“Fuckin’ A,” I growled as my pager went off.
I was surprised to find a number on it that was unfamiliar to me.
Putting my office phone to my ear, I called the number and waited for someone to answer.
“This is Dr. Mead,” a woman’s saddened voice answered.
“Hi, I was paged from this number,” I said distractedly.
I was looking over some logistic reports, and comparing them to a pile of old reports from ten year ago.
“Yes, I’m sorry.” She cleared her throat, bringing my attention to her. “I have your number listed as an emergency contact for Memphis Conner.”
I froze, hand clenching down hard on the phone in a slight panic. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry. She’s okay. But she had a bad day today, and I think she might need a ride home,” the woman said softly.
Then she proceeded to tell me about what had happened, and why she felt that Memphis would be needing a ride.
“Okay,” I said, standing up and grabbing my keys out of my pocket. “I’ll go get her. Thanks for calling me.”
She made an approving sound and replied with, “That’s what I’m here for.”
With that, she hung up and I started walking outside.
Mellie, the receptionist for the chief, was the first person I saw once I exited the room, so I said, “I’m taking the rest of the day off. I have an emergency.”
She looked startled, but nodded anyway. Usually the chief or Luke would’ve been the only one I would’ve said anything to, but they weren’t anywhere in sight, so I chose the fastest route. Not that I gave her much choice. I was leaving whether she okayed it or not.
The drive to the hospital took less than five minutes, and I pulled into the parking garage and maneuvered up to the top floor of the building where I remembered her saying she was required to park.
I found her there, sitting in her car, staring at her hands.
She had tears streaming down her face, and didn’t even look up when I pulled in next to her.
Getting out, I rounded the back of my cruiser and opened her door.
She looked up at me, heartbroken with tears streaming down her face. Her mascara had run damn near down to her chin, and her eyes were red. But I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
Crouching down until my ass met my calves, I asked, “Wanna go for a ride in my cruiser?”
She looked at me, and I mean really looked at me, before saying, “I’d go anywhere with you.”
I leaned in and gave her a kiss, her tears meeting my lips, and replied with, “Good, because I want you to go everywhere with me.”