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Tara sat in a red vinyl booth at the far corner of the bar, drowning her fourth tequila shot. It had been a couple of weeks since she had been to the pub, drinking herself into oblivion. She stopped her nightly activities after she began to experience unexplainable feelings around a certain redhead, which was when the thoughts of having mindless sex with random women just didn’t seem appealing to her anymore.

She realized that it was because there was only one person she wanted to be with and it was Doctor Willow Rosenberg. Even back then, she was already unconsciously falling in love with her. Tara smiled humorlessly to herself at her own ignorance. Signaling a passing waitress, Tara held up her empty shot glass, indicating that she would like another flight. Her mind was plagued with thoughts of Willow, whom she reckoned must be enjoying her dinner date with her best friend at the moment.

"Thanks," Tara said hoarsely when the waitress set down the narrow shot glasses in front of her. She knocked back two of the glasses in quick succession, trying to get as much alcohol into her system as possible.

Margarete Thatcher had been right about her being abandoned and alone. Her mother died when she was young and her father had become non-existent not long after that. She hadn’t spoken a word to him since she went into the police academy years ago. That was where she met Julian who had stuck with her through thick and thin over the years, the only consistent and reliable presence in her life. For months, he had gushed about Willow and only asked her out on the occasions where their standoffs were mildly heated. Willow had rejected him every time because of her and he had over time slowly put off his advances in consideration of his partner. And all it had taken her was a few minutes to toss him to the back of her head and be intimate with the very same person her adored.

Anger, frustration, guilt and pain were only a few of the emotions she was able to identify amongst the rest that she was feeling. Wolfing down the rest of her shots, Tara looked around the bar, searching for the pair of eyes that had been watching her for quite a while. She met a pair of green eyes, belonging to a flaxen-haired woman sitting on a stool at the bar counter. The thought of seeking out comfort with the stranger on the other side of the bar crossed her mind; but she quickly casted it away. She didn’t want to feel good. She wanted to punish herself.

Sliding out of the booth, Tara stumbled to the exit, avoiding eye contact with the wanton woman. Stuffing both of her hands into the pockets of her jacket, Tara searched for her car keys. She fumbled with the ring of various keys before finally finding the right one and inserting it into the keyhole of her car, parked at the side of the road. Her vision was becoming blurry and her surroundings started to spin. Once she entered her car, nestling down into the driver’s seat, Tara pulled the door shut forcefully and leaned her head back onto the headrest. Tossing the keys over her shoulder into the backseat, she thought of her friend and Willow, sincerely hoping that they worked out; even if it meant at her expense. Within seconds, her eyes began to flutter close, darkness enveloping her.

 
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Julian briskly walked across the modest sized, mood-lit restaurant, chivalrously pulling out a seat for his date before making his way across the small table to his own chair.

"Thank you." Willow smiled amiably at the gentlemanly gesture.

Within seconds, their waiter arrived at their table, laying down the menus in front of them as he recited the specials for the day from memory. Once finished, he jotted down their drink orders before politely excusing himself from the table, giving Willow and Julian the chance to skim through a list of choices.

The drive to the restaurant had been pleasant enough with the both of them exchanging small talk as well as sharing personal stories, though the latter was mostly divulged by Julian with a great deal of enthusiasm.

"So, what do you think about this place?" Julian asked tentatively. He had spent some time trying to pick the perfect place for their first date and settled on Blue Moon at last after reading through countless raving reviews.

"I think it’s great. You must have gone through a lot of trouble," Willow answered with a guilty expression. She felt absolutely dreadful for what she was about to do and the effort that her companion had put in only made it that much harder.

"Not at all. Besides, even if I had, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Not for you," Julian smiled charmingly. He had waited for this opportunity for more than a year now. He would have done anything to make this an enjoyable night for her.

Willow smiled back awkwardly as she contemplated on the manner in which to put her feelings and thought into words. She had spent the better part of the day rehearsing the speech out loud, remembering every word from start to finish. But now, sitting across from the gentle-eyed detective, her confidence vanished much like the words she had planned to say. Hesitantly, she bit down on her lower lip and stared at Julian apologetically. Julian frowned slightly at the strange look he was receiving. Their silent exchange was briefly interrupted when the waiter arrived with their drinks, placing a glass of red wine in front of Willow and a scotch on the rocks in front of Julian.

"Are you all set to order?" The waiter asked with a well practiced smile, a pen held at the ready against his order pad.

"Um," Julian faltered, his eyes still locked on Willow's. "I think we need another minute," he finally said, slowly turning his head to look at the waiter, "thanks."

"Not a problem," the man replied jovially, oblivious to the glum expressions at the table. "I'll be back in a few."

Turning his attention back to the redhead, Julian swallowed the lump forming in the back of his throat, wondering if he had done or said something wrong. "What is it?" he asked concernedly.

Willow opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again when she couldn’t find the right words. She let out a beaten breath as she forced herself to be honest with the brunette. "Actually, the reason I agreed to have dinner with you tonight is…" she grimaced, utterly dismayed by the whole situation that she had created.

"Is to what?" Julian asked, his eyebrows turning upward in curiosity.

Willow took a deep calming breath to steady her nerves. "You’re a great guy, Julian. But the reason I agreed to have dinner with you tonight was to tell you I can’t do this. I’m sorry."

Julian frowned in puzzlement. "Can’t do this? What do you mean can’t…" he paused immediately when comprehension set in. "You mean, date me?"

