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Quick shout out to my friend, Patty, for letting me use them in this!

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They drove around aimlessly, while Fría, every so often, pointed our various look-out points and such. Most of the time, Elsa was enduring Fría telling stories of various random instances at even more random locations.

"Oh, and over there, by that big green dumpster," the detective said, pointing to a small alley way in between a laundromat and a Chinese take-out place, "that's were Lucy and I busted our first drug deal! Oh, the memories..."

"By 'Lucy', you mean Detective Best, right?" Elsa asked for clarification, since it had only been 20 minutes that she had spent with Fría (discounting their encounter last night, of course). The raven-haired woman nodded, with a smile on her face.

"Yep! That's my Lucy Lou!" Fría began to laugh hysterically, "I only call him that because it's what his mom calls him." she explained, "When we were first paired together, I was a rookie and he was trying to be this hot-shot single cop. However, he lived with his mom and OH she was so much fun."

"That's nice." Elsa had no idea as to how she should've commented, but she figured that it didn't matter. The storytelling simmered down, and it was just the soft hum of the car's engine coupled with the muffled radio. It was some eighties rock channel and Elsa kind of wanted to turn it up, but didn't feel it was her place to.

She took this time, that wasn't spent on trying to grasp what the other woman was saying, to get a better look at her. Sure, it could be argued that she had had enough time to 'get a better look' the night before, but Elsa was pretty drunk. Five tequila shots and three glasses of scotch does that to a person. She, quietly, glanced over at her tour guide and began to appreciate just how attractive she was. She was probably not going to act on this attraction, any more than she already has, but there was no doubt how beautiful Elsa thought Fría was.

In turn, Fría wasn't typically one for pining after her one night stands but she'd be downright lying to herself if she wasn't completely intrigued by the politician. Sober Elsa was not at all like how she was when they were together. This Elsa seemed to be kept and, for a lack of a better word, confined. She wasn't an expert, or anything, but an idiot would be able to see the key differences between her being drunk and being sober. Fría found herself wanting to see the blonde unwind, and not for sexual purposes. Just in general. She didn't care much for a "serious" Elsa.

They came to another red light and Fría decided to break their silence.

"So..." Fría started, "tell me a little about yourself." Elsa began to look at her quizzically.

"What?"

"You know...tell me about yourself." Fría sighed; she thought she was being straight forward. "I've been the one talking, this whole time."

"Well, maybe I just don't wish to speak about myself." Elsa shot back.

"Touché." Fría sat up a little straighter. "But it's kind of unfair that I'm doing all the talking."

"You're the tour guide."

"Touché, encore."

"Look, I just want to get this over with as fast as possible, so we don't have to suffer through this awkwardness." Elsa stated, pointedly. The detective was a little hurt by those words and just decided to focus on the road. Fría digressed; getting to know Elsa better looked like it was going to be a waste of time.

"Fine, miss cranky breeches," Fría said, "sit back and enjoy hell, then." Elsa's shoulders fell, slightly, and she released a short breath.

"Thank you." Sure, the blonde felt really – well, very shitty – about being all snippy and rude, but she just didn't want to admit to herself that she was intrigued by Fría. So, by her own default setting, she was deflecting.

To ease her own suffering, Fría reached over to the radio and began to turn up the volume of the radio station. Elsa was silently pleased. She hoped that Fría wouldn't change the station; she loved eighties music. "Danger Zone" began to make it's way to the surround system of the car and Elsa, discreetly, started tapping her feet.

"Oh, forgive me; I love Kenny Loggins!" Fría suddenly exclaimed, before humming along. Elsa tried her best not to comment on it and began to look through the windshield. She had to admit, Fría humming to a song she actually enjoyed was a bit adorable. But she didn't like it.

They sat in silence, for the next few minutes; both relishing in the comfort of the radio ambience.

...

Because of the awkwardness of the ride, Fría made a pit stop at a Starbucks (because she was technically working, and alcohol would be inappropriate). She casually asked if Elsa wanted anything. The answer, of course, consisted of more than two modifications to which Fría vetoed and said "nah, you're getting a vanilla bean frapp" and made her way inside.

Her day was, ever so brightened, by the presence her favourite barista: the gender-ambiguous Patty.

"Patty! How's my favourite human doing?" Patty smiled, upon seeing the detective.

"Depends on how my favourite Latina is doing." Patty asked.

"Pretty shit, so wipe that smile off your face then." Fría responded as Patty began to look confused.

"Pray tell," Patty said, immediately pulling out a venti cup from the dispenser, "what has you so down?"

