For Fiona

2. Planning

Lucy's breathing hitched when she heard Tim accept her marriage proposal, because she asked him to MARRY her, and he said he WOULD. "I-I...thank you," was all she could manage to sputter out.

"It's for Fiona," he repeated to ensure there was no miscommunication.

"Yeah. Right. We wouldn't need to get married if it weren't for her." She looked over at Fiona who was still sleeping peacefully on the couch of the station's break room. "We need to come up with a plan."

"Oh, sure. You'll need to get a dress, and I'll need a tux, and-"

"Not for the wedding, Tim. I'm talking about Fiona."

"Yeah. For her. Did Rachel give you any direction about that?"

"She said we have to talk to Fiona's social worker."

"Madison Tait. That's her name," he supplied again.

"Each social worker is different, but I'm thinking if we tell Madison that we promise we'll get married really soon, maybe she'll let me take Fiona home tonight."

"We'll see, but if it's not that simple, I don't want you to get your hopes up."

"I know it goes completely against your nature, but can you please think positively just this once?"

"You're right. Alright, so what else do we need to do, since we're taking Fiona home?"

She looked up at him gratefully for being so optimistic to appease her. "We have to plan a wedding."

"When are we gonna do this?" He referred to their wedding as "this", because his heart could not at all handle the fact that he was marrying Lucy.

"As soon as possible. I mean, we're telling the social worker it's happening soon."

"Soon. Right." He felt his knees wobble. Tim's phone rang, and he almost dropped it when he read who was calling. "It's Ashley," he announced the caller. They exchanged a look to indicate that both of them had momentarily forgotten they were in relationships with other people. "What do I tell her?"

"Crap," she muttered. "I-I don't know."

He declined the call. "We have to come up with what to say to them."

"They deserve that. I guess our wedding should wait until after we've told Chris and Ashley that we're getting married."

Our wedding. She said "OUR wedding", and he had to stuff his hands in his pockets to conceal how they trembled. "So, I'll talk to Ashley after shift, and you tell Chris."

"Maybe we should do this together."

"Together?"

"It was my idea to ask you to marry me. The least I can do is tell your girlfriend."

"She's probably not gonna take it well."

"We can't exactly keep it from her." Unlike the practice kiss they shared to prepare for an undercover asssignment that never happened; neither told their respective partners about that. "I'll explain that it's a completely platonic marriage. Is that crayon on your uniform?" She brushed the waxy yellow stray crayon smear off of his shirt where it had settled but did not stain. "Okay, so let's go to dinner after shift with Chris and Ashley. Oh, do you want to try out that barbecue place you've been talking about?"

"Ashley hates barbecue."

"Who hates barbecue? Whatever. Scratch that then."

"Let's just go to the food trucks."

She nodded. "That could work. I'll do all the talking to try to reason with them."

"We'll see how it goes." He shrugged.