JAMIE LESTRADE

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KATE. 

That was the one thing Katelynn had always been scared of. How close the pair were right now. The best of friends with an unimaginable friendship that she would never ever want to lose. But she couldn’t ignore this, not with everything she had felt last night. The rush when his fingertips touched her bare skin, how happy she felt to be close to him. Would it be worth it? Should they risk the chance of fucking up their friendship for the rest of their lives? Maybe. Maybe it was. But only time would tell and boy Katelynn was so nervous to even start the discussion. Why wasn’t Jamie taking control? If he could just crack a simple joke or line that would hint he remembered she could ease up a tad. All she was panicking about for now was what if he didn’t actually remember? What if she had dreamed it? No– she was butt naked in his bed this morning. She couldn’t have dreamed it. “Sure.” She cleared her throat, trying to shake the thoughts from her mind. They had a job to do and until Jamie was ready to talk about it himself she would have to keep quiet. Maybe he thought destroying their friendship wasn’t worth it. “Oh you do know how to push the boat out Jamie. You best not forget my extra hash brown this time.” She grinned, dragging her luggage to the check in booth. This was the most painful and boring part about travelling. 

As soon as they were through security Katelynn was bolting towards Mcdonalds pulling Jamie in her stride. This sick-y feeling was definitely hunger. Thank goodness it was dead enough for them to order and find a seat before anything came from the nausea. "Maybe after this, we can get those drinks I’ve been promised too.“ She grinned, scoffing a sausage and egg McMuffin in her mouth. God, slow down Katelynn. Was that bad? She was ready to start drinking before 9 in the morning? No of course not. She’s stressed. With a innocent smile she batted her eyelashes at Jamie, which sometimes ( almost always ) seemed to work. "This hangover is your fault, asshole.”

He threw his carry on into the empty seat next to him and slowly unwrapped his own muffin. He started this morning like an asshole, he was going to continue in that way. Sure, Jamie could say something nice, lead her into it, treat the situation as tenderly as he was treating his breakfast but that sounded boring. He took one bite and the egg yolk trailed down his chin into what he was trying to pass as a beard. “Well you better be on some sort of birth control because I didn’t wrap up last night and if you’re cooking the future Lestrade's in there, I ain’t buying you anything other then coke zero.” Then he grinned, all teeth and McMuffin. 

In truth, it was this or nothing. While her stomach pains might be hunger induced, his was all butterflies and probably a lot of other flying creatures, if how much it wriggled was anything to go by. Jamie rarely didn’t anything in half’s and this morning it would be no different. Maybe the way he did it would shock her into slapping him or something, which would at least start a conversation. Post-baggage was a good plan too, it was unlikely she wasn’t going to come with him now. Although she might not be so up for staying at the same hotel anymore. Best cast, now they wouldn’t need the second room though. Yes, best case she would laugh and punch his arm and then they would either have a serious talk or make out. He hopes for the second. 

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KATE. 

No matter how many times they seemed to drink together Katelynn always seemed worse with her hangover and boy did she begrudge Jamie for that. It wasn’t fair! You’d think by now she would have found a coping mechanism but it was the same old crap every time. Pounding head, sick to the stomach from either hunger or the remaining alcohol still swishing around in her tummy–but she was always too scared to eat incase it was the latter. “Yes please. Can we make them doubles?” She mumbled.

Sebastian had only just left London (to go home to his secret wife bare in mind!) and just like Irene he had always been, he was jealous of Jamie and how close the pair was. He never admitted it but Katelynn wasn’t blind, she saw it in his eyes just like she did with Irene about herself. However–Katelynn couldn’t shake the feeling of how right Jamie’s frame felt pressed against her body. His hands gently pulling through her hair, lips tracing fragile kisses down her stomach. It felt so natural and she couldn’t shake it from her mind.

Here we go. You dick face. Was he really pulling that card? A slight smile curled in the corner of her lips at the partial memories of him belting out Abba’s greatest hits. “Highlight of the night–as well as other things.” She thought she better test the waters a small bit. What if he didn’t remember? More terrifyingly, what if he didn’t want too? Bad things? Was it… bad. Shit. “Jamie…” Pausing briefly, she faced his direction ready to ask the all important question about last night’s antics. Before she could finish the taxi driver swerved into a tight gap and braked. “Here we are, Gatwick airport.” Phew. Saved by the bell. Almost without hesitation Katelynn was out the car and helping the man lug the suitcases out of the boot. It could wait; it would have too. Maybe after a few cocktails she’d be fine.

