Tim has a bad day. His girlfriend dumps him, he punches an FBI Agent, and they're getting a new girl in the office. He hooks up with a mysterious woman from a local joint, only to find out that she's their new co-worker. As Helen O'Malley settles mo...
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Hilly followed Tim through the courthouse, keeping a watchful eye on everyone around her, always walking three steps behind him, just in his peripheral vision. He didn't miss the fact that her hand stayed on her holster as she walked, either. She wanted him to know she was observing him, taking in how he handled her gaze.
He held the door open for her and pointed to his truck, figuring Hilly wouldn't just follow him into the parking lot. They walked down the stone steps in silence, and Tim was growing to hate the indifference and tension he felt between them.
"Tim!"
He groaned quietly as he slowed his pace and turned. It was Abby, standing on the steps with a worried look on her soft face. The October wind was strong, and she had on a thick cardigan over her sundress, one hand holding it closed over her chest as the other tried in vain to hold her honey blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Friend of yours?" Hilly asked, smirking.
"Here," Tim said, handing Hilly the keys to his truck, "I'll be out in a minute."
"What if I steal it?"
Tim gave her a withering glare and snatched the keys out of her hand, "Go sit on the bed, then."
Hilly snickered as she turned and walked toward the parking lot. Tim turned and made his way back up to where Abby was.
"I thought you might call me this weekend," she said, tugging some of her hair behind her ear.
"Why would I?" he asked, a bit sharper than he meant to, and her face fell. Tim's stomach turned at the sight, and he had to fight himself so he wouldn't reach out and pull her in his arms to apologize.
"Well," she said, then bit her lip. She thought for a moment, then spoke quietly, "The note."
"I haven't read it yet, Abs, I'm sorry. I was... busy with work this weekend," he lied, but it tasted sour on his tongue. He didn't owe her an explanation, she had broken up with him, but it still felt dirty to lie about sleeping with someone else.
"Oh," she nodded, "call me when you do."
"I'll read it tonight when I get home, but can't you just tell me what it says now?"
"No," Abby shook her head, "just read it when you can, Tim."
She turned and started making her way back toward the courthouse, but Tim couldn't help himself, "Abby, just tell me."
"Read the note, Tim, then come see me," she told him, and then she was gone.
Tim groaned again to himself and went back toward the parking lot. Hilly was perched on the tailgate, her legs swinging as she looked all too at home in his truck.
"Are you ready to go or do you have a therapy session before we leave?"
"You're funny," he deadpanned, shooing her off the bed and closing it as she hopped off.
