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“Maybe you should’ve been the one who gets the massage, instead?” Devon couldn’t help but offer. She couldn’t be the one who gets all the love all the time; not that she never showed it to Abby, she just didn’t necessarily belong to those people who were outright with their feelings. She knew that her wife was working just as hard – if not even harder, in multiple instances – as her. “’Cause, y’know, the offer will stand for all the eternity. It’s just to ask. I’ll do it, without batting an eyelash, no hesitation. No nothing.”

She only nodded, slowly. Devon didn’t exactly want to give in and say anything about the fact that she’s been getting more and more exhausted as the time went on; those were apparently the perks of getting older, passage of time and other things alike. But, it wasn’t like Gale did not know all about this. She would never admit defeat, not until her last breath – something her family kept telling her since she was a little kid. Giving up was easily the worst thing one could do, and it only meant that there was no chance in saving people – in a way. She lived for it; she would not say a word about it, but seeing all those people happy, with their families, winning the cases that change their lives for good were her favourite moments. Not even the process of finding out the truth – the people were making her excited. They kept giving her hope for a better tomorrow. “The worst thing that could happen to me is getting GRAY HAIR, and there’s a solution for that,” she silently quipped. “I am not going to give up my job just bcause I am weak in this very moment. It’s probably nothing a good night of sleep right next to the love of my life won’t fix.”

Devon sighed wistfully, looking down at her partner’s hand, and the ring on her finger, “— you’re still BIASED, though. Just a little bit, but IT STILL COUNTS, Abs.” Then she just simply took Gale’s hand in her own and brought it up to her lips, pressing a small, gentle kiss to her knuckles. “I know I’ve said that I don’t really want to take a break, but…” the lawyer trailed off, lettig out a hushed laughter. “I kind of want to take you HOME, again. To Italy. See all those places once more.”

Not everybody would classify Gale as a warm, heart felt person, but then again, not everybody really knew Gale as she really was. The seemingly cold and serious exterior was a shell for a super gooey, loving center only a select few had the privilege of knowing. On the top of the list of that few was Devon, who was the target of most sappy clichés Gale performed every now and then. More often than not, that sappiness would be played out in the form of what Gale called “peck attack”, where she just jumped on Devon and kissed her ticklish spots. It may seem silly to many, but it was spontaneous to Gale – as weird as it was, that was her way of showing Devon her love. That and just holding her real, real tight. And massages. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but God, please,” she laughed, “my back is killing me, you have no idea.”

She knew her wife better than she knew herself. Mix that with her medical sixth sense and you get a wife super-power, which was being able to tell when Devon was feeling low, or when she was about to get sick, or, in this case, when she was really, really tired. And Gale also knew Devon wasn’t going to tell her about it, at least not verbally, nor willingly, and she didn’t have to rip that out of her either. She just knew she was exhausted, and she didn’t have to ask her why or how — she knew how much Devon worked. But she also knew how stubborn she was when it came to that, and how she wasn’t going to give up her job. And to be honest, that was not even close to what Gale wanted. She knew how much Devon loved her job and felt complete when doing it, so it was beyond her to insist she stopped. What she wanted was for Devon to lighten up the weight for a while, at least until she felt less tired. “You’d look CHARMING with grey hair, let’s not even get into this discussion AGAIN,” she shook her head with a playful smile on her lips. “But no, of course you aren’t, that’s not what I’m saying. But maybe you could, I don’t know, work smaller shifts? Or worked less days. It’s not like you have a big boss to answer to, you could do it, right?” Gale suggested. But, of course, in the end it all came down to what Devon wanted, and whatever that was, she’d stand by her.

