Author's note : This story is dedicated to Serinah on her birthday. Happy Birthday ! Mmmh, also, don't read anything into it.

Nothing belongs to me, and I'm not making one euro out of it ! ;-)

Sally Donovan was not having a good day. Today was paperwork day, and thus had seen her buried away in her office, writing, checking, filing, dying... She'd barely stopped for lunch, hoping to finish early, and could now feel the beginning of a tension headache working its way up from her stiff shoulders.

"Sergeant Sally Donovan ?"

Welcoming the opportunity for distraction, she smiled at the young man standing at the door. He could not have been older than 20, dressed in one of "The Flower Shop" uniforms and was bearing a beautiful pink, orange and green bouquet.

"Yes ?"

"Flower delivery for you ! Please sign here."

She could feel herself smiling, the tension easing away from her shoulders. He remembered ! Sure, Valentine's Day was just a holiday invented by florists and card-makers, but still... Always nice to get flowers, wasn't it ?

Maybe he'd planned something after all ? He did have today off... Perhaps he'd...

Careful, now... Her inner voice warned. Don't read too much into it, or you'll be disapointed...

Shushing the voice, Sally decided she wanted to savour it. Taking her time, she got a vase, filled it with water, and arranged the flowers nicely. It really brightens the room. I should buy myself flowers once in a while. I've always loved them, she thought.

Only when she was satisfied with the way each individual flower stood did Sally sit down and open the card.

"A vibrant bouquet for a vibrant lady ! Sorry we can't be together tonight. Love, S."

Oh...

What were you expecting ? The voice in her head sneered. A romantic candlelit dinner ? A declaration that he was ready to leave his wife for you ? You're so stupid sometimes it amazes even me.

Sometimes the voice sounded like her mother, and sometimes it sounded like the Freak. Trust them to still torment her from beyond the grave.

You've brought this on yourself ! The voice continued, openly disgusted now. Nice girls get romantic gestures, week-end aways and marriage proposals. But you're not a nice girl, are you ? Oh no... And bad girls, like you, get "Sorry" flowers. He's probably busy planning his evening with his wife. Telling her he loves her, giving her jewelry... Did he ever get you anything ? Oh, yes ! That's right ! The gift of loneliness and being The Other Woman. Very fetching...

Righteous anger filled her. Fuck him ! Fuck this ! Who does he think he is ? Sending me flowers and a card, like that makes everything alright ! I'm done with him, done with this ! I'm better than this ! I'm Sally Fucking Donovan !

For once, the voice stayed silent. Maybe it didn't have a reply. Maybe it approved. Who knew... Only one thing she knew : she was going to get that damn promotion and curse Anderson to hell and back.