A/N: So here's chapter 2, I hope you all enjoy!

Nicole sat at her desk going over documents at the station, the previous night with Waverly replaying in her head over and over. More particularly, when the brunette had slipped, and Nicole had immediately lept to action, feeling Waverly's weight and warmth in her arms.

Nicole could already feel the blush creeping up her neck and a smile force itself on her face. Luckily, she didn't have much time to think back on the intimate moment, as Nedley had come out of his office, going straight to Nicole.

"Alright Haught," Nedley spoke, making Nicole sit upright. "You're with me, lets go, kid." He wasted no time in turning around and begin walking out. Nicole stared for a second, a split second, before standing up and scrambling for her jacket and things.

"Yes, sir!" Nicole yelled back, eager to do anything other than ticket duty.

"So," Nedley spoke as he drove his cruiser, Nicole in the passenger seat. They had gotten a call about a disturbance at a local strip club, Whispering Willows, and Nicole wasn't sure what to expect from a small town strip club. "Not that I'm trying to be nosy, but I heard you been popping by Shorty's a bit." Nicole paled a bit.

"How did you-"

"Small town," Nedley said. "Gossip travels."

"Great." Nicole replied sarcastically and Nedley chuckled.

"It seems you're starting to settle in, that's good. Purgatory's not a bad place, you know." Nicole wasn't sure if she was really settled. She honestly had only been around her home, the precinct, and Shorty's.

And Waverly.

She had started to visit Waverly, who was so sweet and kind and Nicole would be outright lying if she said she wasn't the most beautiful person she had ever seen.

"There's good people here," Nedley continued, unaware of Nicole's inner turmoil. He pulled up to a parking lot and Nicole assumed they reached their destination. He pulled up to the front doors, sirens on but silent. Just as he put the car in park, he looked at Nicole, a warm smile on his face. "And I have a feeling you'll be a good cop for them, Nicole."

And just like that, he was opening his door and getting out. Nicole, for the most part, was floored. As Nedley spoke, he had looked right into her eyes, conveying nothing but sincerity.

All she had done so far was tickets and desk work, she didn't believe she had done anything exceptional enough to warrant such a moment from the Sheriff. If anything, she figured she was just another deputy in his precinct, nothing special about her at all. She shook her head of her thoughts and looked through her window to see Nedley stop and talk to a man who was waiting outside, and Nicole wasted no more time in her car, trying to reason with Nedley's apparent fondness of her.

"Thanks again, Sheriff," She heard the man say just as she walked up to the two. "Just get the two of them out and home, don't need them bothering any of my other customers."

"Don't worry, we got this covered." Nedley gave who Nicole assumed was the owner a nod and she followed Nedley inside the building.

The first thing she noticed was the bright pinkish tint the lights produced over the whole room, the second was the loud music, and the third was the women dancing, accepting the dollar bills being placed into their thin lingerie string.

Nicole watched as a woman was crawling on the stage toward a drunken man who was waving down a dollar bill in his hand. She jutted out her hip, pulling back the string of her thong just enough for him to safely slide it into place. The woman's eyes glanced up at Nicole, a playful smirk on her face, their eyes meeting for a moment. She let go of her thong, which Nicole was sure would have made an audible slap on her skin if it weren't for the music and slapped the very hip the dollar bill was placed on.

Nicole couldn't help but blush a little bit and jerked her head forward again. As they weaved through the crowd, they eventually made their way to the bar, where a woman in a leather jacket was slumped over on the counter bar. The bartender looked up from washing cups and smirked at the sight of them. Walking over the woman, he leaned down and whispered something in her ear, causing her to drunkenly look up at them.

"Jonah," Nedley greeted and the bartender, 'Jonah', simply nodded and gave Nedley a salute before turning back to his work. The woman rolled her eyes and dropped her head again. "Wynonna," Nedley sighed and looked around. "Wait, where's Champ?" At that, Wynonna bolted upright.

"Where is that excuse of air?" She slurred, beginning to stand up, only to begin stumbling backwards. Nicole was quick to close the gap and steady the other woman. "Whoa… thanks big red," Wynonna began laughing, most likely at her own joke. "Nedley," She yelled out, pointing to Nicole's general direction, still very much needing her support to not fall over. "When'd you get Clifford on the force." Nicole raised an eyebrow at her and Nedley sighed.

