White Lies

Disclaimer: Not mine . . . and never will be. "Hunter" belongs to SJC and many others.

Summary: Everyone tells a white lie at some point. But what happens when a certain white lie can change your life?

It was a typical Monday morning for Rick Hunter. He came to the precinct, checked to see if he had any messages, got a cup of coffee, and then headed for his desk. Only on this day he could hear his phone ringing when he was half way to his desk.

"Hunter, Homicide," he said into the phone.

"Rick?" the voice on the other side asked.

Hunter knew the voice; it was his mother. "Hi, Mom."

"Rick, I thought you and DeeDee would like to know that I'm coming to visit on Friday."

"Oh, th-that will be, uh, great. We'll be looking forward to seeing you," he stammered.

"I know you're busy, so I'll let you go. I love you, send DeeDee my love too," Mrs. Hunter said.

"Will do, Mom. Good-bye." With that said, Sgt. Hunter hung up the phone. Just then his partner came over. She put her Styrofoam cup of coffee down and then sat at her desk.

"Isn't it kinda early for a phone call?" McCall asked as she glanced at her watch. After all, it was only ten to eight.

"Yeah, well, it was my mother." Hunter
responded.

"Oh," she said as she took a sip of her
coffee. "What did she want?"

"Aren't we being nosy, McCall?"

"Hey, Hunter, all I did was ask…so are you going to tell me or not?"

"Oh, I guess, after all, you'll know soon enough."

"What? What is it?"

"My mother thinks we're married."

DeeDee nearly chocked on her coffee. "What in the world gave her that idea?"

"First, you might want to put your coffee cup down." DeeDee looked at him as she put her coffee cup down. "Ready for this?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, here we go… So, she's been on my case for a while about not getting married, right?" DeeDee nodded. "Well, about six months ago, she was driving me crazy. It was to the point where I couldn't take it any more. So I told her we got married."

"Uh, wait a second, Hunter." DeeDee chimed in. "Why'd you pick me?"

" Why I picked was because, you where the first person that came to my mind."

" That's sweet," she smiled, but then she turned serious again, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner, Hunter?"

"It never came up before."

Before they knew it, it was Thursday night. Hunter suggested that McCall should bring some of her stuff over so it looked like she was there for a while.

"That's the last of it." DeeDee said as she put the last few knick-knacks on the fireplace. "It's getting late. I better get going."

"You can stay here tonight. It's late you shouldn't go home by yourself."

"Hunter, I'm a cop. I can take care of myself."

"Need I remind you about he cases we've been working on?"

DeeDee thought about the cases they were
working on. It was a series of rape - homicides. The maniac would pick random female victims that were driving alone, run them off of the rode and the rape and murder them. "On the second thought, I think I'll stay."

"You can stay in my room, I'll take the guest room."

"You don't have to do that. I can take the couch in the guest room."

"If you do that McCall, you'll hurt your back."

"Hunter, you'd hurt your back, too. Let's just both stay in your room. It's no big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"We've done it before besides we'll have to do it when your mother comes, right?"

"Yeah. We will." He tried to hide the excitement in his voice.

"Hey, where does your mother sleep anyway?"

"She insists on bringing her own blow-up mattress."

"Oh."

"Uh, you know where everything is if you need it right?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

Later that night, Hunter thought DeeDee was asleep when he tiptoed into the bedroom.

"Hunter?" McCall questioned.

"Yeah, it's me. I-I didn't mean to wake you."

"Rick, you didn't wake me up, because I wasn't sleeping,"

When Hunter got in bed McCall turned over to face him.

"Do me a favor, don't snore," she said with a small smile.

"Hey, wait a second, McCall, I do not snore."

"Yes, you do, Hunter, and tonight there's no way out. No vibrating bed to blame it on."

She turned over and not long later fell asleep. At one point she woke up in the middle of the night. At first her mind went into panic mode because, she wasn't in her room and someone's arms were wrapped around her. But once she realized she was in Hunter's house and Hunter's arms were wrapped around her waist, she knew everything was okay. A smile fell across her face as she wrapped his arms tighter around her and fell back asleep.

Hunter woke up first. He didn't want to upset DeeDee when he saw that he had his arms wrapped around her, so he untangled himself from her and went to go make breakfast.

DeeDee woke up to the smell of French toast. 'Boy that smells good,' she thought to herself. She got up, put her robe on, and went to the kitchen.

"You're up," Hunter said when he spotted her in the doorway to the kitchen. "How'd you sleep?"

"Honestly, the best I've slept in months."

"I'm glad you slept well."

"What time is your mom coming?"

"I don't know. She said she'd call and let us know." After he finished saying that the doorbell rang. He set his cup of coffee down. "How much do you want to bet that's her?" He started to get up.

"Oh no, you don't. You made me breakfast, I'll get the door." DeeDee looked out the window sure enough it was who they thought it was. "Hello, Mrs. Hunter. Come in."

"Thank you, dear. And don't call me 'Mrs. Hunter'; call me Mom," the lady said.

"Uh, okay, Mom."

"That's much better," she responded with a smile.

For the week she was there, Hunter and McCall, would occasionally, give each other a kiss or, every once in a while call each other "Darling" or "Sweetheart" something along those lines. Mrs. Hunter kept saying she wanted grandkids, but what mother doesn't say that?

The day when his Mom left they all said their good-byes and then Hunter closed the front door.

"We pulled it off," DeeDee said with a little disappointment.

"You know," Hunter started, "I'm really going to miss being married to you."

"I think I'll miss it more."

"I thought you where never going to marry another cop."

"Well, I changed my mind. I can't let my promise ruin my happiness. I think I said that because I was still dealing with the loss of Steve," she started to trial off. She waited a moment and said, "Besides, isn't it a woman's right to change her mind?"

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"Well, uh, what would you say about the two of us getting married, to each other that is?''

"I say I'm the one that should be asking you that."

"Well, ask."

"DeeDee, will you marry me?"

"Absolutely," she said with a grin.

"Come here."

"What?"

"Just come here."

When she moved closer to him, he swept her off of her feet and carried her down the hall.

I hope you enjoyed it.