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[mitochondriaaya]

Aya shifted her head on the desk just far enough so she could see the clock. Eleven is what the numbers told her. Five hours after she was suppose to be home. After she was suppose to be home and...and...entertaining? That was a good word for it. Even her mind was shying away from the reality of dating Dilan.

And here she was standing him up.

Of course, he had a key to her place, always had but...she was suppose to be home. It didn't matter that she knew, logically, that he could make himself comfortable regardless just...gah.

Gah.

Gah.

She was going to put a dent in her desk with all the head thumping she did. "Just...call him Brea." she muttered at herself, ignoring the pointed looks the deputies were shooting her through the open door. "Call him and explain." and hope he didn't...high tail it? Give up? Come to his senses?

Fuck.

This? Was going to hurt. Somehow, some way..it was just going to. She knew it, because her dating luck trumped his and...and...

...and she needed to call him.

She didn't bother looking at the keypad, just dialed his cell by heart and laid the receiver next to her ear on the desk. "Ummm, so, that Dalton/Harris feud escalated this evening..." she began the moment she heard his end click on. Best to spit it out right?

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[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, umm, I asked." Aya clarified, not quite beet red but certainly blushing as she passed Dilan the proper papers to sign. They were all filled out, just lacking that one important thing! "He said yes." see the smile?

Danny cheerfully escorted Jehm back to the holding cells as Pierce just staaaaaared.

And staaaaaaaaaared.

"Ummm, well, about time." he allowed grudgingly.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan signs several times, on all the lines.

Then he shrugs kind of awkwardly. Aya date.

[mitochondriaaya]

Pierce caught that awkward. "Date date or hanging out date? Cause, you know, we can all hang out." he noted through narrowed eyes.

"Ummm..." Aya shuffled the papers together put them in a file folder. "I don't know." It really depended on how things went?

[sliceitwithwind]

"You're not invited." simply, to Pierce, "We'll let you know how it goes."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Whoa, whoa..." Pierce held up his hands in surrender "I was just offering!" cause this weird pair seemed to not have anything planned out? Or thought through?

"Yeah yeah." Aya gave a lopsided smile as she stood from her desk and stretched "Invite Danny and Ben over, kid'll like video games. I think we're all set here. Dilan? Ready to go?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yup. Shall we?" Dilan offers his hand, after a second.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah...yeah." she took his hand after a moment, offering a reassuring squeeze as the lingering cops offered their good nights. Or good lucks.

"So....what did we actually kind of plan?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Dinner and a film?" he says after a second, "No real plan."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, if you're still up for it that sounds good." she admitted with a small laugh. "We could catch the late show of whatever down the street or make a dash for the video place..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Videos at your place would be more fun."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Irene closes the video shop in about three minutes." Aya was grinning now as she glanced at the lights down the street. "Quarter mile more or less?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Meet you at your place." Dilan says, sprinting for the store.

[mitochondriaaya]

She let go of his hand and turned toward her own street, laughing and smiling like a teenager. She had every faith he'd make it there before close...that left her figuring out something for dinner.

Chicken! Chicken was quick and simple! Grilled for her, stripped and marinated for him...

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan blows through the store like a cat on fire, grabbing some old favourites and some new releases with a harried smile for Irene.

[mitochondriaaya]

Irene just arched an eyebrow and booted the computer back up so she could check him out. He didn't seem like he wanted to talk right now!

...

Back home Aya was setting chicken strips in raspberry vinaigrette for him? And trying to figure out a vegetable. She had remembered to take off her gun belt and lock it away at least?

[sliceitwithwind]

"Date." he explains while handing her money, "Sorry. Bring you cookies tomorrow." and he blasts out of there again.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Right. Have fun!" Irene called after him, then closed her door and turned off the sign.

While things were simmering/grilling/marinated Aya had opted to change out of her sheriff uniform. There was probably some rule somewhere she breaking about dressing up for dates but...she liked her jeans and t-shirt? Her chicken only singed a little.

[sliceitwithwind]

And Dilan is dressed pretty much normally as well. So if she's breaking it they both are.

[mitochondriaaya]

Well, they could go to trial together.

"Well, anything good left?" Aya called when she heard him come in the door. "Or are we scraping the dregs of Friday night movie rentals?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"We're doing okay." he says with a small smile, "Got some of our favourites, and some new releases."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Alright! The Haunting!" she cheered for the old favorites category. "What's on the chopping block for new?" she leaned out of the kitchen doorway to grin at him.

What? Acting normal was a lot better than other options right? "Oh, green beans or salad?"

[sliceitwithwind]

He lists a collection of names and drops them next to the DVD player before crashing on the couch. "Salad, I think."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Okay, it's official, I'm out of the entertainment loop." she sighed and ducked back into the kitchen. "I haven't heard of any of those. Hmmm, salad's going to be 'whatever is choppable in the fridge'." she warned.

[sliceitwithwind]

"That makes two of us." he admits, "And I don't mind, you've usually got interesting things."

[mitochondriaaya]

"What, the interns don't have the lab tv's going on the movie minutes anymore? Man, we're doomed." she laughed. "Sorry to disappoint but I'm pretty sure none of my things in the fridge are going to try to bite this time..."