The nickname, after all these years, still brought butterflies to Gale’s stomach. If it where anybody other than Devon or her parents to call her Abby, Abs or anything of the sort, Gale’s first instinct, which she wouldn’t controlled in a few seconds, would’ve been to deck them in the face. But with Devon, it just made her cling onto her side like a PARASITE and never leave. Which was sorta what she did after receiving the gentle kiss on her hand, scooting closer to her wife and slowly resting her had on her shoulder. “Oh, my God, Marisol, you took the words right out of my mouth, you have no idea, honey!” Gale looked up at her wife, an overly excited expression on her face. There were a few hobbies she had, and travelling was top 5 in that list. She’d fallen in love with her wife’s country and the thought of returning warmed her heart. “Take me back, yes! Please, let’s go on vacation, love! It must be so beautiful there this time of the year.”

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“Oh my goodness, I can’t wait,” Lennox breathed excitedly. She had never truly understood the wholeSURGEONS WERE CUT HAPPY until she had seen it all first hand, and now all she wanted to do was pick up a scalpel and join the ranks of those above and greater than her. Four years. Four years and she would be able to call herself a certified surgeon and she could not wait. Almost literally. “I – I am? I mean, thank you! I REALLY appreciate you saying that. Really, thank you,” Lennox gushed. Honestly, if it were possible for a human being to combust on the spot then Lennox surely would have. She was on CLOUD NINE, that was for sure. “Your nose is awesome,” she replied before truly thinking about her words. After a short pause and an internal groan, the first year resident approached the older woman. “— I have a question! When the patient coded, you waited for like ten seconds before acting, why was that? What were you LOOKING for?”

Gale could relate to how Lennox was so clearly feeling. She had too been an excited and overjoyed resident once, and despite being considerably less hyper than Lennox when it came to all things other than the hospital, she still managed to find a way she could see herself in her. One of the big reasons Gale chose to work at a teaching hospital was to be able to see those people she once was, and to inspire them like she’s been inspired by others. “You’re welcome.” She adored giving compliments to who deserved them, and she was sure that resident did. Gale could see the fire in her eyes, and she loved the drive inside of her. She had BEEN Lennox, and she knew exactly what she was thinking — no more ER duties, for Christ’s sake! Gale wished she could just outright tell her that despite how much she’d once hated of ER, the best thing that has ever happened in her life happened in an ER. But she refrained from the mushiness of her private life. She instinctively scrunched her nose at the comment, chuckling. “Thank you, I grew it myself.” She didn’t hold a slightly ironic note. As she was about to go back to taking notes, Lennox spoke again, just as eager as usual.

“The first thing I can say is that I was looking for the answer, I guess. He had so many injuries, it was hard to know exactly which one was causing him to code like that. At first I couldn’t even be sure it was the brain, but all the other surgeons were sure it wasn’t anything else.” She paused. “So I had to take a second look, check everything I’d done so far. It couldn’t have been the contusion, since I’d taken care of that already and he’d shown good response. Same with his diffuse axonal injury. The only cause had to be the through-and-through, which hadn’t shown any injury to the brain matter, very surprisingly. So the TEN SECONDS? That was me coming to the conclusion that he must’ve still had some pieces of glass in his head.”

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“I got to watch a THIRTEEN HOUR surgery today and it was – wow, just wow,” Lennox beamed brightly as she gushed over her residency. “I wasn’t in the OR, but man; I feel like a ROCKSTAR just by association alone. I CAN’T WAIT till I get to do that. On my own. That would be… ah! So good!”

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Gale had her cheek glued to the counter of the nurses’ station. She stared at her patient inside the post-op room through the glass wall and sighed. Raising her head back up so she could get to her notes, she noticed the resident beside her. She admired the young woman’s excitement over these sorts of things, so she let her finish her happy babble. “Not much longer until you can leave that gallery and join the OR.” Gale mumbled, looking down as she wrote important details of the surgery on the patient’s file. “You’re one of the GOOD ones, Dr. Manning.” She took a moment to look up, “I can tell. And I have a nose for those sorts of things.”

