Riley walked down the jet way, exhausted and looking forward to a good long soak in her own bathtub, followed by curling up with a book in her own bed. She'd been away from Tucson for more than a month and found that she'd really missed the city.
As she entered the terminal, she spotted the back of a spiky blond head in the crowd around the gate and her breath caught in her throat. How the hell did he get there ahead of her? She'd spoken to him just two hours before and he'd been driving through Pennsylvania then. The man turned around and she saw it was Lieutenant Detective Deacon Lindley of the Tucson Police Department. She frowned and sighed deeply. Deacon was the last person Riley wanted to deal with right now and she let it show on her face.
Deacon spotted her and smirked, his eyes lingering on her face for a moment before slipping over her shoulder to study the faces behind her. He was, no doubt, looking for Rhys. Riley broke out into a smirk of her own; boy, would Deacon be pissed off when he found she was alone. She saw it on his face the instant he realised that Rhys wasn't behind her. He scowled and said something into a radio before cutting through the crowd to her side. He reached down for her bag and she let him take it.
?Where is he, Ri?? Deacon asked.
?Well, it's nice to see you, too, Deacon. Been a long time. My flight was good, thanks for asking.?
He gave her a disgusted look and led her through the terminal to a Starbuck's. ?Sit. I'll get you a coffee.?
Riley shook her head as she took a seat at a table. ?No coffee. I can't.?
Deacon gave her a blank look for a moment and then sat down hard in a chair across from Riley. ?So, it's true then. You're having his kid.?
Riley chuckled. ?Yeah, I'm pregnant. Did it make the paper here already??
He nodded and shook his head. ?That's a mistake.?
Riley leaned forward, locking eyes with Deacon, and said in a very soft, dangerous voice, ?Why do you always try to tell me what's best for me, Deacon? Where do you get the balls to say that kind of shit to me??
?I'm arrogant, Ri. You know that. Hell, it's part of what attracted you to me in the first place. Admit it.?
She sat back and glared at him, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. ?Why are you here? What do you want??
?I want him, Riley. I want this damned case off my desk and out of my hair. I want you to know for real what kind of guy he is, before you marry him.?
?I know what kind of guy he is, Deacon. He's a better man than you could ever hope to be. He's saved my life no less than two times in the past month.? Riley stood up and grabbed her bag, glaring down at Deacon. ?Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a memorial service to plan.? She turned on her heel and stormed away from him, biting her lip to keep back the sudden threat of tears. How dare he say those things about Rhys?
?Hey, Riley. Wait up,? Deacon said as he came running up behind her. He snaked his arm out and gently grabbed her upper arm to spin her around to face him. ?If he's such a good guy, why won't he come out here and talk to me? Why doesn't he seem interested in clearing his name? Answer me that, Counselor.?
Riley yanked her arm away from him and took a step back, putting space between them. ?Maybe it's because you're a belligerent, macho asshole who wants to draw him into some kind of ridiculous pissing contest over me?? Deacon scoffed at her words and she rolled her eyes in return. ?Please, save your protests for someone who didn't spend six months listening to your crap on a daily basis. I know you, Deacon. I know you better than anyone, including yourself. I'm going to formally request that you recuse yourself from this case and hand it over to the Feds. You're too close; your judgment's impaired.?
He gaped at her, shocked and astonished. She gave him a triumphant little smirk and turned her back once more on him, walking away. She could hear his footsteps behind her once more and spun around, her hand coming up, finger pointing dangerously close to his face. ?Stop it, Deacon. Just...let it go. It's out of your hands,? she said.
Deacon's mouth compressed into a thin, tight line and he eventually gave her a curt nod. ?Okay. You win. But he's not a suspect, Riley...?
?Not yet. You know you like him for this, Deacon. Don't lie,? she interrupted him.
?I just want his side of things. Let me get that from him and I'll let it go. Hell, Ri, I'll turn over the case to the Feebs myself. Okay?? He cocked his head to the side and gave her that soft, boyish smile that first caught her attention five years ago. It was the kind of smile that had once turned her knees to jelly and made her heart leap into her throat. Now, it just mildly irritated her.
Riley sighed softly and mulled over his offer. Finally she nodded. ?Fine. I'll call him when I get home and tell him to come talk to you. All right??
?How about I give you lift and I'll talk to him myself??
She groaned softly in frustration, not having the energy or desire to get into another argument with him. ?Promise you're not gonna try and beat any speed record and you've got a deal.?
Deacon chuckled and reached for her bag again. ?Nah, not with a preggers chick in the car. That'd just be insane.?
Riley rolled her eyes and let him carry her bag. ?Such a gentleman,? she said.