"It’s not you. You’re a really great guy …"

"It's not you," Julian repeated dejectedly, his chest tightening slightly as the words whispered past his lips. "Damn, I always thought that was just something people said in movies."

"Really Julian, it isn't. You're a really great guy..." she proclaimed, hoping to quell the man's disappointment.

"Then what is it?" the detective asked, slightly defensive.

"It’s just that I like someone else … I think." Willow replied rather unconvincingly.

"You think?" Julian breathed out in disbelief as he arched an unimpressive eyebrow, receiving only a shrug from his supposed date in response. He passed a hand over his face and leaned back into his cushioned seat, his face crestfallen. Staring blankly at the slowly melting ice-cubes in the glass siting in front of him, Julian tried to come to terms with reality.

"I am so sorry. For everything," Willow said in a quiet voice as she delivered her heartfelt regret. As much as she hated to hurt Julian, she was also relieved that she had finally told him the truth about her feelings. The next problem would be to tell him that the person she liked was his best friend, a woman; completely outing herself. But she knew before she could reveal anything to him, she had to first talk with Tara who had been ignoring her calls.

Julian nodded dumbly at the apology as he sat up. "Well, I can’t really force you into anything so…" he heaved a heavy sigh. This night had turned out to be the complete opposite of what he had hoped.Reaching for the glass of scotch, Julian brought it to his lips, downing the glass in one pull. Lowering the glass, he let out a defeated sigh, "I guess we’re just not meant to be."

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 Post subject: Re: New Fic: Maybe It's Just Me - Update 05/06/2020
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I'm relieved that Tara didn't stumble into another one night stand in her heartache. Then I was scared that Tara would try to drive home in her drunken state - thank goodness that she only "crawled" into her car to sleep it of.

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Willow took a deep calming breath to steady her nerves. "You’re a great guy, Julian. But the reason I agreed to have dinner with you tonight was to tell you I can’t do this. I’m sorry."

Julian frowned in puzzlement. "Can’t do this? What do you mean can’t…" he paused immediately when comprehension set in. "You mean, date me?"

"It’s not you. You’re a really great guy …"

"It's not you," Julian repeated dejectedly, his chest tightening slightly as the words whispered past his lips. "Damn, I always thought that was just something people said in movies."

"Really Julian, it isn't. You're a really great guy..." she proclaimed, hoping to quell the man's disappointment.

"Then what is it?" the detective asked, slightly defensive.

"It’s just that I like someone else … I think." Willow replied rather unconvincingly.

"You think?" Julian breathed out in disbelief as he arched an unimpressive eyebrow, receiving only a shrug from his supposed date in response. He passed a hand over his face and leaned back into his cushioned seat, his face crestfallen. Staring blankly at the slowly melting ice-cubes in the glass siting in front of him, Julian tried to come to terms with reality.

"I am so sorry. For everything," Willow said in a quiet voice as she delivered her heartfelt regret.


I am not too impressed about the "vague" way Willow told Julian that and why she can't have a relationship with him. If I were Julian I would think "Great, couldn't you have told me that when I asked you out instead of accepting the date?!" In my opinion Willow should have just told Julian frankly that she's gay. Then there would have been no need on this occasion to even mention to him that she "might" like someone else. I'm sure the disappointment that he can never be with her would have been lessened with the knowledge that no other man will either. Now poor Julian will probably ponder endlessly "who is the guy she likes and what does he have that I haven't?" (or whatever self-doubts a bruised, fragile male ego conjures up :wink).


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Aww man, poor Julian. Like woohoo our girls but still, poor dude.

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I feel so bad for Julian. It sucks that Willow broke the news to him like that, but I kinda get it. I was in a position similar. I had a friend who was crushing on me hard but I only had eyes for her roommate. so I friend zoned them. I planned out this long speech to let them know I wasn't interested in them in that way but basically became a bumbling fool and condensed this super long speech down to two minutes. We laugh about it now (she's still my best friend) but at the time I felt like such a jerk.

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I'm relieved that Tara didn't stumble into another one night stand in her heartache. Then I was scared that Tara would try to drive home in her drunken state - thank goodness that she only "crawled" into her car to sleep it of.




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I am not too impressed about the "vague" way Willow told Julian that and why she can't have a relationship with him. If I were Julian I would think "Great, couldn't you have told me that when I asked you out instead of accepting the date?!" In my opinion Willow should have just told Julian frankly that she's gay. Then there would have been no need on this occasion to even mention to him that she "might" like someone else. I'm sure the disappointment that he can never be with her would have been lessened with the knowledge that no other man will either. Now poor Julian will probably ponder endlessly "who is the guy she likes and what does he have that I haven't?" (or whatever self-doubts a bruised, fragile male ego conjures up :wink).


I know, it's not am ideal way to break the news to someone, but I needed it to play out this way so the story could progress in a certain way. Julian will be filled in about Willow's gayness and total lack of male interest shortly.

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Aww man, poor Julian. Like woohoo our girls but still, poor dude.


Julian's definitely having a rough week and its not gonna let up any time soon.


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I feel so bad for Julian. It sucks that Willow broke the news to him like that, but I kinda get it.


It's hard not to feel bad for him, especially in the way he was "dumped".