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Has she been getting enough sleep lately? Well, the answer was probably more than obviousnow that everything was basically buzzing from the news; the city never stopped committing crimes, the people didn’t stop needing help with legal problems, either. Safe to say that Devon was just simply stressed and exhausted, which was never a good combination. “— no, no,there’s no need for the massage, I think coffee and then some aspirin will do the trick,” she answered, carefully shaking her head. She was convinced that everything will get back to normal once she settles down in her home office, or even in a bed with her laptop on her lap. Although, plenty of people – including her wife – could say that this could only make her feel WORSE. A little hint of a smile made its way upon her features once Gale sat down and pressed a kiss to her lips – this was something that never failed to make her feel better. Being so close with one another, that feeling of comfort and safety was just something she needed the most, especiallyduring the times when their lives were at risk. “Do you think I NEED A BREAK?” Devon asked, her voice small, quiet, almost defeated. “— custody case. Mother and grandparents from paternal side. HEAVY.” She briefly mentioned, right before humming, and then taking a sip from the cup. “Only TWENTY this month – it’s not at all impressive, Gale; I could’ve done better.”

Honestly, Gale HATED seeing Devon like this. Everytime she wrapped up a case, she managed to look even more exhausted than when she was in the middle of the process. Gale described it as a mix of withdrawl and overwhelming weight being lift of her shoulders, and although she didn’t know what much she could do to help, she always tried to just be by Devon’s side. Especially since those were the moments when they could spend more time together, and Gale had to take advantage of that. “Whatever you say. But if you change your mind, the offer stands.” She settled herself on the bed, turning slightly to fix the placements of the pillows. Her back ached from the 8-hour-surgery she’d had that day, and she couldn’t bare any slight mistake in her posture right now. They were the busiest couple Gale knew, and all of her friends were honestly surprised at how they managed to nurture their marriage with all the time they spent working. To be fair, Gale didn’t quite know what did the trick for them, but if she had to guess, she’d say it was the fact that working wasn’t unilateral for them. They both worked their asses off, and they both LOVED their jobs. (Some would say they loved it too much.) Gale offered Devon a shy smile with a hint of sadness. “I really don’t know, baby. Have you been more tired than usual, lately? Sometimes I worry you’re gonna get sick from all the stress, Sol.” She worried. She worried like crazy, actually — about Devon’s health, which used to be mainly her mental health, but as of the last couple of months, she’d been dead worried about all of their LIVES as a whole, including their son’s. There wasn’t even much she could do, and the feeling of helplessness only made it worse. “Only twenty? That’s like, almost as many days in the month, sweetie, I don’t think you have to worry about doing better. You’re the BEST lawyer in town, and I don’t say that just because of the ring on my finger,” Gale brought her hand to her face, a bright smile accompanying it, “– I actually do mean it. And I’m not the only one who thinks so. Which is why it would be understandable that you took a little break, you know? Rebuild and all.” She reached for the newspaper on the nightstand and looked at the main headline. She sighed, but put the paper down on her lap. “That is, if you WANT to do that.”

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“fancy bumping into you here — i was literally just sitting over there, drinking my coffee, checking someone out and then i was like… ‘wait a second, i know that hair’.”

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Adjusting the glasses that were almost falling off her face to the correct position on the bridge of her nose, Gale looked up at the man speaking to her. “You’ve either mistaken me for someone you actually know or you’ve DREAMT about me,” she responded the stranger in a direct manner, noticing how much younger than her he probably was. “And I’m really hoping in the first option because she second is a tad bit creepy, sir.” Gale wasn’t at all pissed at the situation — she could be quite the flirty one sometimes — but she couldn’t pretend not to be a little weirded out by it. However, she played it cool.

