Public Service…new writing, unedited…

Janko dismissed us and said he’d meet us at the courthouse at noon. Rankin and Manson stood at our desk, and both scanned our faces for any indication of residual trauma we might have felt after such a tumultuous experience. 

“What was that all about? I’ve never seen chief that upset before,” Rankin said. Manson looked at Lilly and then me, grinned, and said, “They found out, didn’t they?”

“Found out what, Manson?”

She grinned at me and wrinkled up her nose, and replied, “Found out you two are nuts for each other. Now they want to separate you two.”

“Yeah, that sums it up aptly. Lilly and I need a favor from both of you.”

“Oh yeah? That depends on what the favor is, tough guy.”

“We need you both to meet us at the courthouse to witness our, um, vows. Lilly and I are tying the knot.”

Rankin leaned over and jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow, and whispered, “You finally found them, eh?” Manson squealed and hugged Lilly’s neck. “We’ll be there at noon. God, I can’t wait! Come on, Rankin. We need to leave them so they can spend their last few moments of singlehood alone.”

I waited until they left before I turned to Lilly. She was now 41, and I was 49. I wasn’t sure how many children we could have, but I wanted at least one with the woman of my dreams. My mind drifted off, and Lilly sat down beside me. 

“What are you thinking about? Trouble? Who do you think the higher ups will call onto the carpet? Me or you?”

“Oh, that’s easy enough to answer Lilly. I was thinking of how many kids you and I could have before our age hindered us. As for trouble and getting called on the carpet, they will call me.”

“I want to have a child with you, Konan, but we must face certain realities. I’m no spring chicken, that’s not to say I am old, but my child bearing days are limited. We have about an 8% chance of me getting pregnant. So, you need to bring your “A” game, and the timing must be right, and then the rest is in the hands of Almighty God. As for trouble, what will you say to the higher ups?”

“Ah, you know me Lilly. I’ll behave, as long as they behave. If they come after me, I will speak my mind, and let the chips fall where they will.”

“That’s what I figured. Have I told you I love you today?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, I love you Konan. You’re an odd duck, but you’re my odd duck.”

My watch beeped, and I looked at it. It was 1130. Time to go make an honest woman of Detective Lilly Thompson.  

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