Finding You Always

Heartstrings

Finding You Always

Chapter 7: Heartstrings

Johnny looked tired and weary that afternoon, as he arrived back at the station.

"Did you get it all cleaned off?" Graham asked, he dropped the bucket and brushes.

"Bloody hell...that graffiti is everywhere! I tell ya' if I catch the little wankers that are doin' it, you'll be lockin' me up again," Johnny complained. David smiled.

"There does seem to be some troublemakers that hang out down at the Docks," he mentioned. Graham nodded.

"I've never been able to catch them in the act, but you seem to have better luck than me," Graham replied. David rolled his eyes.

"Please tell me I'm done for the day," Johnny whined.

"The day's not over. The patrol cars need a good wash," Graham ordered. Johnny groaned and stormed off.

"You're enjoying this," David teased.

"I am," Graham agreed, as David went out to meet Emma at the soon returned, carrying Emma on his back and her face was lit up in the pure delight of having a daddy for these seemingly simple moments.

"Hi Graham!" she called, cheerfully. He smiled.

"Hey kiddo...how was school?" she asked.

"Good...it's the first school I've actually liked," Emma replied, as David let her down.

"Is Ruby babysitting me tonight?" Emma asked.

"Just for a little while if that's okay?" David asked in return. Emma nodded eagerly and sat down at they desk they had designated for her. She liked Ruby a lot and her parents were going on a real date. And that meant maybe they'd remember faster. David noticed Graham's sly look

"Got a babysitter for tonight, eh?" he asked. David rolled his eyes.

"It's just dinner," he replied.

"Where are you taking her?" Graham asked. David sighed. He should have known Graham would grill him.

"I thought about that nice restaurant around the corner...but Mary Margaret is special so it just seemed a little generic. Then Granny offered to pack us a picnic for the park," David replied.

"That's adorable," Graham said, only slightly teasing. David gave him a pointed look.

"Seriously though, that's great. Mary Margaret is the kindest soul I've ever met. She deserves someone good," Graham replied, approval in his tone.

"Thanks," David replied.

Dr. Whale tossed his scrubs in the laundry bin and promptly left the hospital that night. He got in his car and jumped in surprise, as a masked man sat up in his back seat and cocked a gun. The doctor gulped, his eyes widening in fear.

"Drive," he ordered. Whale obeyed and did exactly what he was told.

If David had ever been this nervous for a date, he had no memory of it, of course. That was the curse or maybe the blessing of being an almost blank slate. But he was almost sure he hadn't. Mary Margaret was beautiful, kind, and everything he could ever want in a woman. And the connection they had...though they had just met, he was irrevocably drawn to her. He had given thought to who Emma's mother might have been. He wondered if they were in love. He wondered if he had felt drawn to her like he did to Mary Margaret. But with no one in his supposed hometown coming forward or offering answers, he decided that it wasn't worth pursuing. Moving forward with his life and raising Emma was what mattered now.