[TM] Old acquaintance

He wouldn’t have recognized her, even if he was actually looking. She was a bit more grown up from the last time he saw her. But when the pretty dark haired woman walked into the precinct, he was elbow deep in paperwork and determined to finish it off. He didn’t want to spend another night late as his desk, as he’d been doing a lot lately, so since he had the free time—no calls coming in, no alibis to run down—he was doing his best to finish it. He didn’t even look up until he had heard a throat clearing slightly above him, and he tried to surpress a groan, hoping it wasn’t the captain piling more paperwork on top of him.

When he actually saw her though, he almost dropped his pen. She was the last person he expected to see come visit him, especially after everything that had happened with his father, and he could tell by the look on her face that she hadn’t expected herself to be here either. She looked nervous. More nervous than she should be, considering she’s been around places like this her whole life, but nervous nonetheless.

“Celia.”

“Hi, Don,” she said softly. Her mouth worked for a minute, trying to form the right words, but failing, until she finally settled on a simple, quiet, “How are you?”

“Good,” he nodded. “I’m good.”

( “That’s good,” she said with a shy smile, glancing down, and playing with something in her hand. )

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