"Well...does it count as a crush, even if you've only spent like..." Fría began to do the math in her head, "less than 24 hours together?" Patty began to think as well.

"I'd assume so." Patty responded, filling up the cup with dark roast, "Having trouble making conversation with the lady?"

"You could say that." Fría, casually began to pull out her debit card, "I mean, one would think it'd be easier to speak, after you've already slept together." Fría said. At that statement, Patty dropped the cup, spilling coffee on their shoes.

"Shit, already?" Patty ignored the mess, for the time being, and reached for another cup to start the process over again, "Damn." Fría chuckled.

"Yeah, who knew you could see a one night stand more than once?"

"Well...regarding all those damn rom-coms...a lot of people think it's possible." Patty replied. Fría made a face.

"Are you relating my life to a rom-com?"

"...maybe." Patty finished dispensing the coffee and placed it on the counter. Fría then proceeded to order Elsa's and Patty asked if it was Lucius'. Fría shook her head and stated that it was her 'sort of, not really, but kind of a crush's' drink and Patty got really excited. "OH! She's here?!" Fría shrugged.

"Yeah, she is." Patty pranced around from behind the counter and dragged Fría over to the window. Thank God no one else was in the coffee shop. Obviously, Patty began to stare intently at the squad car. When Patty focused, a loud gasp escaped them.

"No way..." Patty turned to look at the detective, "is that Elsa Eriksson? The conservative politician?" Fría shrugged.

"I mean, Rourke told me she was a counselor, so I'm gonna say 'yes'." Patty gasped louder.

"Dude!" Patty exclaimed, slapping Fría in the shoulder, "She was my professor, two years ago! When I was doing my undergrad honour's thesis!" Fría began rubbing the wounded area.

"Dude!" Fría repeated, "Why'd you smack me?!"

"She's married, you cabbage-head!" Fría's eyes went wide, at that statement.

"Well, I'm sorry!" the raven-haired woman replied, "It's not like people say, 'oh, before we engage in the particular acts of coitus, just wanted to say I'm married'." Patty gave an eye-roll.

"Just letting you know, before you get ahead of your hormones." Patty supplied. "I understand your dilemma now; she's kind of a bitch." Fría frowned.

"I had that much figured out," Fría took a sip of her coffee, "I sorta like that. Feisty." Patty offered a disgusted look.

"Ew, that's my teacher."

"Your teacher: My Sunday night." Fría corrected. Patty made a face and appeared to be in deep thought.

"Is that a porn title?" Fría shrugged.

"Pretty sure it could be."

"Well," Patty continued, satisfied with the detective's answer, "I'll go make her stuff, and try not to spit in it."

"Don't tell me that; I could slap a health hazard on this place." Fría said, which caused a laugh from Patty.

After Patty made Elsa's drink, Fría bid her friend farewell, and began to make the journey back to the car. When she sat down, Fría passed Elsa her beverage.

"What took you so long?" Elsa inquired. Even though it was not the drink that she wanted, she wasn't opposed to anything vanilla. Despite her distaste for it, potentially becoming a given name to her by the detective, she liked it. Fría just shrugged.

"Saw a friend of mine, working there. Sorry if that was more of an inconvenience for you." Fría apologized, while maintaining a straight face. The comment made by the blonde, earlier, still kind of stung. Elsa cringed at the expression on Fría's face, knowing she caused it.

"Oh, no, um..." Elsa began, "it's just...uh, you got a call on the radio." while Fría was in the Starbucks, a bunch of radio calls started coming in. All the shouting was giving Elsa a headache so she just turned off the receiver.

"You could've came and got me." Fría supplied.

"Well everyone else was going, so I thought we could wait." Elsa said, sipping her drink awkwardly. Fría sighed, and turned her radio back on. The shouting was back and Fría merely fumbled with some buttons, and reduced the amount of incoming signals.

"Detective Martinez, requesting clarification of the alert. Over." Fría said, into the device. Immediately a response came back.

"Gaston, responding. Over." A man's voice said as it came through.

"What's happening? Over." Fría asked.

"Homicide. Get your ass over here. Over."

"Roger."

"My name's Gaston. Over."

"Shutup, idiot. Over." suddenly, another voice came over the radio. Elsa recognized it as the asian woman from the station.

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET HERE. Over."

"Roger that, Mulan. Over." with a quick motion, that shut off the radio, Fría looked to Elsa. "You might wanna plug your ears." Elsa was about to question why, when Fría switched the sirens on. "Hang on tight, Vanilla!" Fría exclaimed quickly driving the car out of the parking lot.