Never had Bridget Westfall met anyone quite like Francesca Doyle. The girl was an enigma, one of a kind and definitely not Bridget's normal 'type'. If anything, Bridget tried to convince herself, she was merely intrigued by the girl. The mid-length black hair, the many tattoos, the badass attitude and admittedly the obvious physical attractiveness. Yeah, she was well and truly absorbed in to the mystery that was Franky Doyle and she loved every fucking second of it.
Looking up from Franky's open file and towards the clock, Bridget noted she had no more than 2 minutes until the woman herself would make her presence known and Bridget noted that the strange sensations in the pit of her stomach had started up again. 'Damn you Franky,' she whispered into the silence, 'not even in the room but you still hold your power'.
One minute to go, the feeling intensified. Words like professionalism and position whirled around her head as she closed the file and replaced it at the top of her draw. Thirty seconds, Bridget straightened her jacket and took a seat back at her desk and fiddled with the pens and pencils layer out in front of her.
Ten,
Nine,
Eight,
Seven,
Bridget kept her eyes fixed on the clock, counting down every last second. She heard the hushed conversation of Vera and the inmate she longed to see right outside her office door.
Six,
Five,
Four,
Three,
Two sharp knocks on the door caused a deep inhale from Bridget. 'Come in!' was her simple reply as she looked back to the clock.
Two,
One...
"Franky Doyle for you, Miss Westfall."
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She Calls Me Gidget.. (Fridget//Franky&Bridget)
FanfictionThey were never meant to happen, it was unprofessional and not at all easy but it did happen and neither could be happier about it.. ***im not one for sticking to the storyline of a show, so to be fair this will be fairly au however some scenes may...
