ROOKIES

What Suit?

SHERIFF

I can try and hide it but I know what type of car wrecked our town last night. Race car. If Mr. Fabulous realises that this morning, and please don't let him realise, then sparks will fly and the whole entire god damn ceiling will fall. That's why I didn't sleep last night, at least, it's partly why.

I'm sitting at the table, crouched over the paper but not really reading it, when the rookie appears. Hell yeah, he got his beauty sleep. He's wearing my shirt and I know he is because it's the shirt I first kissed him in. Wearing it now he looks like he's never aged.

Before he notices me I kick the bottle of the whisky under the table. Then he is there. Then his lips meet my hand, "Good mornin' darlin'," He breaths. Spots dance in his eyes. He rubs his hands against them to properly wake himself up.

"Did you get any sleep?"

I shake my head, "Sleep is for the weak,"

Mr. Fabulous just laughs lightly, "How many donuts do you need?" He asks.

"At least, four," He laughs again. I love the sound of his laugh.

I watch as Mr. Fabolous looks at me, grinning, and then reaching for a bottle of whisky that sits opposite him. Before he can take a swing, I interrupt him. 

"Not in my town you don't," I say, peeling my husband's hands away from the cold glass of the accursed bottle, "It's five in the morning." Mr. Fabolouses eyes are full of disappointment. He still donns the infamous blue racing jacket, the collar turned up against his cheeks. And even though he had stopped racing long ago, I had never been able to steal the jacket off his shoulders. Most people in the town now thought my rookies jacket was nothing more than merchandise brought at a cheap low-rate store.

"You can't fight me," Mr. Fabolous says, "You never win." 

And I'm like, "I know but hey." Leaning over, I place a kiss on my husband's cheek. There is something remarkably childish about the way a blush rises in Doc's cheeks and then I straighten out to gaze at him again.

"Alright," I say, "Just one drop. Your needed in court today."  

"I know," My rookie popped the cork off the bottle, "I'll be there," He says, taking a swing from the bottle and letting the liquid spill down his throat. Cold, refreshing and bitter all at once. 

I could do nothing but stand there as I watched my husband turn away from me, leaving the whisky unfinished, the paper unread. He walked over to the wardrobe. Suits hang on the battered cloth hangers. Navy blue and black. 

His hand draped up to the fabric of a tell-tale baby blue suit. Dismissivly he shock his head and let his hand fell away.

"Sheriff." My husband called. I still hadn't moved, but the sound of my name on Doc's lips sent me running. Walking over to wear the suits lay, I put my hand on the door's frame and leaned in to watch him. 

Mr. Fabolous stood, hands on his, glaring spectativly at the dozens of suits that lined the racks. 

"Which one should I wear?" He questioned, "I want to make an impression. I want hm to see me and know exactly how bad he messed up," I ran a hand through my ruffled hair. 

"Ok," I said, "You know I don't actually want you to end up in jail," Leaning closer, Doc placed a hand on my chest. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me but then he drew away. 

"You know you couldn't. I could beat you any time anywhere. You don't stand a chance." He did kiss me then and then turned to glare at the suits hanging up around him. 

"Now," His words were drawn out as if in deep thought, "Which suit would it be?" I complemented the question. Navy blue was DOC'S GO TOO, but whilst he did look hellishly handsome in it, it was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would make the ground tremble and the court whisper. Black...

Black made Doc look even more elegant than he already did. It made his features seem sharper. The colour didn't draw out Mr. Fabolous's eyes that much but they could work around that.

"Black," I concluded, "Navy blue eyeshadow. I'll help you with that if you want,"Doc bit his lip, nodded, his hand draped up to where a black suit lay draped over a hanger. He took it off.

The two of them got ready to appear in Court. Sheriff and judge alike.

It was going to be a long day.