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I was in a position similar. I had a friend who was crushing on me hard but I only had eyes for her roommate. so I friend zoned them. I planned out this long speech to let them know I wasn't interested in them in that way but basically became a bumbling fool and condensed this super long speech down to two minutes. We laugh about it now (she's still my best friend) but at the time I felt like such a jerk.


Oh no! That sucks. Its weird how adrenaline and nervous energy can screw with your mind to the point where you completely forget what you wanted to say, but glad you were able to work it all out and remain friends.

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Tara awoke in her car at the crack of dawn as the sun started to creep over the horizon, the yellow translucent rays of light penetrating her eyelids. Shifting back to consciousness, Tara grimaced as pain shot through her skull. Her head steadily throbbed from the surplus of alcohol; the inner surface of her skull pulsing like a single, giant nerve being chewed on by some ruminant animal.

As she shifted in her seat to alleviate the full body muscle ache from the awkward position she had passed out in, Tara grimaced once more, a hand flying up instantly to rub at the back of her stiff neck. Pulling her hand away, she looked down at her sweat coated fingers, only then realizing the car’s stuffiness as condensation permeated the windows. Cranking the window down to allow cool air to flow into the makeshift sauna, Tara looked at her watch, sighing in dismay when she realized she had a full 24 hours to waste before she would hear from Julian and undeniably, how magnificent his date with Willow was.

She knew she was in for a long day. She had been awake for barely five minutes and already her thoughts were being flooded by Willow. By Willow with Julian. By Willow going home with Julian. By Willow realizing she'd rather be with Julian. Her thoughts were darkening quickly with all the possible scenarios on how the date ended and what the future held swirled around her mind.

Laboriously, Tara rotated herself in the seat to reach behind her for her discarded car keys, winching when she strained a particular muscle in her back. Straightening herself back out, Tara took in several deep calming breaths as she attempted to push through her self-inflicted hangover. With the sensation of nausea passed, Tara inserted the key into the ignition and drove off in the direction of her apartment.

Like many Sundays in the past, Tara already knew how she would be spending the day; combating her hangover with more liquor, greasy Chinese food and bad television until she fell asleep.


Monday Morning

For the second day in a row, Tara awoke to the suns bright rays penetrating her eyelids. The hangover she had felt the day before seemed minute in comparison to the one she was currently sporting. Sluggishly, the brunette pushed herself off the couch and slowly made her way to the hall bathroom in search of a cold shower. After getting herself cleaned up rather arduously and swallowing a handful of Ibuprofen to relieve the killer headache, Tara headed out the front door of her apartment. She pondered about taking the day off from work so that she didn’t have to face Julian, but finally decided against it. As she walked to the entrance of the precinct from the parking lot, the siren from one of the LAPD cruisers sounded and it rang deafeningly inside her head, making her headache that much worse. Quickly, Tara broke out into a sluggish jog toward the building in an attempt to get away from the annoying sound faster.

As she entered headquarters, Tara smiled politely toward some of the detectives and police officers that greeted her as she made her way to her desk.
"Hey." She frowned when Julian looked up at her with an upset expression. "What’s wrong?" Tara asked worryingly since Julian wasn’t the brooding kind.

He sighed bleatingly. "Things didn’t go so well with Dr. Rosenberg yesterday. She dumped me. Well, she didn’t exactly dump me since we weren’t actually together in the first place, but I thi-"

"Wait, hold on. What?" Tara breathed out in disbelief, not quite sure whether she had heard him correctly. Her frowned deepened.

"She told me she can’t be with me. Said she likes somebody else. I mean, who can that be?" Julian replied dejectedly before burying his head in his hands.

Tara stared open-mouthed into space. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend the idea that Willow might like her back and as it started to sink in, she nearly laughed out in ecstasy. Every single fiber and nerve in her body was on edge. She was powerless to stop a grin from spreading across her face, sighing out softly in relief at the same time. The glimmer in her eyes disappeared when they fell on the disconsolate figure of Julian. Her happiness lasted all of thirteen seconds before being swiftly replaced by guilt. Clenching her jaw, feeling slightly sickened by her own actions, Tara placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Julian lifted his head slowly out of his hands when he felt a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. "Thanks, Tara," he smiled gratefully.

Tara simply nodded in acknowledgement. She turned away from him and walked a few steps to the chair on her side of the desk. Even with the emotional turmoil she was having on the inside, the need to see Willow overpowered everything.


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After arriving home from dinner with Julian the night before, she collapsed onto her bed straight away. She woke up in the morning, shivering and sniffling, her illness finally hitting her after a day of incubation period. It took all of Willow’s strength to crawl out of the comfort of her bed in order to search the bathroom for a thermometer. Her eyes widened in incredulity several moments later when the temperature gauge indicated she had a fever of 102.3.

Lethargically, Willow meandered back to her bed, curling up underneath a thick wool blanket with a crumpled tissue in her hand. The medication she had taken twenty minutes prior finally starting to take effect as her weary eyelids grew heavy. Just as she was about to drift off into a peaceful sleep, the loud knocking on her apartment door jolter her eyes open. Groaning grumpily at the persistent knocking, Willow threw back the comforter as she slowly shifted off the bed.

Standing in the stuffy hallway, Tara fidgeted restlessly as she waited for Willow to answer the door. She had dropped by the morgue at the hospital after getting off from work slightly earlier, but the spunky medical examiner was nowhere to be seen. After asking a few nurses of the redhead’s whereabouts, she later found out that Willow had called in sick, which was what had brought her here. She raised her hand to knock on the white-colored door again when it swung open to reveal a weak looking, sweatshirt and pajama clad Willow.

