章節 41: 41. Chapter 41
“Waverly! Seriously!” Nicole growls agitatedly as she stumbles over the brunette’s purse that is haphazardly laying on the floor.
It has been a long day and Nicole knows she is in a bad mood but she can’t help it. First, they had been chasing down a suspect and he ended up escaping when the team stopped working together. Dolls and Doc had been bickering all morning and didn’t stop, even as they chased this scumbag four blocks through town. They just wouldn’t stop sniping at one another and their distraction had led to them forgetting to keep in radio contact. Thus, no one told Nicole and Wynonna that the suspect was heading straight for them. This ended with the guy sucker punching Wynonna in the gut and tossing Nicole into a parked car. Luckily, both had walked away only bruised but the guy had gotten away and they had no leads as to where he would go.
Then, Jeremy had been late and, in his haste to get into the office faster, he had accidently ran into the sheriff as he was leaving the breakroom. Unfortunately, Nedley had just filled his cup with hot coffee and preceded to have the entirety of the hot liquid dumped on him. He had yelled at the smaller man and then dragged him into his office to reprimand him further. She was also summoned in there and took an earful from the sheriff as well for her team member’s carelessness. “How can someone so clumsy be trusted to handle evidence analysis?!” He had shouted. She had reassured Jeremy after that the sheriff didn’t mean it, that he was probably just having a bad day too.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Nicole was sent out on a call ten minutes before her shift ended. The worst part was that the call was to Shorty’s to deal with a drunk and disorderly. The drunk really was just an older resident who had too much to drink. He didn’t seem violent or dangerous, but Rosita had insisted that the guy needed to be escorted out. As Nicole and Dolls helped him up from his seat, she saw Champ Hardy sitting at the bar and talking to Rosita. They both glanced at her and their looks weren't friendly. She had had to come back in after putting him in the car to take a statement for the report. Champ had glared at her the entire time as she took a short statement from Rosita. After writing everything down, Nicole sighed. “I gotta be honest Rosita, I don’t think we will be able to charge him with anything. From your testimony, he didn’t assault anyone and we have no evidence of him harassing anyone.”
“I thought you cops were supposed to do your jobs and arrest people.” Rosita says annoyed, a clear edge to her voice.
“Ha, yeah right.” Champ scoffs from down the bar. Nicole swears she hears a “dyke” coughed into his beer, but she ignores it.
Clearing her throat, Nicole keeps her focus Rosita and her professional face on. “I will file a report Ms. Bustillos. I will do my job, but I cannot and will not charge a man without cause.” She places her hat on her head and tips it respectfully to the bartender. “You have my card if you think of anything else.” As she leaves, she sees Champ slide back over to Rosita and start up a conversation with the bartender once again.
“Yeah.” She hears him say. “She stole my girl with her money and brainwashed Waverly into believing…” She doesn’t hear the rest as she lets the doors to the bar close behind her.
Shaking her head back to the present, Nicole nudges the purse to the side and looks around the homestead living room. It is a mess and it is clear hurricane Waverly has gone through here. There are articles of clothing spread out, books and paperwork on many of the surfaces and several pairs of shoes laying haphazardly on the floor.
Grumbling to herself, Nicole closes the door a little louder than really necessary and walks further into the house. “Waves?! You here?”
“Upstairs!” Her wife calls back.
Walking upstairs, Nicole comes into Waverly’s room to find her and Rosita sitting around and reading while they munch on some weird health food they are trying. “Hey Nic.” Waverly says, kissing her wife on the cheek.
“Hey.” Nicole says back, trying to not sound as annoyed as she feels. She looks around, but doesn’t see what she is looking for. “Have you packed up some stuff to take over?”
She and Waverly had been doing this every week since their big fight. Nicole and Waverly would eat dinner at the homestead, pack up a box or a bag of Waverly’s, and take it over to her house. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like Waverly has packed anything up. If possible, quite the opposite.
“Oh, shit. Sorry Nicole. We got to reading this article about Hispanic heritage in modern society and we completely forgot to do that.” Rosita says, her voice sounds apologetic but her eyes tell Nicole she is not.
Waverly does genuinely look apologetic, nodding along with Rosita’s words. “Sorry. Next week though.”
Nicole sighs and moves to leave.
“Wait, you’re leaving? You just got here?” Waverly asks.
“Waves, I have had a long day. I’m hungry, I need a shower and I need to go to sleep. If we aren’t going to move some of your stuff over, then I think it is just best if I go home and get some much needed rest and recovery.”
Nicole leaves the room hearing Waverly follow her down the stairs and out the front door. “Nicole, hey wait.”
Nicole turns to her, looking more exhausted than before.
Waverly feels a little awkward, not having thought this through. “I uh… I’m sure we can make you something here… if you want to stay.”
Nicole shakes her head. “Waves, you dad’s fridge is empty and we both know you and Rosita got that food for yourselves. Enjoy your night. I am just gonna go.”
“Alright…” Waverly says, wondering why this feels so strange. “I guess see you at home?”
“Yeah, just don’t drive too late. Nothing good happens on the roads here after midnight.” Nicole says, smiling a little before getting into her cruiser and driving away.
“Hey Rosie!” Waverly greets the Latina after a long day at work.
“Hey Wavy! Want a drink?” Rosita asks. “Whiskey, on the rocks and a water?”
“Please.” Waverly says with a smile. “You know my order?”
“I know you. Plus, whiskey seems to be the Earp family drink of choice. Wynonna, Doc and your dad all seem to favor it.” Rosita says, filling a glass. She reaches down to the cabinet below the bar and pours a clear liquid into the drink she has already poured while Waverly waves to someone who called her name. She looks up just in time to see Waverly refocusing on her. She smiles and places the drink on the bar.