Maybe he could fake it, push forward with the clueless puppy dog look. It wouldn’t be so bad; maybe for a while there would be some awkwardness but it wouldn’t last and then things wouldn’t have to change! Although he wasn’t sure about that either. If this was the end of the friendship and things were just bad and awkward from now on, then yes, everything should stay exactly the same, but what if it was something else? What is this was the natural progression of their relationship-- to be more? Irene was always his lover before his friend, which was great, but it didn’t always lead to the healthiest relationship. It was built on distrust of each other and insecurities but there wasn’t that with Kate. Their relationship would be built on a friendship; more than that, a best friendship. Years of getting to know each other without trying to get into each other’s underwear. He wasn’t insecure about how she felt about him; he wasn’t jealous of other guys. His love for Kate was completely pure; as long as she was safe and happy, he was. 

He jumped out the taxi, managing to pull off not hearing her for the moment. The decision would have to be made though, and soon. If it wasn’t made now, they might be stuck in each other friend zone for the rest of their days. Kate would met someone else who made her happy and Jamie would be stuck in his one night stand existence forever. Fuck, getting over Irene was hard enough and now he would be getting over Kate as well. But was he even under her? What if they went for it and then fell out of love somewhere down the line? As much as he’s all for ending relationship well, you can’t go back to just being friends, it’s impossible. 

When he thought about it though, the idea that he would get to wake up next to Kate, kiss her whenever he wanted, put his arm around her and say stupid shit like, that’s my girl. God, maybe that was worth the risk. Jam handed over the cash for the taxi and managed his suitcase in one hand, and Kate’s in the other. “McDonalds breakfast once we’re checked in? It’s on me.” 

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KATE.

Katelynn’s main source of guilt stemmed from the reasons they had both been drinking in the first place. Irene gone; the same as Sebastian. But Katelynn couldn’t shake the feeling of how much she had wanted him. For months. Years. Dare she even admit it out loud but she loved Jamie. At first she believed it was just as friends; now she realised she was trying to convince everybody else it was as friends because she knew the real answer. But she was scared. What if this ruined them and everything they had built?

Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of him in the door way. She wanted to jump forward and pull him close to her. Kiss those perfectly soft lips just like last night but the fear was still nagging in her mind; biting away. “Always fashionable,” Katelynn grinned, heart pounding against her chest as her hand brushed his when he took her suitcase. What was wrong with her? This was Jamie for Christ sake. Her best friend. And it shouldn’t matter than not even 7 hours ago she was lying stark naked in his bed–actually no. That’s what done it. She felt like a school girl again, embarrassed and silly.

Once all bags were packed in the boot and they had climbed into the taxi Katelynn took time to ponder over his question. Her head was splitting, each bump in the car pounding against her skull. With a groan slipping from her lips she sunk down in her seat, resting her head against his shoulder. “Horrific. I think I’m dying.” Her fingertips unknowingly traced his hand as she continued staring out the front windscreen at the passing traffic. “I’m not looking forward to this 11 hour flight.”

“We could get a drink at the airport. Hair of the dog.” He was trained in the art of long journeys with a post vodka headache. But actually, he felt alright. Jamie had been drunk for sure, but there was more to him, he didn’t take as bad as Kate did. How many mornings had he jumped out of bed to find Kate slowly dying in the spareroom? That’s where he should have found her this morning. She should have brought her things last night and ended up in his spare room, not leaving at four in the morning, and not leaving from his bed. Now he thought about it, he was sure Irene would spite him somehow. Technically, that bed has never been hers. Not long after her death he had sold the house, and the furniture and restarted with a smaller flat. That had been one miserable Ikea visit; not even the meatballs could cheer Jamie up that day. 

But still, the place in his bed belonged to Irene. He wasn’t never going to move on, but Irene had always been paranoid about him and Kate, was it so fair to his fiance's memory that Kate was the first person he had slept with after she was gone? His stomach squeezed at the thought, but he shook it from his head. Irene was dead; he was moving on and that was okay, even if Irene might have suggested differently. His hand took one of the yellow bars in the taxi, eyes peering out of the window as an ‘airport’ sign suggested they were ten minutes out. 

