Most Wanted // G.D

Detective Douche

Grayson felt like he'd just killed someone. Watching his wife's eyes well with uncontrollable tears as she gently and ever so carefully placed her newly brewed cup of tea onto the kitchen bench. It hadn't even touched her lips yet - never made it past her tastebuds or down her throat.

"Y–you want what?" her voice as soft as it could be. She was almost afraid to ask again because she knew she'd heard him correctly the first time. But the pain in her chest, the sting coming from her heart made it almost impossible to understand what Grayson was saying.

Grayson closed his eyes tight, holding back his own tears because once he said it out loud it sounded stupid. Ridiculous to even think this was the solution to his problems. But he couldn't take it back now, it was out. He'd said it.

"I think I want a divorce"

Little over a year later his words were still haunting him, not that he ever thought they would stop haunting him. He just thought maybe as time passed the feeling of heartbreak and denial would ease. Would go away overnight. And as he drove away from the precinct with his mind clouded and heart heavy he couldn't help but have to remind himself to breathe, and having Ethan sitting shotgun with a grin upon his face similar to the Cheshire cat wasn't making things any easier for detective Dolan.

"So Y/n's back–"

"No, we aren't talking about this" Grayson fired at Ethan as he drove towards Rodney Baxter's office, shaking his head slightly as he gripped the steering wheel tight. "I don't want to talk about her–"

"She took the case from you, didn't she?" pressing, Ethan still smirked wildly. He had always enjoyed the drama that seemed to follow his younger brother anywhere in life he went. Especially drama that surrounded the breakup of his once seemingly perfect marriage.

"Ethan I said I didn't wanna talk about it alright, chill, or I'll make sure you don't see the sun for at least a week alright?" Graysons threatening tone made the smirk on Ethan's face slowly disappear. "I'm sure the rest of the forensics team would love for you to make an appearance down stairs more than 3 times a week? You wanna be a fucking homicide liaison?" Grayson snapped, turning his head to face Ethan as he pulled up to the lights on main street. "Start acting like one."

"Someones cranky" Ethan teased, shifting in his seat a little. "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed did ya? Or did your ex-wife decide to surprise you when you least–" Ethan wasn't given a chance to finish his sentence. Stuck down by Grayson's fist to his shoulder. Laughing at his brother's sudden rage. The topic of Y/n always got Grayson riled up.

"Shut the fuck up E, I don't wanna hear another word outta you unless you're questioning this Baxter guy." Grayson groaned deciding that the best course of action to take before he totally blew his top was to ignore the pest that sat in his passenger seat.

Meanwhile, the other detective Dolan was checking herself into her hotel room, trying to make the rather small space her home for however long she'd be staying in Jersey. Hopefully not for too long, working alongside her ex wasn't something Y/n dreamed of doing. Not after she ran as far away from him as she possibly could.

For Y/n, the sudden and unexpected realisation that Grayson wanted a divorce hit her harder than anything ever had before. The way he brought it up one random morning as she was making herself a cup of tea just moments after carefully untangling herself from his sprawled out limbs and twisted sheets haunted her worse than any case she'd ever worked on. The way he had said the night before how much he loved her while buried deep inside her had her head searching for answers as to what she could have done wrong within the space of 12 hours.