Plot: Karlie is a cop and Taylor is getting tired of being neglected because of her job.
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"Well good evening, officer!" Taylor cheerily greets her girlfriend as she returns home from work.
Karlie smirks and hangs her hat on a hook by the door. She pulls Taylor in for a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before lazily switching the kettle on to boil and then plopping down in a kitchen chair. Karlie pulls her laptop up and opens it, beginning to click away at her keyboard.
"Honey?" Taylor says with a nervous smile plastered to her face. Her girlfriend had practically ignored her warm welcome home and now she was working again.
"Mmm," Karlie replies in a dismissive manner.
"Um...I thought we could watch a movie tonight? Or play a board game."
There's a brief pause. Karlie doesn't look up from her laptop and types away, "Not tonight, I'm working on an important case."
The kettle finishes boiling and the switch clicks back into place. "Could you fix me a coffee? This is gonna be an all nighter."
"An all nighter?" Taylor frowns, pouring Karlie a cup of coffee into her favourite mug. "I'm sleeping alone again tonight and then you're taking off in the morning?"
"Don't work on Sunday," Karlie says bluntly. She doesn't even blink in Taylor's direction as she sets down her mug.
"Oh, so you'll be sleeping all day? I get it," Taylor bites.
"Okay, what's wrong? I'm sensing something is wrong," Karlie says, looking up from the laptop and straight at her girlfriend for the first time since her arrival.
"I'm sensing something is wrong!" Taylor repeats mockingly. "What's wrong is that we can never spend time with each other anymore. You keep taking on these huge cases and I'm left to the side."
It's true. Karlie is one for volunteering to do the dirtiest of the dirty work. Bank robberies, murders, missing person files, she wanted them all. It was big money for her and a good name in her Chief's books. A good name in her city's books. Karlie liked her job, she was good at it. Exceptional, even. Everyone had seen a certain tall, athletic, green eyed hero on their television screens once every few months. She was the face of her city's police department. Some might even call her famous or a celebrity. But no matter how much Karlie liked her occupation, she liked Taylor more. And she was starting to realise that things weren't working out between the two lately.
"You're not getting left to the side, come here," Karlie says, opening her arms for a hug.
"Not while you're in that uniform," Taylor grumbles and folds her arms.
"Come on, sweets," Karlie coaxes using a nickname she knows Taylor can't resist.
Taylor can't help but blush, much to her annoyance. She doesn't want to be all lovey dovey with this woman right now. This woman who keeps hurting her feelings time and time again without solid apologies. It's always "I have this important case" or "You need to understand that this is my job" with Karlie.
"Don't call me that," Taylor says with her nose in the air. "Did you even say hello to Juliette today? She's been waiting for her mother to come home all night and I had to put her to bed screaming."
"Don't give me that, you know I love Jules," Karlie sighs, knowing all too well where this is going.
"That's not what I asked, I asked if you'd seen her today."
