West Coast Represent (Mouse/Chicago P.D)

Chapter One

Stella woke up bright and early the next morning. Later that day, she would be leaving Los Angeles, and moving back home to Chicago with her father. What a culture shock that would be. From sunny Los Angeles, to snowy, cold Chicago. Stella laughed at thought.
Once she was settled, she left her apartment, handing the key back to the  housing department, saying a soft thank you before climbing back into her car.
Her car would be getting locked onto the back of the moving van and taken to Chicago, to meet her there. Stella had her bags packed, and was on her way to the airport.
After her car was hooked to the moving van, she stood on the sidewalk and called for a cab, minutes later, her cab pulled up next to her.
"Where to?" The driver asked, as she climbed into the back seat.
"Airport, please." She replied.
"You leaving LA?" The driver asked, and he began driving to the airport.
"Yeah, I'm moving back home with my dad." Stella said, with a soft smile.
"Oh, wait. You're the lady cop that was kicked out of the district right?" The driver asked.
"Yep, that'd be me." She replied, shaking her head.
"Stupid if you ask me. You did a good thing by getting Carlos Rojas and his guys off the streets, and they kick you out." The driver shook his head, Stella nodded,
"They got his guys?" Stella asked.
"Yeah, new reel came out last night. Said the cops finally got them. Said Rojas was scared into giving them up." Stella nodded, satisfied.
"Well, I bet they regret kicking me out now." She said, a smirk plastered across her face.
"Like I said, stupid if them to kick you out." The driver complimented.
"Well, thank you. At least I know myself and my former partner aren't the only ones who think so."
"Definitely not. There's been angry people going in and out of the district since last night, to complain about them kicking you out."
"Good, the pigs in that place deserve it." Stella snorted.
"Well, here you are m'lady. LAX." The driver said, pulling up to the side.
"Thank you so much." She went to hand him her payment, but he put his hands up,
"Keep it. You did a good thing for this city. This one was on the house." The driver told her.
"No, take it. I've got enough myself." She placed the money in his hand, and the driver gave her a smile.
"Good luck, with wherever you're going, detective. Thank you." Stella nodded at the man, and gave a wave before entering the airport.
About an hour later, Stella was waiting on the airport for her plane to arrive, when her phone began buzzing.
ZACK MEYERS it read, Stella immediately picked it up.
"Hello?" Stella answered.
"Stel, hey." Meyers answered.
"What's up, Zack?"
"I know about going back to Chicago...I just...I wanted to say goodbye." He said.
"I know, I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye, but, I needed to leave ASAP." She replied.
"I understand. I'm just gonna miss having you around, Y'know, working with you, and all." Stella could practically here the sadness in his voice.
Stella and Zack were always close from day one. Partners and close friends, Stella had even talked with him about being a little more than friends, Zack had no problem with it. Nothing major ever came of it, except for the once or twice that they had hooked up after work. Okay, so maybe it was more than once or twice, but it was never anything serious. But, now that Stella was leaving, she felt a huge surge of guilt and regret. Should she had made something serious of their relationship? All these thought ran through her mind, but she couldn't stay in Los Angeles.
"I'll miss you too, Zack. Believe me." She said, silently brushing a tear off her face.
"Flight 374 to Chicago is now boarding. Flight 374 to Chicago is now boarding, thank you." Came a voice over the PA System.
"I guess your cue to hang up, huh?" Meyers said from the other line.
"Yeah, I guess so. But, look, this isn't goodbye, ok? This is only see you later." Stella reassured.
"You're right. I'll see you later, Stel." He said.
"See you later, Zack." Stella said, hanging up the phone, and picking up her carry on, before boarding her plane.
Stella took her seat by the window, and looked out at the sunny outside, and glanced down at her phone, her lock screen popping up. It was a picture of her and her dad, the last time he'd come to see her. She smiled at the photo, just as a voice rang out over the speakers;
"Attention passengers, please turn off all electronic devices, we will be taking off monetarily." Stella leaned her head against the window, happy that no one was sitting with her, and plugged in her headphones, and before she knew it, the plane was taking off.
"Chicago, here I come." She said, before slowly drifting off to sleep.