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Play it cool, Lucy, she thinks to herself when reporter Taylor Kelly shows up at her new station.
"Hi,," Taylor says, her mouth twisting into a tight smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to make a statement about that helicopter rescue earlier today?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Lucy says, as if she doesn't know exactly who she's talking to, "but all requests for comment on any cases need to be handled directly with LAFD Public Relations directly."
"Come on," Taylor says, placing a manicured hand on Lucy's arm over her LAFD t-shirt. "Not even off the record? I promise I won't name names!"
Lucy learned her lesson the hard way with the whole book thing with Buck. She will absolutely not be talking to Taylor on or off the record.
"I'm keeping my mouth shut," Lucy say, miming locking her lips and throwing away the key.
Taylor's hand is still on her. "Well, I know a better use for that mouth anyway," she purrs right into Lucy's ear.
Now Lucy can feel herself start to sweat. Did Taylor Kelly just hit on her? What the fuck?
And if she had any doubts about it, she watches in shock as Taylor tucks a slip of paper right into the left pocket of Lucy's slacks.
She waits until Taylor and her cameraman leave the station to retrieve the slip of paper, but it is exactly what she expected—a phone number.
Is she really going to text this number? Meet up with the woman who's boyfriend she kissed and caused them to break up, and possibly…what? Have sex with her?
As she types the digits into her phone, it seems like the answer is yes—yes, she is.