Tara smiled at how cute she looked in spite of the sickly appearance. The adorable reddish button nose stood out most of all, set against the milieu of pallid features.

Willow was surprised to see the brunette detective standing at her front door. She was going to ask what Tara was doing here when she saw the amused look on her face.

"Why are you smiling?" she questioned in a croaky voice, eyebrows knitting together in puzzlement.

"What? Oh, nothing," Tara replied after snapping out of her daze, shaking her head. "Erm, I came to see how you’re doing," she continued, answering the unasked question.

Willow stared straight at the brunette with a skeptical look. "I’m okay. As far as I-feel-like-crap goes," she said in one of the most endearing ways despite her unsmiling expression.

Tara chuckled, but cut it short instantly at the intent look she was given.

"Why didn’t you return my calls?" Willow asked. Although she knew she had hurt Tara, she couldn’t help but feel mad at her for not hearing out her explanation. "Did you even listen to the messages I left?" She leaned against the frame of the door, suddenly feeling light headed.

"No," Tara answered in honesty, dropping her head. "I’m sorry. I just … hey, are you okay?" she looked up to see Willow relying on the frame for support. She hastily took a few steps forward, bending her knees slightly to get a closer look at Willow’s face. She tenderly held her ashen face in one hand and brushed strands of red hair away from her cheek with the other.

Willow mumbled some incoherent consonants in return.

"Of course not. Come on." Tara wrapped her arm around Willow’s shoulder and led her into the apartment, closing the door with the heel of her foot.
Making her way into the apartment, Tara sat Willow down slowly onto the couch in the living room. Leaning forward, Willow rested her elbows on her knees before covering her face in her hands. She was starting to feel nauseous. She jumped internally when a foreign hand was placed on her back, moving up and down soothingly. The queasiness notwithstanding, she smiled a tiny smile in the palms of her hands. The movements were gradually easing her discomfort.

Tara watched Willow with a worried frown as she rubbed her back. When she felt tensed muscles relaxing, a wave of relief washed over her. "Feeling better?" she asked tentatively, never ceasing the movement of her hand.

Willow nodded into her hands, before turning her head to meet Tara’s eyes. Her heart fluttered at the concern she saw in the depths of those mesmerizing azure eyes. "Much. Thanks," she replied in a soft voice, smiling appreciatively.

Tara melted internally at the sight of Willow’s smile. "Do you need anything? Food? Water?"

Willow yawned as she shook her head. The small amount of energy she had left draining away. "No. I just wanna lie down and sleep."

"Okay, let’s get you to bed." Tara said as she helped Willow up from the couch and walked her to the bedroom.

Willow sat on the edge of the bed with her eyes half-closed while Tara threw out some of the tissues lying around the mattress. The brunette shook her head in amusement. She then moved to lay the redhead down, tucking her into bed. She sat with one of her knees bent, watching Willow as she fell asleep.

When she was getting up to leave, Willow sleepily grabbed one of her hands and turned on her side to face the other direction, pulling Tara’s hand along with her. Tara lay awkwardly sideways on the bed, unsure of what she should do next. She held a mental debate before finally settling on kicking off her shoes and snuggling into bed behind Willow. She simply couldn’t leave her alone in the poor state of health that she was in.

Tara pulled the sleeping beauty closer to her as she settled in. "Sleep well, Willow," she whispered into the mass of auburn hair before planting the softest of kisses on the back of her head.

Willow hummed blissfully in response.

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Straightening herself back out, Tara took in several deep calming breaths as she attempted to push through her self-inflicted hangover. With the sensation of nausea passed, Tara inserted the key into the ignition and drove off in the direction of her apartment.

:happy With the amount of rest alcohol which must still have been in her body after just a few hours of sleep, Tara still shouldn't have driven.

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Like many Sundays in the past, Tara already knew how she would be spending the day; combating her hangover with more liquor, greasy Chinese food and bad television until she fell asleep.

Sounds like Tara is at least on the verge of having an alcohol problem... hopefully that will vanish once she and Willow finally get together.

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Tara stared open-mouthed into space. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend the idea that Willow might like her back and as it started to sink in, she nearly laughed out in ecstasy. Every single fiber and nerve in her body was on edge. She was powerless to stop a grin from spreading across her face, sighing out softly in relief at the same time.

I was relieved that Tara swiftly combined that she "might" be the one Willow likes and didn't fall into brooding what other guy (or woman) might "steal" Willow. Good thing Julian didn't see her grin though.
Still I fear that Julian will feel betrayed by Tara once he finds out that she and Willow are together (especially if he doesn't find out that Willow is gay at least a few days before that).

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"Why didn’t you return my calls?" Willow asked. Although she knew she had hurt Tara, she couldn’t help but feel mad at her for not hearing out her explanation. "Did you even listen to the messages I left?" She leaned against the frame of the door, suddenly feeling light headed.

"No," Tara answered in honesty, dropping her head. "I’m sorry.

Bad Tara. You wasted the whole sunday and didn't even check your phone for messages?

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When she was getting up to leave, Willow sleepily grabbed one of her hands and turned on her side to face the other direction, pulling Tara’s hand along with her. Tara lay awkwardly sideways on the bed, unsure of what she should do next. She held a mental debate before finally settling on kicking off her shoes and snuggling into bed behind Willow. She simply couldn’t leave her alone in the poor state of health that she was in.