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“I need an aspirin… or… maybe something stronger,” she paused, arching both of her eyebrows upwards as soon as she realised that what she just said could’ve been taken out of context and turned into something completely different. Devon then shook her head fondly, and added, “— as long as it’s legal, yes? – I think that I am the only person who gets a terrible headache after winning YET ANOTHER hard case…”

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The week had been a ROUGH one for most people in the city, and even though it was ending, everybody knew the week to come most likely wouldn’t be much brighter, but there was hope of a better tomorrow nonetheless. For Gale, coming home after work to be with her dogs and her wife was the perfect concept of a better tomorrow, and so she entered her bedroom with two mugs of coffee and a smile on her face. “Well, why don’t we start with a nice cup of coffee? And maybe a MASSAGE, if you’d like that. And then we’ll see if we get you that aspirin, yeah, honey?” She suggested, approaching Devon on the bed and giving her a small peck on the lips, as well as handing her the correct mug — since, of course, each of them had their own particular mug. “It’s actually very interesting that you brought that up! You know, the Neuroscientist journal came in the mail Monday and I was just reading an article during lunch today that said that some people are more likely to develop headaches and migraines related to the state of relaxation AFTER long periods of stress, rather than during said stressful period,” she babbled as she walked her way around the bed to her side, placing the coffee mug on the nightstand before the sat next to Devon and put her reading glasses on. “What case was it today, though? I get lost with the amount of cases you pick up, it’s pretty impressive that you win like, ALL OF THEM.”

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Isaac opened his mouth to argue back but thought BETTER of it after a split second pause. Lately, he and Gale had been butting heads more often than not and today was not exactly a day for that to continue – not when there were more PRESSING matters to deal with… that and his mother was buying. He may be stubborn, arrogant to a fault and non-shifting in his beliefs, but lay free food on the table and he’d be there. “I’m not entirely wrong, either,” he, however, did counter that point. “The people have a RIGHT TO KNOW and I’m just giving them that right. If I have to cross a moral line here and there then so be it. It’s better than keeping people in the dark,” he shrugged. “So… does this mean I’m about to get ANOTHER lecture? Because… pass.”

Despite the frequency in which Gale and Isaac had been disagreeing lately, she wasn’t going to break the personal note she’d made to herself to not let more than a week go by without actually having a sit-down and a conversation with her son. She wasn’t going to let arguments get in the way of that, ever. “That’s true, you’re not,” she stated. Indeed, the people had a right to know. “It’s just your way of doing things that aren’t always the most... ETHICAL.” She was hesitant in making the comment, but wouldn’t have enjoyed holding it back either way. She knew her son’s goals were noble and honorable, but she’d always had questions about his means of going about things. “Of course people shouldn’t be left in the dark,” she paused and looked up at Isaac, “but as much as everybody wants to know exactly what happened, everybody is in SHOCK. Everybody. So it is kind of insensitive, however righteous of you, to demand answers right away. Allow people to hurt a little, baby, everybody needs their time to mourn. Even if it’s just for a couple hours. You should to let it sink in.” She finished, finally reaching their usual table at the cafe, right in time to make one last note. “And no, that wasn’t a lecture, silly.”

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“Apparently asking for a GODDAMN QUOTE these days is grounds for being called an insensitive asshole,” Isaac grumbled as he lingered outside a coffee shop with a phone in one hand and his wallet in the other. He had visited the scene of the crime an hour previous and was basically sent packing. So, quite naturally, the male was PISSED. “— Fuckers.”

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Gale rolled her eyes. She was already starting to ask herself why she’d invited her son for coffee that exact morning. It had to have been that morning... All she had been hoping for was some peace and quiet, to be able to have a nice breakfast with Isaac. But nope, some big story had to happen. The whole mood changed in the city, and although Gale would downplay it and want to seem calm, she was devastated herself. She slid her sunglasses from her eyes to the top of her head and gave her son a smile that could only have been considered fake. “Language.” She repreended before leading the way inside the coffee. “They’re not entirely wrong... Journalists asking for quotes too soon are just downright annoying, to say the least. You could’ve waited at least until after they actually KNOW something themselves.”