“Ugh,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence that threatened to make it awkward. “Last night is such a blur. Did I really sing Mama Mia? I tell you, tequila makes me do things.” Is he really going down the cowards route? Pleading innocence; no admission to what he’s done? Is the brave Jamie Lestrade going to leave this to his best friend? “Baaad things.” Why, yes he is. 

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KATE. 

05:22am | March 2014

     Katelynn, still borderline drunk but coming to her senses, sunk down onto her sofa, petite shaky hands gripping onto her heels. Shit—what just happened? What did they do!? Tiny widgets of the night came through in flashes. There was crying on both her and her best friend Jamie’s behalf—over heart breaks and recent losses. Lots of alcohol and atrocious singing (again from both counterparts) followed by a bit of dancing and not-so-scary ghost tales. But then there was—oh dear. There was kissing (oh how she could still feel the soft trail of kisses he had left down her neck causing her stomach to sommersalt). It was all harmful at first. Though quite quickly it led into something more heated, further than their friendship had ever gone. Admittedly something Katelynn had secretly always wanted but not like that. Not under those circumstances. But she hadn’t the will to stop herself and nor did she really want too. The brunette ran her fingers through her tatted locks trudging to the bathroom for a quick shower. How awkward was this gonna be from now on? She could barely concentrate on the burning water prickling her skin. Shit! What if she’s lost her best friend?

After what seemed like a life time of trying to wash away the guilt she managed to pull herself away from the warmth of the water and to her bedroom. She peered at her phone—06:34am. In just under two hours time Katelynn would have to be back at Jamie’s apartment and then endure a long painful car journey to the airport. Ironically this just had to happen the night before their important trip to Vegas for a client. Course—typical! She hoped he hadn’t been offended by her quick getaway whilst he slept. Excuses were hard to come by for Kate but today she had a solid one. She had to pack! And Jamie must know by now that it took Katelynn hours. However… she wouldn’t tell him how her suitcase was already pre-packed and waiting to go by the front door for the past two days. No judging; she just needed some time to clear her brain, wrap her head around what had happened.

07:21am. It wasn’t long before Katelynn was pulling up to Jamie’s apartment. She paid off the taxi driver and lugged her self and her suitcase to the front door. Just breathe Katelynn—it’s fine. He’s your best friend. You’ve got this! Couple more minutes of a useless pep talk to herself and Katelynn was banging on the door, bracing herself with an attempt of her signature smile. “C’mon Jam— we’re gonna be late.”

Jamie’s morning was not plagued by worry or guilt like Katelynn’s was. He has crashed, fully dressed on top of his covers and not woken again until he alarm shattered his dreams at about seven am (actually it was three minutes past; his alarms are always set at odd times). His own memory of the night before weren’t as clear or straightforward. It was like when you leave to go on holiday and you know you have forgotten something but you’re not sure what. You do your idiot checks; wallet, phone, passport, check. Still, there it is, that nagging sensation that in a day you’ll wake up the middle of the night cursing yourself for forgetting your flip flops. 

Apart from the fact that this was a more serious matter than forgetting a pair of easily replaceable flip flops. He would have, of course, cared more about it if he knew the agony that his best friend was going through. He was in the shower before ten past and fragments of the night started to piece together, like an impossible jigsaw finally starting to look like what the outside of the box suggests. His head sways a little, as does his stomach, as he remembers the tequila shots that seemed like such a good idea after the vodka and orange juice. Then there was all the sobbing, full on gasping tears from both of them as they mourned and regretted and whined for what they had lost. At least he had her. Jamie remembered saying that now; how it had stopped the crying from both of them. Loss was replaced with thankfulness. 

Then she had looked at him funny, a look he had returned with just as much confusion but determined want. He touched his lips with his fingers, where last night she had touched them with her own. They were as soft as they looked, he had always wondered that. By the time he was out the shower and heading down for some cereal the whole night was as clear as the sky above him. He grinned to himself as the cheerios hit the bowl. This was right. Wasn’t this what he had wanted for so long? Maybe not like this but he would take what he could get. 

So you can imagine his slight disappointment when she doesn’t greet him with a sheepish kiss or something along those lines. It’s business as usual for her. Jamie’s smile matches hers, bright and breezy. “We’re not late, we’re-- fashionable?” He pulls a backpack onto this shoulders and offers to take any of her bags too. His own his heavy; less than two days worth of clothes and mostly camera gear. They’ll have some stuff for him there, but his own is always better. Maybe she had forgotten. In a cloud of tequila shots and ABBA, she had lost track. “How’s the head?” 

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