Tara pulled the sleeping beauty closer to her as she settled in. "Sleep well, Willow," she whispered into the mass of auburn hair before planting the softest of kisses on the back of her head.

Willow hummed blissfully in response.

Awwww! :flower
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Aww man that's cute as heck.

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Hopefully the cuteness continues when they wake up. Looking forward to them having a conversation about being together. Not quite looking forward to their conversation with Julian about being together :(


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Sorry for the delay, this week has completely gotten away from me and I didn't realize until right now that I forgot to post the new chapter.
Thanks Wills Redemption, leftindust, and wickedaddiction for your review/feedback. Sorry about not doing individual replies; I'm limited on time. Hope ya'll enjoy this new update.

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CHAPTER 19

Willow sighed out mellifluously as her eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was the shaft of sunlight that had crept through the little opening between her maroon translucent curtains.

She shifted her body to lie flat on her back, but stiffened instantly when she bumped into something solid behind her. Her heart banged against her chest. She slowly looked down to see an arm draped over her waist.

She turned her head back as carefully as she could. Her startled expression softened once she came face to face with a peaceful looking Tara. She had no memory of how they ended up this way, but she had no complaints. She turned her whole body around in measured motion so that she could properly watch the detective as she slept.

Unable to resist the temptation to touch the other woman, she reached her hand out and gently brushed the brown-colored hair away from the angelic face and tugged them behind the detectives ear, smiling amusingly when Tara scrunched up her nose reflexively in response.

Willow wasn’t sure how long she had been lying there, simply admiring the brunette’s exquisite features. When she lifted her head up to steal a quick look at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand behind Tara, she started stirring. She caught glimpses of the crystal blue irises as her eyes flickered.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Willow whispered smilingly once Tara had come around.

Tara stretched her tense muscles before settling down again. She grinned when Willow greeted her, silently hoping there would be more chances for her to wake up to the redhead.

"Morning to you too. I can see that you’re feeling better." She commented, noticing the cheery mood and also how the rose-colored cheeks were back and the redness of her nose almost gone.

"I am. And thanks, for staying with me overnight … " Willow trailed off towards the end. She blushed slightly at the sudden realization that they were lying very close together in bed, both awake.

"Yeah," Tara breathed out, seemingly having the same realization. She stared pensively at Willow before lifting her head up a little and then slowly leaned in toward her.

Willow was about to give in to her impulse and meet the brunette halfway when she remembered her present physical condition. Just as their lips were about to touch, she placed both her hands on Tara’s shoulders to halt her progress, receiving an annoyed frown and an adorable pout. She couldn’t help but chuckle at Tara’s childlike reactions.

"I’m sick. I don’t want you getting infected," Willow explained, her left thumb caressing the detective’s cheek tenderly.

Tara narrowed her eyes as she internally weighed her options. After pondering for a few seconds longer, she closed the distance between them and landed a soft kiss on Willow’s lips. The redhead closed her eyes and reveled in the tender moment.

"I have a pretty strong immune system. It’s gonna take more than a little bug to get me sick," Tara said smugly after she pulled away. "Besides, even if I do get sick, you can take care of me. So either way, I win," she added, throwing a wink toward the medical examiner.

"You wish," Willow shot back good-humoredly before pulling the chuckling Tara down by the back of her neck for another kiss.

It started out as slow and languid, then evolving into needy and heated. The two of them moaned simultaneously in pleasure when tongues touched and became tangled in a sensual dance.

Tara subtly eased herself on top of Willow, who more than welcomed the move as she turned to rest on her back so that the other woman could lie more comfortably above her. They reluctantly detached their lips from each other’s after a few minutes of wet passion, when oxygen was becoming gravely deprived.

"That was amazing," Willow said breathlessly, looking up at Tara who arched a self-satisfied eyebrow. "You gonna take all the credit?" she asked with a mix of hilarity and disbelief in her tone.

Tara shrugged in an offhanded manner in answer to the question, earning herself a playful smack on the shoulder. They subsequently broke into hysterics with Tara burying her laughing face into the crook of Willow’s neck.

"What are we doing?" Willow asked softly, running her hand through the mass of brunette hair absentmindedly, once they had calmed down.

Tara let out a sigh. "I don’t know," she replied, her voice muffled. "Do you like me?" she asked hesitantly. She raised her head a few seconds later to look at Willow when she received no response.

Willow frowned deeply at the puzzling question, staring irritably at Tara. "Of course I like you. Why would you even ask me that?"

Tara held an apologetic expression. "I’m sorry. It’s just that when I asked you the last time, you didn’t exactly answer me. And then you went out with Jullian … you could be confused –"

"I’m not," Willow stated determinedly, her voice laced with irritation. "I called you to tell you what I was gonna do but you never picked up, okay. I'm not confused about my sexuality, never have been. I like you Tara Maclay. So can you please get it through that thick skull of yours?"

She had fought with Tara for more than eighteen months prior to their conciliation and one of the things which always seemed to get on her nerves was her pig-headedness.

"Okay … for now," Tara joked, shooting the redhead a sly wink.

As soon as the jest left Tara’s lips, Willow used her newly restored strength to throw Tara off of her before grabbing the pillow from under her own head. Rolling to her knees, she launched an attack on the unsuspecting detective.

"What was that you were saying?" she teased as she battered the struggling brunette.

