So I'm back, and I definitely have to thank jackandsamforever for that. Her story Reception sparked this multi chapter story that I'm really looking forward to sharing with you all. And in case you niticed, yes the title of the fic is from a country song, "My Best Friend" by Tim McGraw. Inspiration overload, these two together.

The dress is a high neck bodycon Mistie dress if you google it, but its about knee length and has a slit up the side for the story. The shoes are Carlos Santana Strata Two Toned Cut-Out Platform Heels. That was a mouthful, but yeah.

So yeah. I hope this piques your interest, I've got a few things up my sleeve that should please everyone. If you have any questions or comments, I'll try to answer them at the end of each chapter the best I can.

Read and enjoy!

"Uh, Detective Vega..."

Brian Lucas froze as he stood by their wipe board, fidgeting with an envelope in his hands as Angie and Oscar rounded on him. He'd noticed how close their partnership was, and like most everyone else, wondered if it went beyond just friendship. They acted the same at work as they always have in the two years he's been at MPD, but he had a minor curiosity. He knew if either of them figured it out no one would find his body, but everyone had hobbies. The envelope in his hands was about to either answer that question or leave him feeling ridiculous. He'd bet money on the latter.

"Yeah Lucas, what's up?"

"Well, this came for you for today, it's from your high-"

He saw Angie step in front of Vega and reach out, flipping the envelope over in her hands as he just stood there. She let out a laugh, opening the envelope and pulling out a card as she sat on the corner of a desk. She tilted it in Vega's direction, nodding her head continuously as she bit her lip in what could only be described as absolute glee. She saw the way his eyes widened and he let out a sigh, shaking his head negatively before she even got a word out.

"Oh come on Vega, you have to go! Don't you want to reminisce on the good times and find out if that girl that never noticed you got fat and ugly?"

He stared down at her, his straight face breaking when his lips twitched and his eyes crinkled in amusement. She knew she was right about the girl at least. High school man, whether it's private or public, it all sucked when you looked back. She was so glad hers closed.

"While that's an...appealing incentive, no Ang I really don't"

"Seriously? You don't even want to show how well you've done for yourself?"

"You're right, the kid that was well on his way to becoming a priest, leaving the Catholic Church to eventually become a cop. Did I mention it was a private Catholic high school?"

Angie flinched in sympathy, reaching up to rub the back of his left shoulder since he'd stayed at her side the entire time. He tapped her thigh with his fingertips, motioning towards the doors with his head as she stood up, remembering what they were doing before this all started. He knew her well enough to know that delaying her lunch wouldn't end well for anyone.

"Lucas we're gonna go grab lunch, you want us to bring you back anything?"

"Oh uh, that's okay. I'm actually waiting on someone, I'm heading out in a few"

Angie shared a look with Vega, moving her eyebrows suggestively as he pushed her forward, away from Lucas. She protested, mumbling under her breath about manhandling her person, but he kept pushing until she was closer to the doors. She kept walking through, but Vega paused, making eye contact with Lucas before they left.

"Tell Wendy we said hi"

Lucas turned an interesting shade of pink, and he laughed as he walked out, knowing Angie was waiting impatiently at the elevators for him to grab food. He ushered her inside, smiling at the way she burst out laughing at the entire thing. The crush he had on Officer Sung was something else, but they were just glad he was getting out of the office.

As they walked around the park, Angie was just finishing her hot dog and throwing away the wrapper as Vega followed at a more sedate pace. She always wolfed down her food, especially when there were a lot of things on her mind. They continued to walk side by side in silence for all of a minute before Angie jumped into harassing him again.

"So, you're seriously not going to your reunion?" He huffed out an exasperated breath, chewing the last bite of his lunch as he tossed the wrapper into a nearby trashcan.

"You just want see a picture of 18 year old me, admit it"

"What makes you think that…?"

He gave her a flat look, her innocent expression meaning nothing to him as they stood still in the middle of the park. She was adamant about this, when he knew she wouldn't return to her high school even if it were still open. A bit hypocritical, but he wasn't going to be the one to point it out.

"Alright, maybe I think it'd be totally awesome to see where you spent those four torturous years, but if you really don't want to go-"

"Is this going to become a thing that I'm never going to hear the end of?"

She nodded decisively, looping her arm through his while his hands were in his pockets, beginning they walk again. He chuckled, feeling her squeeze his arm as she laid her head on his shoulder briefly while he slowed their stride.

"If I say yes, will you at least promise to rescue me from unintelligent conversations about being a heathen and my lack of fifteen children" he murmured, knowing she could hear him considering how close they were.

