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[mitochondriaaya]

The problem with being a good cop sometimes was that good cops made enemies. A lot of them, if they tried hard enough. And their team? Well, they'd sent a lot of people to jail. Hell, Aya got bonus enemies by working with the vice guys. There was really no telling, day to day, who had gotten out or who had violent friends on the outside...

It was a perfectly normal afternoon at the precinct. Sure, there'd been the usual influx of threatening letters, and someone had broken into Danny's car the week before but really, that was nothing to worry about. They even got off at a decent hour, six o'clock and Aya was following Danny down the precinct steps.

Nope, normal day in mid-June. The only abnormal thing about it was the '93 Chevie Caprice that turned a corner gunned up to double the speed limit as they were crossing the street. Aya had never liked Chevies. It was all so damn fast, neither one one of them really had time to think...only react. Aya was throwing Danny clear, back at the concrete steps, about the time she felt the bumper crack her knee.

Couldn't think about that. Rolling was a good idea right?

Well, she lived.

The medics told her she was as she came to in the hospital. Cracked knee, hip dislocation, several cracked ribs and a glorious concussion. Well, that was fun. Danny was fit to burst with anger, that weird vein throbbing in his temple. Hell, half the words about throwing old men around and playing tag with speeding cars were going right over her little pain killer hazed head. She waited for a halt in the tirade before she interjected "...so...m'not goin to dinner tonight?"

That made Danny blink. Then the yelling started again at a higher volume. The uniform guarding the door was working real hard to pretend he didn't hear the yelling.

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[mitochondriaaya]

She waved a mostly eaten apple to show she was being a good girl then chuckled. "Ah, tutoring in acting couldn't hurt I guess? Though what if it got you out of the lab more. Would that be a win or a loss?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Loss." Dilan said, instantly, "Because I'd have to spend less time with you...I have been taking as much time off as I can, sweetheart."

A plate of grilled chicken-bits is brought out to her. Grilled chicken bits and diced onion and fried potato chunks, a meal!

[mitochondriaaya]

"Eh, well, that is a loss then. It'd be a problem." She sighed and scooted around on the couch so there was room for a Dilan. "And I know, but you can't blame a girl for trying to lighten your work load a little more."

She finished her apple before taking the plate. Real food was like a bouquet of roses right now. Certainly the most romantic thing of the moment! "Enough for two?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Only as much as you could if I were trying to lighten yours." Dilan said gently, "I've got more cooking, but I wanted to bring you some as soon as it was done."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Very little blame. A lot of making up for lost time when both of us are busy." She grinned and caught his hand so she could press a kiss to his fingers. "I love you, you know. Wouldn't be in hiding with anyone else."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I love you, too." Dilan said, cupping her cheek before he headed back to the kitchen, "How many of those do you think you need?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"I have...no idea. It's not so sharp now that I had the lunchmeat and the apple. I'll finish this plate and see?" She generally figured that she was going to eat until she took a nap? "Does your stomach try to eat your spine when you've been injured? Because I do not approve!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh, yeah." Dilan said, laughing a little, "Braig won't even let me into a supermarket if I'm hurt badly enough...when I was about sixteen there was an unfortunate meat department incident."

He just cooked the rest of the chicken and such, dumping it in a mixing bowl and bringing the whole thing out. The onions remained segregated, however, so that Cat could get tidbits.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh, something to keep in mind. If I'm ever hurt badly enough and have access to a supermarket..." Avoid the meat department! Things there weren't cooked! "What happene dto you at sixteen?"

Cat was...so spoiled.

[sliceitwithwind]

"The one across the back of my thigh." Long, deep cut, "It was bad, and I lost a lot of blood. Ended up standing in the meat department eating ground beef with my bare hands."

She was! But she LOOOOOOOOVEEEESSS YOOOUUUUU!

[mitochondriaaya]

"Mmm, the long scar that goes down almost to your knee?" She stroked his knee as a matter of course and winced. "Are you allowed back in that store or did you have to find a new place to shop?" She wasn't asking how he got it! She'd fret.

And yes, Cat's love was AWESOME.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Braig covered it." Dilan said simply, "I paid him back eventually, but he covered it while I was there. Good thing it was at home, though, not here in New York."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yes, things are usually a lot harsher in New York. Did you become a town legend?" Because a small town tended to tell stories forever.

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Aya. I'm the only one of my kind in the world and I grew up in a town with less than a thousand people. The only reason that there aren't a half million biographies on me is because my home town is crazy protective of me and Braig."

[mitochondriaaya]

"So it's a very private story in a small town." She laughed and set her plate with remaining chicken bits on the floor for Cat. Inwardly though she was relieved there were people protecting the boys, Dilan in particular. It was nice! "Would they mind if I stopped by some time? To see where you grew up?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"You'll get more out of it if you go back when I do this summer." Dilan said, "Lots of women go down there trying to get stories on us by pretending to be girlfriends, so nobody talks to anyone they haven't seen with one of us." He tugged her over so that she was resting on his shoulder, "I'd like to show you my home."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hmmm, next summer? Since we're in hiding for the rest of August here and into September?" She rested her head on his shoulder and stifled a yawn. "And I have the urge to kick them. All of them. They shouldn't pretend to be a girlfriend."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Sounds good to me." Dilan said, "Want me to cart you up to bed? And sure, feel free. Or arrest them for false representation?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"If you cart me up to bed I lose Dilan cuddles time. Cuddle here for a few more minutes, then I'll go to bed and you can prowl around, planning your lab?" She nuzzled his neck and grinned. "Or I can curl here and watch you prowl around like Cat." The mental image was amusing?

"Kicking is much more effective. I don't have enough evidence for an arrest, plus it's outside my jurisdiction!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Well, I need to put the rest of the food away, and then unpack our bags, and I can putter around for a while before I plan the new lab." Not that he made a movement to, you know. Move.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I can unpack my own bags, I promise!" After her nap she totally would! "So you've seen the initial few rooms. Any ideas? Are we losing the fridge in the kitchen to science?" She liked listening to his ideas! Plus it meant she had more time to ooze into his lap, her bad leg still up on a pillow.

[sliceitwithwind]

"You can rest, woman, and let me do my thing." What? Sheesh. "Yes. We're going to have to get a mini-fridge or something, probably. Or I could get a mini-fridge for the lab. Either could work. A couple of burners will help, too."

[mitochondriaaya]

She hated being dead weight! SHE DID! "Yes sir..." Sulk. "There may already be a mini downstairs? Sometimes there is, if multiple people are in a safe house. And maybe a little stove too."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Ooo. That would be so helpful. I'll check after you're napping."

[mitochondriaaya]

"And failing that we can go to a store and get what you need. I'll even use a cane." Or an electric cart in the store. "I think I saw a Lowes nearby too, if you need to set up plastic curtains and such for clean zones?"