Tara yelped. She was completely caught off guard by the sudden assault. She brought her hands up to shield her head while giggling uncontrollably.

"Okay! Okay! You like me! I get it! I get it," she yelled as she tried to fend off the attack by attempting to take over control of the spongy weapon.

The two tussled around in bed for a few moments longer, immersed in innocent fun as they gently swatted at each other. Tara finally gained the upper hand when she managed to straddle the thrashing redhead and seized the pillow, tossing it away in a random direction. She hovered over Willow, leaning forward with her palms on the bed, looking affectionately at the woman underneath her.

"So, what now?" she questioned quietly. She couldn’t, for the life of her, remember the last time she had felt this happy.

Willow exhaled a tired breath as she moved to link her hands behind Tara’s neck. "We could try to make this work," she replied in an equally quiet voice.

"Are you saying you want to date me?" Tara asked hopefully.

Her breath hitched when Willow had an uncertain look on her face as she passed her teeth over her lower lip. The hesitant expression soon turned into a bright smile. Tara sighed in relief and reciprocated the smile. She moved to rest on her elbows, lowering her head down to give Willow a kiss, pouring her feelings into it.

Willow opened her eyes to see a serious looking Tara after the kiss broke. "What is it?"

Tara swallowed a lump in her throat, "I’m gonna have to talk to Julian about us."

Willow nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, maybe we could tell him together. I mean …" she stopped and looked inquisitively at Tara who was shaking her head furiously.

"I want to talk to him alone. I don’t want him holding back because you’re there. I want to know how he really feels," Tara explained. Her heart went into spasms at the thought of hurting Julian, but she knew she owed him at least that much to tell him the truth.

"Okay, if that’s what you want," Willow said in understanding as she stroked Tara’s face lovingly.

Tara smiled gratefully at the comforting gesture. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, which read 08:30am. "God, I’m late for work," she breathed out as she removed herself from Willow.

Willow turned to look at the time, feeling disappointed that the brunette detective had to leave so quickly for work. "Well, since you’re already late," Willow started, reaching her hand out to cup the brunette's closest wrist, halting her movement before she could get off the bed, "you might as well stay a little longer and eat something."

Tara stopped her movement and stared at Willow. "Eat what exactly?" she smirked mischievously.

It took Willow a moment to realize what was suggested and her eyes widened in comprehension. "Tara!"

"I'm just messing with you," chuckled the detective as she leaned over sideways toward the redhead to place a chase kiss on the other woman's lips. "How about pancakes?"

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Dibs! :whip
Good thing that Willow's cold basically dissolved after 24 hours. Yay for the smooching :wtkiss and them coming to the decision that they want to try a relationship together! :applause :bounce :banana
I also loved their playfulness with each other (pillow fight). And Tara offering to make pancakes for/with Willow. I guess that she hasn't done that with anyone since her mother died.
I'm dreading Tara's talk with Julian a little bit, especially since he will obviously have the bomb dropped on him that Tara and Willow are together now without knowing beforehand that Willow is gay.


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Aww, such a sweet little update. Can’t wait to read more of their developing relationship. Really enjoying this story


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Dibs! :whip



Dibs champion! :bounce


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Good thing that Willow's cold basically dissolved after 24 hours.


All she needed was a little TLC (Tara's Loving Care) :tara

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Yay for the smooching :wtkiss and them coming to the decision that they want to try a relationship together! :applause :bounce :banana


Finally taking a step in the right direction. :dance


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I also loved their playfulness with each other (pillow fight). And Tara offering to make pancakes for/with Willow. I guess that she hasn't done that with anyone since her mother died.


She 's definitely a little rusty behind the stove ... may have burnt the first several pancakes before making Willow a perfect funny shaped pancake.

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I'm dreading Tara's talk with Julian a little bit, especially since he will obviously have the bomb dropped on him that Tara and Willow are together now without knowing beforehand that Willow is gay.
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I wrote the chapter and I'm not ready for the bomb to be dropped. Out of all the OC character's I've ever written, I've come to like Julian the most and hate what's about to transpire, but I'll make it up to him later on down the road.






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Aww, such a sweet little update. Can’t wait to read more of their developing relationship. Really enjoying this story


Thank you. Unfortunately, the next update's not so sweet as Tara comes clean to Julian.

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"Wow, you’re early," Julian commented sarcastically when Tara arrived at her desk. He frowned a little when he noticed a rare sparkle in her eyes and a jovial smile etched across the brunette’s lips.

"What’s going on with you?" He asked with a noticeable smirk. Waving his hand about him, gesturing toward his partner, "What are you doing with your face?"

Tara shot him a frown of her own. She was amazed by his ability to read her like a book. However, since now wasn’t the appropriate time or place to disclose about her new found relationship with Willow to him, she decided to feign ignorance.

"Nothing. Why?"

"You have, like, a glow," Julian answered incredulously with an amused smile as he leaned closer, perching his arms on his desk. "Come on, spit it out," he urged, his interest was reaching a peak point.

Tara cocked her head and stared wide-eyed at him from across their conjoined desk.

"What are you talking about? I do not have a glow," she snapped back irritably, unconsciously slipping back into the aloof mode that she was often in when around him.

"Fine, be that way. I’ll get it out of you soon enough," Julian replied smugly.

"Right. And how are you gonna do that?" Tara questioned; her tone chock-full of skepticism as she continued that rather light-hearted banter.

