Into The Blue || Blue Bloods Fanfiction

23; An Awkward Exchange

A couple of days later, Noelle was driving down the road, carefully navigating her SUV in the heavy city traffic as she drove toward her apartment with Spencer sitting beside her. She lightly tapped the brakes, coming to a stop behind a taxi cab, and nervously chewed on her bottom lip as her mind began to wander.

While the car idled for several minutes, Spencer glanced out the passenger window at the cars surrounding them, then turned his head to look out the windshield, spying several more cars.

He let out a low whistle. "Damn, I thought I-275 was bad."

"Mm-hm," she hummed, not listening to him.

Realizing his comment had been ignored, he turned his head to look at her, seeing that something was weighing heavily on her mind. "You know, if I had my car, we could just use the siren." He would never use his lights or siren to get through traffic, he just wanted a reaction out of her.

When that didn't work, he joked, "Or I could just hit that special button under the dash and make the wings come out on the car and fly over everyone."

As she remained silent, he let out a sigh. "Okay, Elle, out with it."

"What?" She blinked and came out of a daze, then turned to look at him. "Wait, did you just say something about a flying car?"

"So you were listening." He chuckled and saw her nod her head, a small smile appeared on her face, but he could tell it wasn't a genuine one.

"Seriously, Elle, what's going on?" he questioned. "I don't want to be that guy, the one who thinks you're all tore up over me, so tell me what's going on. Don't make me turn into that conceited and cocky guy-"

"What are you talking about?" she cut him off with a laugh.

Seeing the car in front of her begin to move, she moved her foot to the gas pedal and lightly pressed down, causing the car to roll down the road. Glancing over at him for a moment before looking back in front of her, she added, "You love being conceited and cocky."

"True, but still, talk to me. Tell me what is going through that beautiful head of yours." He laid his head back against the headrest and turned it slightly to look at her.

She slowly shook her head, a small puff of air escaped her lips. "The better question is, what's not going through my head."

She glanced at him for a moment before looking back at the traffic, hitting the brakes when the taxi in front of her came to a quick stop.

"You're here and you're hurt...by God knows who. Maybe someone who's working with Jimmie, who knows-"

"Or it was random," he interrupted her. He knew she was right, there was a chance this was tied to Jimmie and frankly- he didn't believe in coincidences, but he didn't want to give her something else to freak out about.

She shot him a quick look, letting him know she didn't believe that and knew he didn't either.

"Okay, fine, you want to go that route...maybe it was random, but the fact remains, you were stabbed, Spence."

"So? You think this is the first time I ended up in a hospital?" He shrugged. "Growing up, the local hospital knew me by first name because I was in it so much. If I was on anything with wheels; skateboard, dirt bike, four-wheelers..." As he named each one he held up a finger, counting off each one. "You name it, I crashed it. I was constantly covered in bruises and cuts."

He motioned toward his injured side. "This is just another scar."

"Don't do that." Noelle shook her head, then looked over at him, a concerned look on her face. "Don't try to brush this off like it's no big deal."