigel Norland. So. First. You are not getting her tonight or any night. Second my husband is upset and sleeping now. Third we are getting another DNA test done. Today. You are not her father. Richard is her father. So you can fuck off.
Winston: This is not your concern.
Nigel: Oh that's where you are wrong. This is very much my bloody damn concern. Bitch. Don't text or call my husband again. Communication will be done through our legal counsel.
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Nigel thinned his lips as he put his husband's phone back down on the nightstand. The rage was steadily growing within his body. Especially as he looked at Richard who had literally cried himself to sleep after calling the firm and also his father and Spencer.
He gently kissed Richard on the forehead, careful not to wake him up.
He seriously believed there was a terrible mistake with that test. And he was going to prove it. But first he needed to go get Rebecca from school.
Before he left the condo he scribbled a quick note for Richard that said: Going to take Rebecca to DuBuis's hospital for another DNA test. If they can do it there. Love you. Be back soon. She is yours. - Nigel.
Then he came back to grab Richard's toothbrush from the bathroom and put it in a secure plastic baggie.
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ODDS OF LOVE: SEASON SEVEN
General FictionThe continuing and ongoing Washington DC based soap opera about the lives of disabled genius math professor Spencer Norland -Lane, his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends.
