-Rollins POV- (After questioning Adrian)

"He was my best fucking friend! I can't believe you'd think I would kill him!" Adrian stormed out of the squad room as Ziggler and Ryder stared at the shorter man and then at me.

"The hell did you do?" Ziggler asked.

"He got all pissy and left. He has to come back tomorrow though." I shrugged as Dean and Reigns came out of the other questioning room. Mine and Deans eyes met up with each others as I gazed at him.

"You can leave now. See you tomorrow." Reigns said, his voice brought me back to reality. Fuck I can't see Dean today, Levesque's got me working late tonight.

"I'll be back, I forgot some paper work at my car." I walked out of the squad room quickly and I heard Deans footsteps behind me. Once I got outside I turned around as Dean looked up at me.

"So, my captins got me working late, I can't see you tonight, I'm sorry, so I'm going to give you my number; call me tonight. We can plan something." I walked towards my car as I heard a loud sigh from Dean. Oh, I hope I didn't upset him. I grabbed a pen from my car and a stack of old paper work I didn't need. I ripped of a corner out of one of them and wrote down my number. I handed it to Dean as I saw his cheeks were the color of a dark cherry. I felt my own getting warm also.

"Sure, sounds good, what time would be good to call you by?" Dean finally spoke.

"Around 9 would be good. I look forward for your call though, I gotta get back inside. I'll see you later Dean." I smiled at him before walking back into the building. Wonder why I blushed. I shouldn't let it get into my work time.

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-Dean POV-

So now he wants me to call him, and in 10 minuets I have to pick up my phone and dial this number, I've already got this memorized, 329-990-452. Am I a creep? I can never tell him I memorized his phone number. Wait, does he want me to call him at 9 sharp? Maybe I should call him a bit after, so he doesn't think I've been waiting to call him or something. Does he like me? He did blush... Who cares? He's still a cop! Wait, do I have a crush on a detective? Who works for the NYPD? I can't do anything illegal with him around, oh who am I kidding? This thing that him and I have, its not going to go any further than this, you know why Deanie boy? Because HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU! Yea sounds about correct. I shouldn't get my hopes up. Fuck. It's 9:15, I should call him now.

"Hello?"

"Hey, its Dean."

"Hey, so when are you available?"

"Anytime, I don't do much."

"Okay, my hours are rough this week but how about Friday? We could go out to the bar or something."

"Sounds good." Dean, how about if you get drunk? Ugh! No. Don't talk to me now! I'm on the phone with..Seth.

"Oh I should've asked before, do you drink?"

"Yea."

"Great, you wanna go to the bar on Smith St?"

"You mean Clover Club?"

"Yea."

"I've been there before, its a nice bar." Doesn't your fucking ex work there? You mean John? I would love him to see me with another man...who isn't even mine, and probably won't ever be.

"Thats great, well, I'll let you go, I've got to go to bed for work tomorrow. Night Dean."

"Night Seth." I hung up. Do I have to dress nice for this? Ah fuck..