|Does Your Husband Know?
Author: she lives in a daydream PM
And does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band? Does he know the way of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night? Does he know the way to worship our love? /All human. RxD.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Crime - Rose H. & Dimitri B. - Chapters: 26 - Words: 136,124 - Reviews: 429 - Favs: 155 - Follows: 104 - Updated: 10-02-11 - Published: 05-18-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7003577
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Okay, wow. This is a story that's been plaguing my mind for the last couple of months, and I've switched the fandom it's supposed to be in countless of times. Needless to say, it was going to be in Psych, and then finally weaved its way into Vampire Academy. First off, I need to say that I'm taking a big risk by doing this - Ash and chapter stories don't exactly work out too well. You see, I get busy really easily, and things sort of left ... unattended. I promise, however, that I will not let this happen. This story has been bugging me for months, and I need to finish it to satisfy the monster in me.
Now, I want all of you to waltz right over to YouTube and look up "Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet" by Fall Out Boy. Every chapter, I will suggest a song that fits the chapter; usually, the song is my inspiration. By doing this, I hope you'll be able to get a better understanding of where everything is coming from. And that song? That song unleashed the beast that is story. (I also just have an awesome taste in music and just wanted you all to know that.) Do I have a huge ego? Perhaps. ;)
Another thing is that this an AU, all human story. Because this is AU and all human, things will be different - they will be OOC, and I am completely aware of that. They're written that way for a reason (mainly so I can fuck with them even more ... but that's besides the point.) I have also altered the age difference between Rose and Dimitri; instead of seven, it's only four. While I love the seven year age gap, as I started writing the story, I was having a hard time with it, and thus, altered it to four years. Also, as the story progresses, it's won't really be that noticeable. (:
... Damn. I apologize for my ridiculously long AN. I have a tendency to ramble, especially when it comes down to ANs. I feel like I have all this important stuff to say regarding the story, and truth be told, it's really ... Not. Oh well. Now, read onnn. That's what you're here for, isn't it?
Disclaimer: I, Ashleigh, swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. The truth? I don't own the characters in Vampire Academy. What I do own is the whole series, completely battered and abused from the reading, this laptop, and Dimitri's duster. Please ignore the muffling you hear coming from my closet. No copyright infringement is intended. All rights reserved. ©;
Does Your Husband Know?
she lives in a daydream
Today was boring. No, boring is too nice of a word – it was downright boring. Okay, I have no creative alternative for the word 'boring' – but if you could give me one, please, let me know. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. It was another day at the office – another day we were we were just chasing theories. Nothing was ever solid anymore. Hello, you've reached the Missoula Police Department. My name is Rose Hathaway, how may I help you? It was the usual "I have a tip about the man you're looking for" and a tip that lead us finding nothing.
I hated days like these.
"Hathaway! What are you doing? Shouldn't you be filing a report?" I looked up and snorted. It was only natural for Eddie, a fairly good friend of mine, to give me shit about something I was supposed to be doing. I didn't like writing reports – never had, never will. For the past two years, I actually had never written reports … my partner did wrote them. My heart tugged at the thought of my partner, who had died in a violent car crash just three months ago. I smiled.
"What I should be doing is sitting at home on my couch, drinking an ice cold beer. Can't always have what we want. Chief can calm her ass, anyways. She knows she's going to be the one hounding me to write my report. Since when are you her little lapdog? I know you're begging for a promotion, but don't stoop down to his level! I'm disappointed in you, Edison." I could see it in his eyes when I mentioned the lack of my writing reports; he knew exactly what I was referring to, since my previous partner had been his best friend since grade school.
"Don't kill the messenger. And drinking an ice cold beer? That sounds like a great idea. Don't be surprised if you wake up in the morning and see me passed out on your kitchen floor. I might just stop by after my shift to in on some of that action." I rolled my eyes, swatting his arm. The grin on his face was hilarious, especially considering that he came over to my place often. It had been a habit after Mason … He needed comfort, and so did I.
"I'll be expecting that. Now, don't you have a pretty blonde receptionist to harass?" Eddie stopped, the look on his face falling. Eddie had instantly regretted telling me about his crush on the new receptionist, Mia. It had been hilarious, especially since he had been drunk. "Don't give me that look. It's not my fault you decided to go and declare your love for her when you were drunk." Eddie glared at me before he turned off on his heels back to his desk. "Denial's the first step towards acceptance, Edison!" I yelled after him, a smirk on my face.
"Shut your mouth, Hathaway!" He retorted. "And wipe that smirk off your face. Just wait until I get you back. It'll be a glorious day." Eddie had stopped and turned around to face me. "Oh, Rose, one more thing." He flipped me off.
That son of a bitch.
"You mother-fucker. Go back to your blonde Barbie doll. She misses you." Eddie flipped me off again, and I smiled in return before I looked down at my paper. The stupid report. Ugh. This was bullshit. I liked working without a partner, but there were things I missed, such as them writing a report. I took a deep breath; this was still hard on me, even if it had been three months since Mason had died.
Truly, it had been an accident – that's what they called them car accidents, right? He had been driving home from work, and a drunk driver had come out of nowhere, smashing in the driver's side. Mason had been killed almost instantly; for his head had smashed so hard into the stick shift … It had been brutal. I still could recall the gory details in my mind, and that was almost the worst part. The worst part had been that he was coming to see me. He was coming to my house so we could work on finishing up our final report for the chief.