"I'll do you one better. I'll make sure I wear something that'll make them either say a few Hail Mary's for my soul, or have them slapping their husbands upside their heads as I walk by"

He let out a laugh, surprised that she'd suggest it, but glad she had. He knew what his classmates were like, and he didn't have the same faith and patience he'd had at 18. Plus, Angie all dressed up was a sight to behold; he'd definitely be the luckiest man there.

"You never seem to disappoint Ms. Flynn"

"You know I aim to please Mr. Vega"

They hadn't talked much about the reunion apart from when he first received his invitation, but Angie had taken it upon herself to confirm their attendance almost a month ago, much to his chagrin. He knew exactly why he was dragging his heels; high school was far from an uplifting experience as far as he was concerned. He remembered the pretentiousness of those like himself that were born into money, and the divide it created with those that attended on scholarship. He'd made sure to be nothing like his well off classmates, but it didn't help to hide the fact that his father was singlehandedly responsible for their entire library. It made for some difficult times, but nothing he couldn't handle. Angie knew a bit here and there about his life and family, but he was sure she'd say something to the fact that his name was on more than one part of the school. He didn't want the life he created now to clash with what he'd had then. He was proud of what he'd built now, and with Angie, he'd like to keep it that way if at all possible.

He shook off his darkening thoughts as he looked over his shoulder, watching Angie bite the cap of a pen as she leaned back in her chair, propping her feet on her desk as usual. They'd gotten back from lunch a half hour ago, and she had been quiet ever since. He turned around and slouched in his chair, watching her as she stared at their wipe board, trying to piece together a theory if he had to take a guess.

"Something on your mind partner?"

Angie turned towards him slightly, not willing to move her legs, instead letting her head fall in his direction, giving him a blank look for a minute.

"What time do we have to be at your reunion tonight?"

He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face as it came to prop up his head. He was hoping she would have forgotten it by now, but no such luck. He watched as she turned her head back towards the board, waiting him out until he finally answered her.

"We should leave here at about five, it's an hour from here and it starts at six"

"Well, it's a good thing I know you"

"Oh, and why is that"

"I brought my dress with me, I had a feeling if I left you alone you'd find a way to chicken out"

"I do not chicken out Angie, I merely-"

"Made it absolutely clear that you're less than happy about going tonight? I know, but we'll have a good time I promise"

He smiled slightly at her, appreciating that she was trying to make him feel better about the whole thing. To be honest, he wasn't actually dreading the reunion as much as he seemed to be. He was getting some alone time with Angie that they had been lacking recently, and they could just relax for a few hours. Everything had been hectic and reconnecting with her was what he'd decided would be the focus of tonight.

"I know Ang, I trust you"

"I know. But just so you know, the sentiment is mutual…"

"Dually noted"

He leaned against the hood of his car, tugging on the sleeves of his suit jacket as he waited for Angie to finish getting ready. He fiddled with his watch, making sure he looked presentable before he looked up and spotted her making her way from the building. The second she got under a streetlight, he felt his heart drop into his shoes as she strode confidently towards him. He saw her well-loved leather jacket on her frame, but what made his collar feel a bit snug was the dress she wore underneath. It had a high neck from what he could tell, but it molded to her body like it had been made for her. He admired the way it hugged her hips and hit just above her knees, the slit up the side he noticed going to about mid thigh. She had decided against tights, instead leaving her legs bare that led down to heels that would give any sane man a heart attack. They weren't too tall, but the cutouts of the black shoes matching the dark polish on her toes made his blood heat in a familiar way. He smiled as she came closer, twirling in front of him before asking his opinion.

"So Oscar, did I pass? She asked smugly, her eyes rimmed with dark makeup and her hair swept back and more voluminous at her crown than usual. It was edgy and complimented her outfit beautifully, her teardrop earrings hitting her at the hinge of her jaw.

"You're stunning Ang"

She grinned, relaxing now that she knew he was more focused on her rather than their evening. Truth be told, he was the one she was dressing for. If they were so worried about his beautiful partner, he might be able to get out of conversations about other things he was dreading. Plus, she knew she looked good, and it made her feel like he was proud of her, different than how he was with work.

"Thank you, are you ready to get the hell out of here?"

"No, but I think I'll survive. Your chariot awaits," he says, opening the passenger door, bowing slightly as she laughed at him. She dropped her purse and bag with her clothes on the floor, sitting in before swinging her legs gently into the car.

"Not much room to maneuver in that dress huh?"

"But I look good right?"

"Fishing for compliments will get you nowhere Angie"

"Yeah, you keep thinking that"

He chuckled, closing the door behind her as he walked around, figuring that he'd survive tonight relatively unscathed. He just had to get there first.

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