Waverly quirks an eyebrow, noticing Nicole was excluded from the family list. “Uh, yeah. Actually, Nic is the real whiskey drinker in the family. Woman knows her whiskeys. The rest of us will drink whatever cheap crap we can get our hands on.” She jokes.
“Well, I am sure the money has helped her get well educated in the practice. Drink your drink. Anyways, what’s up with you? How was work?” Rosita says, trying to hide her judgment towards the redhead.
“Well, Jeremy spilled coffee all over my laptop this morning and had to spend the whole day fixing the hard drive, replacing the screen, etc. so I was a little behind today. But I have some good research coming in.” Waverly says, sipping her drink casually.
“You know, that boy seems sweet. But I imagine his clumsiness gets annoying. Especially if it causes you to have to wait around and fall behind on your work.”
“It was an accident and he did fix it. It really wasn’t such a big deal.” Waverly says genuinely.
“Sure. Sure. So, what are your plans tonight? I see the rest of your gang are not here.” Rosita asks.
“They all will be here in a few minutes. They were just finishing up some paperwork.” Waverly answers.
“And you and the officer are still going strong? Or is she still pestering you about moving in?” Rosita asks, leaning on the bar.
“I told you Rosie, we settled that over a few weeks ago. I am going slow and Nicole seems to be okay with it, or at least she is acting like she is.” Waverly says. “Her and I are good.”
Turning towards the doors at the sound of them opening, both women watch as the BBD team comes and commandeers a booth in the corner of the bar. More officers, including her father and Nedley, come in after them and pull tables over to connect to the booth.
Nicole leaves them all and walks over to the women at the bar. “Hey.” Nicole greets, ghosting a kiss to Waverly’s cheek before looking towards Rosita. “Evening Rosita.”
“Officer.” Rosita greets, not unfriendly but also not friendly either. “Can I help you with something?”
“The boys and Wynonna would like some pitchers of whatever import you got on tap and a few baskets of fries and onion rings. Myself and the chief each would like a beer and a bunch of waters for the others.” Nicole responds politely. “You can just charge it to my tab. The guys will just buy lunch tomorrow.”
“Sure.” Rosita responds slowly before moving away a little to fill the pitchers.
“Oh, I gotta go tell Nonna something. Be right back.” Waverly says cheerily, pecking Nicole on the lips before hopping of her stool and walking towards her sister.
Nicole watches her go with a soft smile but is pulled away from her gazing by Rosita clearing her throat behind her. Nicole turns around and raises a questioning eyebrow at the other woman.
“Stop pressuring Waverly to move in with you.” Rosita says bluntly.
Nicole gives her a confused look, but only for a second before she schools her features. “I’m not.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Has Waverly told you I have been pressuring her?” Nicole asks pointedly.
“She doesn’t have to.” Rosita fires back. “I know enough.”
“Rosita, don’t pretend you know anything about me or my relationship with my wife.” Nicole says in warning, her voice low.
“She talks to me. Her and I are close. She talks to me about the things she isn’t comfortable talking to you about. Waverly is just too nice to talk about things that might hurt your feelings.” Rosita says, just as low. “I know enough.”
Nicole scoffs and shakes her head. “You are really arrogant, aren’t you?” Nicole shakes her head again and picks up the beer off the counter. “Word of advice. Butt out of my relationship Rosita. Mind your own business. You don’t know what the hell you are talking about.” And with that, Nicole returns to the table just as Waverly is leaving to go back to Rosita. She quickly places the beer down and softly snags Waverly’s wrist before she can go.
“Hey baby.” Nicole says softly, pulling Waverly back to her and smiling when the brunette rests her hands on the taller woman’s shoulders.
“Hi.” Waverly responds. “What’s up?”
“Are we okay?” Nicole asks softly, clasping her hands together behind Waverly’s waist.
“Of course.” Waverly says, leaning up on her toes to kiss Nicole on the jaw. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no. Just wanted to check in, that’s all.” Nicole says, smiling a little.
“Good.” Waverly says, squeezing Nicole’s shoulders before moving to leave.
“Wait, you aren’t going to sit with us?” Nicole asks, trying to hide the hurt.
“Later. I actually want to talk with Rosita for a bit about the museum exhibit in the city I want to eventually go see. I will come over later. It is really nice to actually have a friend who isn’t from Purgatory, you know?”
Nicole swallows her pride, nods and plasters on a fake smile. “I am glad you have a friend Waves”
“See you later.” Waverly says before moving back to the bar.
Nicole sighs a little dejectedly but shakes it off so she can enjoy her night. She and Wynonna leave a few hours later to go home, both feeling a similar feeling of rejection.
Waverly never came back to the table.
“My patience is running thin Waverly!” Nicole says as Waverly explains why, for the third week in a row, she is unable to pack up things to move over to Nicole’s.
“I don’t know what you want me to do Nicole! I have research to do and I promised Wynonna and Doc that I would help them with wedding planning. Rosita is even offering to help too. They need me! My dad is gone on his trip to visit Willa so they need my help with things!” Waverly shouts back.
Nicole looks to the ceiling frustrated, as if the wood above would tell her the answer to a question she didn’t even ask. “Waverly, seriously?!”
“Nicole!”
“You know what?! Forget it!” Nicole says, cutting Waverly off before the fight can get any more out of hand. She lowers her voice. “I don’t want to fight about this anymore. Just… forget it.” And then she leaves for work without another word. She is tired of fighting. She is just tired.
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