I took a deep breath. It was still painful. The therapist had said that it wasn't going to go away anytime soon. At first, the bitch had suggested another partner for me, but that was where I put my foot down. After Mason, I refused to have another partner. I could work independently, and it would be better for me if I started writing my own damn reports. Truth be told, I did think that everything was better. I was able to think for myself and not have to worry about another person's life. This was so much easier, and it was a lot more me. But, regardless of how I felt, I missed having that interaction with another person. Working alone was … well, boring.
"Hathaway, could you step into my office for a moment?" Shit. I turned up from the blank report, and stared right at the Chief. Alberta was a nice person and had seriously earned her spot as the Chief, but her voice made me uneasy. What had I done this time? I recalled my last few cases, and pushed my brows together. I couldn't have done something wrong…. could I have? No, that wasn't possible. I gave her a quick nod. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Eddie had flashed me a smile. Once the Chief had turned around, I flipped him off and made my way towards her office.
The space was small, only slightly bigger than the desk that most of us housed in the department. It definitely had an 'Alberta' feel to it. It was nice – homey – even, but indicated a 'don't you ever fuck with me' mood. Alberta was someone I respected dearly; she had been the officer I had trained with before she had been promoted, leaving me with Mason.
Just as my mind started to wander off on a different tangent, I noticed that there was another person in the room. That was careless of me not to notice him right away, and I mentally scolded myself. I couldn't see how tall he really was, for he was sitting down, but my guess was that he had to be around 6'6, perhaps 6'7, and damn, he looked good from behind. Alberta distracted my thoughts, gesturing towards the seat next to the unfamiliar man. I paused for a moment: was he from Internal Affairs? What the hell had I done wrong?
"You didn't do anything wrong, Rose." Dammit. I hated it when she did that. That's what made her such a good Chief. "Please, have a seat." I finally complied, not looking at the man next to me – although I could tell he was looking at me. I waited a few more moments, and Alberta finally spoke. "I know that everything has been hard on you for the past three months, considering the terrible and unfortunate events with Mason…." I stopped breathing. Calm yourself. "I do know that in the beginning, we talked about you working by yourself in the field …" Alberta paused, and I raised my eyebrows. Was she questioning my efficacy?
"And while you've done an excellent job, we just feel that it will help with your … coping." That was phrased nicely – I'd give her that. She turned to the strange man next to me, and then looked back at me. "Rose, I would like you to meet Dimitri Belikov. He's a transfer over from Seattle, and he's going to be your new partner." I couldn't say anything; I was speechless. What the hell. Alberta smiled at me, knowing exactly what I would say. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go speak with another office." She stood up. "Hathaway, don't start with the ranting. It'll be good for you."
"And, I will hound your ass until you had in that report. You have until five tomorrow."
With that, she left. The man next to me shifted his position, and I finally turned and looked at him. He looked even better from the front. He had long, brown hair that was currently pulled back into a ponytail, and brown eyes. Suddenly, the wedding ring on my hand felt ten pounds heavier. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Officer Hathaway." There was a light accent to his voice, and my stomach did a backflip. This was ridiculous; I was married, for Christ's sake.
Married. That word was heavy in my thoughts. It hadn't been like that until sometime in the beginning of the year, when our time together began to be infrequent. I shoved that thought out of my head, refusing to think about my problems at home. I was at work, and that was at home. It was for a different time. As for right now, I had to entertain this new partner of mine.
"If you ever call me 'Officer Hathaway' again, I will kill you. Since we're going to be stuck together, we might as well be on a first name bases. I'm Rose," I was really trying to be nice to him, but it was … hard. Working independently had worked well for me. "There are two things you need to know about me before we even try to become an office couple: I like chocolate doughnuts and so help me God if you take them, I will cut your balls off. Two: I don't like writing reports. Reports are stupid and unneeded, and the only way you can make me write one is by sheer force. Got that, Comrade?" His accent was easy to pick up on, especially considering how his name was Dimitri.
Dimitri chuckled. I couldn't tell if he was amused or annoyed. He stood up, and I followed the suit – dammit, this guy was tall. "I don't think that will be a problem. I myself prefer the glazed doughnuts, and having to write up the report was what I did in Seattle. Although, my last partner didn't call me 'Comrade'." From the sound of his voice, he didn't like the nickname, but I merely shrugged.
"It's either 'Comrade' or 'Soviet'. You're Russian, and therefore, you will be the constant subject of my endless Soviet jokes. Let's make that rule number three: don't argue with what I say, for you will only lose. I always win." It was easy to speak around him, almost – and if not just as – easy as it had been to speak around Mason. Dimitri shook his head, and I knew that he was fully aware of the endless jokes that were coming. At least I could feel myself starting to like this guy.
"There we go, Comrade. See, you're starting to get the hang of it." I was intrigued at how he kept his face so still; he was hard to read, I would give him that. I liked to consider myself a good reader at people's body language, but that clearly wasn't the case with Dimitri. That was probably the Russian in him. Near the end, he finally cracked a smile.
"I think I like Comrade a lot better than Soviet." I could still see the grimace on his face as he told me that. I smiled up at him - this was going to be an easy partnership, I could just feel it. I was thankful for that, too – I had been terrified that they were going to put me with someone who I could not stand. Then that would have been hell for the department…. But I was pretty sure that Alberta knew that.
"That's good. With that being said, I think you and I are going to get along just fine."
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