#declananderson

Nolan busied himself with assembling dinner for himself. Moving flawlessly about the kitchen, he grabbed each necessary ingredient from their place as he sipped his glass of wine. The uninterrupted dance he carried with each item fit perfectly with ‘Dark Necessities’ by the Red Hot Chili Peppers playing in the background of his small performance. Lowering the heat, the doorbell was rung and he strut over as he wiped his hands. Unlocking the door, Declan’s face came into view and this time he didn’t feel the need to close the door. Swinging the towel over his shoulder, he stepped back, wordlessly allowing the other into his house.

Nolan never really took any personal days. He enjoyed his job and the thrills that came with it. He’d taken a total of two months and twenty two days off and it was spent in hospital or a home licking his wounds. All paid, but it never felt right to him. He liked being out on the field and doing what he did best by protecting the innocent. Today would not be the exception.