Julian opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Lt. Gorden as she sauntered up to their desk, her eyebrows pinched together.

"I need the two of you to go down to UC Merced. Dispatch just received a call on a possible homicide. Go have a look," she ordered, glancing at Julian then Tara. She was about to turn and walk away but did a double-take instead.

"What’s up with you, Maclay?" she asked, arching an intimidating eyebrow.

Tara sat up straighter in her seat at hearing the address. "What? Nothing’s up, Lieutenant."

"Really? You have like a glow," Lt. Gorden replied while making circular motions with her spread-out hand.

Julian laughed out as soon as the words left their boss’s mouth. "See, I told you so."

"Shut up," Tara barked at Julian who was losing control of his laughter. She dropped her head in embarrassment, covering her eyes with her hand.
 


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After a somewhat long drive from downtown all the way to South Lake Merced, they reached their destination which was the main parking garage of the university, where the body was found. Julian pulled the issued black BMW coupe just outside the entrance to the multi-story car park that had been sealed off with crime tape. At the same time, a familiar silver hybrid came to a halt in front of them, catching both Julian and Tara’s attention.

Tara locked eyes with Willow instantly once they had gotten out of their respective vehicles, exchanging bashful smiles. She was exceedingly pleased to see her again, despite having only just left the redhead’s apartment a few hours earlier.

Commotion was all around them with masses of college students, faculty, and bystanders surrounding the structure, murmuring amongst themselves.
"Dr. Rosenberg," Julian greeted with a sincere smile.

He was still harboring feelings for the redheaded medical examiner and he knew it was going to be quite a while before he could actually move on. The fact that they had mutually agreed on building a friendship during their failed dinner date a couple of days ago did nothing to mend his broken heart.

"Hey, Julian," Willow replied, smiling back in the same way. "And like I’ve said before, you can call me Willow."

Julian nodded in accord, pursing his lips into a straight line afterwards.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Tara asked, clenching and unclenching her fists to suppress the urge to pull the other woman into a passionate lip-lock. "You shouldn’t be working. You’ve only just recovered."

"I don’t wanna stay at home alone. Besides, I really wanted to see …" Willow managed to catch herself before the beans were spilled. "The body." She added quickly, cringing at the lame and perhaps inappropriate excuse she had just given.

Tara couldn’t help but smirk at the panicked improvisation. When she turned her head to her other side, the smirk on her face faltered instantly as Julian was staring questioningly at her. She cleared her throat nervously, feeling browbeaten under his intent gaze.

After holding his stare for a few seconds, she diverted her eyes away from him and headed into the crime scene with Willow following close beside her.

Julian stood in place and stared after them as they moved away from him, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together in his head. He frowned at the ridiculous conclusion his mind had derived. Shaking it off, he put his head back into the investigation and walked into the parking garage.

The body lay in the northwest corner of the first story landing. The victim’s clothing was ripped into shreds, her torn underwear resting near a discarded heel while a braided leather belt, loosely coiled, rested not too far from her torso. The scene in question was secured by several beat cops while ECU swiftly worked the area, snapping pictures of the body and items sprawled out around her.

Willow shared a dismayed look with Tara before getting down to work. She carefully examined the body while Tara leafed through the victims backpack.

"So, what do we know?" Julian asked once he had reached them, putting his hands on his hip.

Tara let out a heavy sigh, wiping the sweat on her forehead with the back of her wrist. "Well, victim’s name is Rebecca Lynn Hewett. She’s a sophomore student here at UC Merced. Judging by the books in her bag, she was more than likely a business major."

"The cause of death appears to be from strangulation and these bruises in the inner thighs," Willow stated as she pointed to the purplish-red spots adorning the victim’s body, "plus tears around the vagina suggest that she was raped." Pulling a new scalpel from its individualized packaging, Willow made a small incision on the victim’s upper right abdomen, passing a thermometer through the opening into the tissue of the liver. She waited a few moments before pulling the thermometer out of the corpse, her eyebrows narrowing as she calculated time of death based off of her findings. "Based off of her livor mortis and the level of rigor mortis in her face, I’d estimate that time of death would be about 6 to 7 hours ago … so around 3 in the morning."

Collecting her equipment, Willow wrapped her used gloves around the scalpel before placing it inside of a small, biohazard, needles container. Straightening out, her hands reflexively brushing out the wrinkles in her scrubs, Willow motioned for the coroner to prep the body for transport. Turning to the two detectives that were standing by, looking on in astonishment, "I’ll see if I can get a sperm sample during the post-mortem exam."

As the two detectives and medical examiner walked out of the parking garage, Willow shared several silent exchanges with Tara. She was finding it increasingly hard to resist the need for physical contact with the brunette detective.

"We’ll drop by the morgue later, Dr. Rosenberg. I mean, Willow," Julian chuckled embarrassingly after correcting himself.

"Okay, I’ll see you two later then," Willow replied, looking pointedly at Tara who nodded in assurance, before leaving the two detectives as she headed toward her car.

Julian turned on the ignition and reversed the car out onto the main road once Tara had settled into the passenger seat. As he drove, his mind ran rampant with questions and thoughts.

"About before … how did you know Dr. Rosenberg was sick?" He asked when they were roughly halfway through the drive back to the precinct, falling easily back to the habit of referring to said person with her proper title.

Tara turned her head to look at him with a blank expression, her throat constricting as she struggled to swallow the lump forming at the back of her suddenly dry tongue.

