San Francisco - Lindsay Boxer's Apartment
Lindsay yawned and stretched out, her mind expecting to find someone next to her but not exactly sure why. When her hand found the bed empty, her eyes popped open in realization.
"Oh, God."
And then came the realization that she was naked and that there was a condom wrapper in bed with her.
"Oh, God."
And that would be when she pulled the pillow over her head in a vain attempt to smother herself. This was bad on so many levels that Linz could barely keep count. First off was the fact that Tom was her ex-husband and if we just left it at that Linz could probably brush the whole thing off. However there was the issue that Tom was also her boss. And engaged to be married. And-
"Oh, God. Just kill me now."
Unfortunately for Linz, God wasn't listening today. Or if God was listening he chose that time for her phone to start ringing. She groaned and reached for the phone seeing the familiar number pop up on the screen. "Boxer."
"Good morning," came the grizzled voice of her partner. "We caught a new one. How soon can you be down here?"
"Give me twenty and I'll meet you outside the station," she said and quickly hung up. She swung her legs out of bed and headed to the closet only to step on something sharp. Her swearing was cut short as she picked up the object off the ground.
Tom's badge.
"Oh, fuck me."
Which of course he did, so that was probably an unfortunate phrase to use. She tossed the badge on her nightstand and grabbed whatever clothes looked the cleanest as she prepared for what she was sure to be the most Awkward. Day. Ever.
"Oh, God."
And then came the realization that she was naked and that there was a condom wrapper in bed with her.
"Oh, God."
And that would be when she pulled the pillow over her head in a vain attempt to smother herself. This was bad on so many levels that Linz could barely keep count. First off was the fact that Tom was her ex-husband and if we just left it at that Linz could probably brush the whole thing off. However there was the issue that Tom was also her boss. And engaged to be married. And-
"Oh, God. Just kill me now."
Unfortunately for Linz, God wasn't listening today. Or if God was listening he chose that time for her phone to start ringing. She groaned and reached for the phone seeing the familiar number pop up on the screen. "Boxer."
"Good morning," came the grizzled voice of her partner. "We caught a new one. How soon can you be down here?"
"Give me twenty and I'll meet you outside the station," she said and quickly hung up. She swung her legs out of bed and headed to the closet only to step on something sharp. Her swearing was cut short as she picked up the object off the ground.
Tom's badge.
"Oh, fuck me."
Which of course he did, so that was probably an unfortunate phrase to use. She tossed the badge on her nightstand and grabbed whatever clothes looked the cleanest as she prepared for what she was sure to be the most Awkward. Day. Ever.