Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Gabe arched his eyebrow slightly at Bradys choice of words, smiling slightly when he could feel a few of the coffee patrons giving the blonde a few scandalized looks. The bruising was pretty prominent though. However, maybe it was because Brady was so pale it just looked worse than it was. Well, Im glad Arnolds bark is worse than his bite, he said before glancing down at his ridiculously large coffee cup. And yeah, noticed you were the coffee guy. Its really good. Definitely better than what they have down at the station When Brady turned the conversation to Brenda, he had expected some sort of explanation for her behavior. Gabe was not expecting a youre welcome. Caught off guard just like when he had offered Brady a handshake, he offered a small laugh, an uncertain smile on his lips. Well, Gabe assumed Brady had seen his previous attempt at a thank-you. Er, yeah, thanks, he said just as he felt his cell-phone vibrate against his lap. Hold on, sorry. Gabe stood up instinctively to take his call outside. However, he remembered his case files and knew he couldnt just leave them there. Gabe compromised by leaning against his table, putting as much distance as he could between him and other people. That was one of his pet peeves. It drove him crazy when people talked so loudly on their phones as if they thought everyone was interested in their conversation. Illena Anderson. Confusion was what he felt first. Why was Thomas wife calling him? Shouldnt they be having a romantic dinner? Unless Gabes mind, trained for so many years to think in various, twisted ways, immediately thought of the worst. Had Anderson not made it to the dinner? Had something happened? Illena, is everything alright? There was a pause on the other end of the line while the din of people in the background filled the silence. Of course, detective, Illena replied, her voice heavy with her Russian accent. Why would everything not be alright? Gabe released a small breath of air. Sorry, just anyway, arent you supposed to be having a romantic dinner with your husband right now? A throaty chuckled filled his earpiece. You detectives. You always assume the worst dont you? And yes, we are in the middle of dinner but my husband is currently in the restroom. I wished to take this moment to thank you. There was a pause. He told me you took on his case work for us. Ah, he did? Well, you should know I did that for purely selfish reasons, Gabe said, a small smile lifting his lips. He always liked Illena. He had even had a thing for her back when she was the prettiest new linguist the police department had hired in the last ten years. She could speak seven different languages and was not afraid to use it when men harassed her and assumed she was just a pair of breasts. I knew youd probably end up killing him if he didnt make it to dinner so its less paperwork for me and Id feel awkward putting you in handcuffs. He was rewarded with more laughter. Cheeky, detective. I will remember this when Anderson mentions he owes you a favor. But, I digress. I am glad to know you are back, detective, Illena said, her voice softening a bit. Dont stay up too late catching up with my husbands work and thank you, again. Its really no problem, Illena. I hope you guys have a great time and congratulations, I guess, if thats what you say for anniversaries, Gabe said, inadvertently touching his hair from his awkwardness even though Illena couldnt see it. Goodnight, Gabriel. Goodnight. Gabe slipped back into his seat as he tucked away his phone. Sorry about that, he said, glancing at Brady. But yeah, thanks, for that. Gabe didnt really know how to put what he was thanking Brady for when it came to Brenda and her advances so he just left it. Are you off for the night?