"I went to her apartment last night," she answered in a quiet voice.

"Oh," Julian breathed out as he let the words sink in. "So what, are you guys like best friends now?" he joked, glancing briefly at Tara. "Because, I’ll need to know if I have competition."

Tara could feel her heart twitch painfully as it pulsated. Finding herself unable to look at Julian anymore, she turned away and stared out the window instead. "No, not best friends." Closing her eyes, Tara inhaled a deep breath, letting it out slowly before taking the plunge. "Actually, we’re kind of dating."

The words struck him like lightening. Julian put the brakes on the car instantaneously, bringing it to a screeching halt.
 


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Placing a recorder on an empty steal examination table, Willow pressed down firmly on the ‘record’ button. As the whooshing sound of the blank cassette spinning inside the recorder emanated in the air, Willow gracefully walked toward the slab containing her most recent victim. Speaking loudly, so that her voice resonated clearly, Willow began her examination.

"This is Dr. Willow Rosenberg performing the autopsy of Rebecca Lynn Hewett," Willow spoke out to the empty room as she snapped on a clean pair of latex gloves. Grimacing slightly at the sight before her, Willow swiveled her body to reach for another item sitting on the steel tray next to her.

Picking up a small box, the medical examiner opened the lid before removing a swab stick and a sterile sample container. "There are several long scrapes, approximately three inches in length, along the victim’s inner thighs as well as six imprints of circular bruising, three on each thigh." Carefully, Willow swabbed the outer folds of the victim’s vagina before placing the sample into the container. Placing the sample on the tray next to her, Willow removed another swab stick, this time collecting DNA from inside the vagina. Duplicating her previous action, she placed the stick inside of a clear sample container. "Vaginal swab collected. Traces of blood and semen found inside of the body. Tearing around the labia indicates forced entrance."

Reaching for a tweezer and the magnifying glass resting on the tray, Willow closely inspected the scrapes, her mouth forming into a tight line. Carefully, the medical examiner used the tweezer to pull a loose pubic hair stuck to the victim’s labia minora. "One black pubic hair located on the victim’s body." Snapping open a self-sealing envelope with her free hand, Willow dropped the found hair into the bag.

Reaching back into the box for the last remaining item, Willow removed a nail pick. Lifting the hand closest to her, the medical examiner placed the sharp tip under the victim’s nail and scraped out the debris before smearing the findings onto a clear slide. Rounding the table, she mimicked the same action, all the while calling out her findings.

After providing the medical findings for suspected rape, she placed the nail pick back onto the tray before circling the corpse, positioning herself by the woman’s head.
Placing her hands on the corpse’s throat, Willow tilted the woman’s head so that she could get a better look at the injuries. "There is a linear mark, situated horizontally on the upper neck."

Rotating the victim’s neck slightly, her green eyes squinting as she thoroughly examined the bruising, "it extends obliquely upward and backward." Repositioning the victim’s head back onto the slab, Willow reached over toward the surgical tray adorned with her medical equipment. Picking up the large magnifying glass, the Willow positioned the device over the abrasion, before resuming her examination. "Present within the linear mark is a pattern of a braided cord. An elliptical impression is present behind the left ear, bearing the same corded pattern."

Snapping off her gloves and tossing them into the nearest trash can, Willow walked back over toward the recorder. "All indications are consistent with a suspended strangulation," she proclaimed despondently as her right hand lifted to shut off the device.
 
 

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 Post subject: Re: New Fic: Maybe It's Just Me - Update 05/71/2020
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Dibs again! :whip

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"You have, like, a glow," Julian answered incredulously with an amused smile

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You have like a glow," Lt. Gorden replied while making circular motions with her spread-out hand.

Wow, she spends one night with Willow fully clothed and gets pregnant already? :wink

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"What are you doing here anyway?" Tara asked, clenching and unclenching her fists to suppress the urge to pull the other woman into a passionate lip-lock. "You shouldn’t be working. You’ve only just recovered."

"I don’t wanna stay at home alone. Besides, I really wanted to see …" Willow managed to catch herself before the beans were spilled.

We all know she almost said "you", so Awww! :bigkiss

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"Based off of her livor mortis and the level of rigor mortis in her face, I’d estimate that time of death would be about 6 to 7 hours ago … so around 3 in the morning."

Makes me wonder why on earth the victim was in the parking garage of the university with her books in the middle of the night? Are the university libraries in the U.S. open over night or what?

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Closing her eyes, Tara inhaled a deep breath, letting it out slowly before taking the plunge. "Actually, we’re kind of dating."

The words struck him like lightening. Julian put the brakes on the car instantaneously, bringing it to a screeching halt.

Uff Tara, you really chose a bomb dropping way to give him the news, and while he was driving - you can be grateful he didn't cause an accident! After this insensitive beginning I fear the talk will be a total disaster...

Nice description of Willow's work as a pathologist at the end of the chapter. Since the rapist left so many DNA-samples he should be found guilty easily enough once they find and arrest him.


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Oh no. Dropping bad news (and without any preamble) is probably best when the other person isn’t driving. I don’t see this conversation going very well.

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Snapping off her gloves and tossing them into the nearest trash can, Willow walked back over toward the recorder. "All indications are consistent with a suspended strangulation," she proclaimed despondently as her right hand lifted to shut off the device.


Wow, I love how you described The examination process. Very vivid imagery.


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