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Ryan Tanner is a trained patrol officer...he notices the way Andrea Herrera's face and eyes light up when the new Captain of Station 19
appears at the door, carrying a bottle of wine and leaning on a cane...he overheard A Shift talking about his being injured on a tricky call the
previous day...he sees the way she takes his arm-the one not holding the cane-and guides him into the kitchen area, taking his jacket first
and piling it atop the other coats and jackets atop an easy chair. He said something, and she erupted in giggles, slapping playfully at his
arm (he also recognized the way she stood with her left hip cocked toward him as one of her 'mating signals)...
Ben Warren passed by and asked a question about the Seahawks game this Sunday: "I KNOW the 'Fuzz' get good tickets to the 'Hawks
games, Man! Hook a Brother up!"
"I have a few in my ride-see me before you go."
Ben laughs, "Which will be soon! Miranda Bailey is probably pacing the living room, muttering, BEN WARREN, if you don't GET YO' ASS
HOME-and you BEST NOT be drunk!" That ship has sailed: Ben needs a LYFT or UBER at this point. He leaves, and Maya Bishop takes his place.
Ryan nods to the very chummy Rober Sullivan and his on-again off-again hook-up partner. 'How long's THAT been going on?"
Maya is pretty drunk herself. She peers blearily at the two, and stage whispers "Sullivan and Andy? Shit; they mi' be bangin' she kinda
feels him, from what she tol' me...shhhhhh! Keep it quiet!"
"I'll say this, and it's not a criticism-I much prefer off-duty, plain clothes, laid back Robert Sullivan to on-duty LOOMING, BROODY, STOIC
Captain Sullivan," Andrea says, a little flirty.
"In my defense-I'm six-four, so the 'LOOMING' part I can't control. I'm working on the other...you didn't say cryptic did you; I over-
heard cryptic while passing the gym, once."
Tilting her head just the slightest bit Lt Herrera purrs "I did not say cryptic-too long a sentence, but you are that...not TONIGHT, though!"
Sullivan grins and says "I must be inspired."
Tanner quickly takes out his phone and texts: {want me to wait up?}
Excusing herself, Andy scans the text, and quickly taps in {nah-it's cool...I'll text you}
This REALLY surprised the police officer and he tapped "[say 'what's up' to gibson'] and added a middle finger emoji. He angrily threw
his device to the floor, slammed his car into 'drive' and peeled out of the driveway of the Herrera, Bishop, DeLuca duplex.
Andy replied ['blocked'].
Robert commented (with a wry grin) "Your 'boyfriend' getting antsy? I don't want to hold you up."
"Um...me despides, entonces ?, she quipped sassily. "A TI? NUNCA! he shot back flirtatiously.
"Tanner is a, um...close friend of mine."
"Huh. Nice cologne."
Andy blushed, realizing that Sullivan SURELY MUST smell the 'sex' she and Tanner had twenty minutes or so ago along with Ryan's
fragrance. She decided to deflect: "I'm glad that you came, but I'm concerned about your leg- you're walking with a CANE."
"I'm good; Grey's medical staff advised that I use this stick for a bit. And I honestly DON'T want to keep you from continuing your
evening with your...'close friend'.
"Captain Sullivan, is that appropriate?" she flirted. "How about some champagne, while you have a think about it." She poured them
them each a flute of 'bubbly' and handed him one. "Have you had your 'think'?"
"Oh YES," he responded with a wink. They chatted for a bit more, and then Robert stated that he needed to go. "You've had two
flutes of champagne; should you operate a motor vehicle?"
"Probably not with SPD on the loose."
"You could...I mean...you could stay HERE...if you want."
TBC
~~Translations~~
me despides, entonces?-you're blowing me off, then?
A TI? NUNCA-You? NEVER.