?Damned skippy, sweet-cheeks. And don't you forget it.?
As she entered the terminal, she spotted the back of a spiky blond head in the crowd around the gate and her breath caught in her throat. How the hell did he get there ahead of her? She'd spoken to him just two hours before and he'd been driving through Pennsylvania then. The man turned around and she saw it was Lieutenant Detective Deacon Lindley of the Tucson Police Department. She frowned and sighed deeply. Deacon was the last person Riley wanted to deal with right now and she let it show on her face.
Deacon spotted her and smirked, his eyes lingering on her face for a moment before slipping over her shoulder to study the faces behind her. He was, no doubt, looking for Rhys. Riley broke out into a smirk of her own; boy, would Deacon be pissed off when he found she was alone. She saw it on his face the instant he realised that Rhys wasn't behind her. He scowled and said something into a radio before cutting through the crowd to her side. He reached down for her bag and she let him take it.
?Where is he, Ri?? Deacon asked.
?Well, it's nice to see you, too, Deacon. Been a long time. My flight was good, thanks for asking.?
He gave her a disgusted look and led her through the terminal to a Starbuck's. ?Sit. I'll get you a coffee.?
Riley shook her head as she took a seat at a table. ?No coffee. I can't.?
Deacon gave her a blank look for a moment and then sat down hard in a chair across from Riley. ?So, it's true then. You're having his kid.?
Riley chuckled. ?Yeah, I'm pregnant. Did it make the paper here already??
He nodded and shook his head. ?That's a mistake.?
Riley leaned forward, locking eyes with Deacon, and said in a very soft, dangerous voice, ?Why do you always try to tell me what's best for me, Deacon? Where do you get the balls to say that kind of shit to me??
?I'm arrogant, Ri. You know that. Hell, it's part of what attracted you to me in the first place. Admit it.?
She sat back and glared at him, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. ?Why are you here? What do you want??
?I want him, Riley. I want this damned case off my desk and out of my hair. I want you to know for real what kind of guy he is, before you marry him.?
?I know what kind of guy he is, Deacon. He's a better man than you could ever hope to be. He's saved my life no less than two times in the past month.? Riley stood up and grabbed her bag, glaring down at Deacon. ?Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a memorial service to plan.? She turned on her heel and stormed away from him, biting her lip to keep back the sudden threat of tears. How dare he say those things about Rhys?
?Hey, Riley. Wait up,? Deacon said as he came running up behind her. He snaked his arm out and gently grabbed her upper arm to spin her around to face him. ?If he's such a good guy, why won't he come out here and talk to me? Why doesn't he seem interested in clearing his name? Answer me that, Counselor.?
Riley yanked her arm away from him and took a step back, putting space between them. ?Maybe it's because you're a belligerent, macho asshole who wants to draw him into some kind of ridiculous pissing contest over me?? Deacon scoffed at her words and she rolled her eyes in return. ?Please, save your protests for someone who didn't spend six months listening to your crap on a daily basis. I know you, Deacon. I know you better than anyone, including yourself. I'm going to formally request that you recuse yourself from this case and hand it over to the Feds. You're too close; your judgment's impaired.?
He gaped at her, shocked and astonished. She gave him a triumphant little smirk and turned her back once more on him, walking away. She could hear his footsteps behind her once more and spun around, her hand coming up, finger pointing dangerously close to his face. ?Stop it, Deacon. Just...let it go. It's out of your hands,? she said.
Deacon's mouth compressed into a thin, tight line and he eventually gave her a curt nod. ?Okay. You win. But he's not a suspect, Riley...?
?Not yet. You know you like him for this, Deacon. Don't lie,? she interrupted him.
?I just want his side of things. Let me get that from him and I'll let it go. Hell, Ri, I'll turn over the case to the Feebs myself. Okay?? He cocked his head to the side and gave her that soft, boyish smile that first caught her attention five years ago. It was the kind of smile that had once turned her knees to jelly and made her heart leap into her throat. Now, it just mildly irritated her.
Riley sighed softly and mulled over his offer. Finally she nodded. ?Fine. I'll call him when I get home and tell him to come talk to you. All right??
?How about I give you lift and I'll talk to him myself??
She groaned softly in frustration, not having the energy or desire to get into another argument with him. ?Promise you're not gonna try and beat any speed record and you've got a deal.?
Deacon chuckled and reached for her bag again. ?Nah, not with a preggers chick in the car. That'd just be insane.?
Riley rolled her eyes and let him carry her bag. ?Such a gentleman,? she said.
?Damned skippy, sweet-cheeks. And don't you forget it.?