Dreams Do Come True

Chapter Two

It was a slow day at the Precinct which was both a blessing and a curse; it meant no major crimes had taken place, but it also meant that Gavin was stuck with paperwork – something that he despised doing and would often neglect to do, and then in situations like today, he now has a mountain of neglected paperwork to get through. It was beginning to drive him mental, and oddly enough, Gavin was beginning to get on Nines' nerves. Understand that Nines can deal with every annoying, conceivable flaw that Gavin has, but today Gavin had managed to push Nines over the edge.

"Let's go get some lunch. Out of the office." Nines suggested, placing his pen down and leaning back against his chair, blue eyes looking over at Gavin.
"Best idea you've had all day." Gavin agreed a bit too quickly, though it didn't come as a surprise to Nines.
Typical that Gavin would agree to anything that would get him out of doing paperwork. Nevertheless, Nines hadn't seen Gavin consume anything nutritious since arriving at the Precinct. This would be a great subtle way to get him to consume some sustenance.

Gavin drove downtown, a little bit away from the Precinct just so he didn't feel so closed-in with work; he wanted to enjoy his food not think about work. But as luck would have it, his phone rang. "You gotta be fucking kidding me! Can't even take a lunch break!" came the grumbled as one hand left the steering wheel to answer the phone, only for his hand to be swatted away.
"I'll answer it, you need to abide by the road laws."
"Bite me. If it's Fowler, remind him that he does have other fucking officers there."

It wasn't Fowler. It was an unknown number, but local, according to the area code. "Detective Reed's phone."
"Is this Gavin Reed?" "Detective Reed is currently driving. May I ask what the nature of the call is?"
"I'm Doctor William Kent from the Detroit General Hospital, I'm calling to let Mr. Reed know that his partner is currently admitted under our care." "Any injuries?" "No, she came through the emergency from fainting."
"What was the cause?"
"A panic attack most likely."
"We're on our way."

"What?" Gavin asked as Nines ended the call but continued to hold the communications device in his hands to prevent Gavin from breaking the law of being on the phone while driving. He ought to upgrade his car a little, get a Bluetooth speaker that can accept incoming and outgoing calls. Or invest in a phone cradle at the very least. What was the point in becoming a Detective if you weren't going to uphold the law?

"Y/N has been admitted to the Detroit General Hospital under –" "Why? What's wrong? Is she hurt? Did they say anything?" Gavin interrupted in a mild state of his own panic, Nines noticing his stress levels rising a little bit. "Under the emergency of fainting from a panic attack." Nines calmly finished despite being interrupted.

Gripping the steering wheel of the car tightly to the point where his knuckles turned white, Gavin forced himself to keep to the speed limit as he took a left turn instead of going straight ahead to their original location. You weren't injured, that was his main priority. You weren't injured. But you fainted. You weren't pregnant, it wasn't a hot day, and as far as he knew you didn't have a fever... It was just... Stress. He knew you were stressing over your studies but he didn't think it was this bad. Was he really that shit of a boyfriend that he overlooked the clues of your stress levels? What kind of Detective doesn't pick up on displays of body behavior?

Gavin had been oddly quiet since the phone call and arriving at the hospital. Mentally beating himself up for not being as attentive to her as a boyfriend should. He was so caught up in a case that he took to working around the clock in order to bring it close.

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"Babe? I gotta stay back. We've got a lead and we're so close." The dreaded phone call came through one night, but you weren't surprised or frustrated. He had began coming home late at night so you knew he was working on a case that required a lot of his attention as well as priority of needing to bring it to a close before anything more bad comes of it.
"It's fine, Gavin. Honestly. Just make sure you eat something. Coffee isn't food."
"You sound like Nines."
"Well maybe you should listen. You're a good Detective but you're a shit listener." You both chuckled at the light teasing before he needed to get back to work.
"I love you Gavin."
"Yeah. Yeah... I love you too. G'night Babe."
"'Night."
You both hung up and Gavin remembered how lucky he felt to have someone who understood him and his position. Granted, he didn't have to stay back and pull an all-nighter, but when he had a lead and he was on a roll, it was best to let him go. His previous partner didn't understand and he would often come home to a pissed-off partner, yelling arguments ensued...
But with you, he came home to a home-cooked meal wrapped up in the fridge so all he had to do was microwave it, sometimes there was a little note on the fridge of microwave door that simply read 'I love you.' One time you even put a note on the coffee machine with two large letters, 'NO' and a frowny face.
Guess you caught on to the fact that he'd come home and have a coffee before bed. A bad habit you were trying to get him out of.