"Wynonna show some respect, that's my new deputy, Officer Haught." At that, Wynonna began laughing.

"Officer Hot? Seriously?"

"It's not spelled how you're probably thinking it is." Nicole spoke up, which caused Wynonna to simply wave off her comment.

"Jonah, where's Champ? You didn't let him walk out, did you?" Nedley asked.

"He said he was gonna piss his pants," Wynonna snickered at that. "He'd run off all my customers, so I let him go to the bathroom." Jonah shrugged, clearly not at all bothered by the turn of events.

"Damn it," Nedley grumbled and looked at Nicole. "Alright Haught, take Wynonna to the cruiser and wait for me, I'll try to find Hardy." Nicole nodded and began pulling a stumbling Wynonna with her, who seemed very reluctant to leave, consistently trying to go back to her drink at the bar.

"Jesus, gentle Hot Red," Nicole simply sighed, trying to be as gentle as possible when the other woman clearly couldn't make two steps on her own without falling flat on her face. With some effort, she had successfully gotten Wynonna to the back of the cruiser and made her way back to the passenger seat. She heard groaning behind her and adjusted the rearview mirror, watching Wynonna leaning her head back with her eyes closed. It looked as thought she had fallen asleep and Nicole moved her gaze to the view in front of her.

"So you're new, huh," Wynonna's drunken voice suddenly made Nicole jump slightly and she looked at the rearview mirror, at Wynonna who had her head resting back and eyes closed.

"Uh, yeah. It's nice to meet you." Wynonna scoffed.

"Yeah, same, whatever," She slurred. "Why this dump of a town?" Before Nicole could answer, the back door opened, flooding the car with lights, making Wynonna groan. Nicole watched as another man ungracefully sat down next to Wynonna and Nedley got back into the driver's seat.

"Alright," He began as he started the car. "Both of you are going to stay overnight to get the alcohol out of your systems."

"Ugh, this is all your fault, Wynonna," The man, Nicole could only assume was Champ, whined. "Why couldn't you leave me alone?"

"Oh, like you're leaving Waverly alone?" Wynonna shot back.

Wait, Waverly? Nicole turned her head, slightly invested in their drunken conversation. They couldn't mean the same Waverly, could they?

"That's none of your business!" Champ yelled.

"Like hell it isn't!" Wynonna snapped and looked directly at Champ, who seemed to deflate a little under her gaze.

"Enough!" Nedley yelled out from the front and Wynonna scoffed and leaned her head back, crossing her arms to indicate she was done with the conversation. Champ mimicked her action, though unlike Wynonna, he squirmed in his seat and the action made him look smaller.

Nicole looked ahead with her brow furrowed, wondering what Waverly's relation to these two people were. She thought back to all the conversations they had, trying to think of any mention of the names that belonged to the two in the back. Then she remembered that night at Shorty's, when Waverly slipped. Her face flushed at the memory of Waverly's soft body in her arms, again.

No, you idiot, before that. Nicole chastised herself, forcing herself to not have thoughts of Waverly knock her off her equilibrium in the middle of work. She recalled Waverly mentioned someone named Wynonna, and she turned her head slightly, giving as subtle of a glance as she could muster.

Her sister? Nicole couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. This was her first time meeting Wynonna and she could tell that they were so different it was comical.

While Waverly seemed soft and sweet, Wynonna seemed rough and all bark and bite. Especially now as she sat in the back of the cruiser, leather jacket and worn boots, messy beautiful hair, arms crossed and a slight scowl on her face, Nicole had to admit that if she weren't a cop, she would have been intimidated by the other woman.

When they reached the station Nicole brought Wynonna to the back, with Nedley pulling Champ in the back as well. The two immediately sat on opposite sides of the bench.

"Play nice." Nicole couldn't help but let the little jest out when she saw the scene in front of her, Nedley already locking the bars.

"Hah," Wynonna let out a single laugh. She had moved to lay on her back, arm covering her eyes. She used the other to point at where she thought Nicole was, off by a couple of inches at least. "Good one, ginger spice." Nicole couldn't tell if the brunette was being sarcastic.

They made their way back to their desks, Nedley stating he was going to do the necessary paperwork for them, and Nicole didn't get a chance to sit at her desk very long before they received another phone call at the station.

"That's all yours, Haught," Nedley said upon finishing the phone call. At Nicole's shocked look he continued. "I know you'll do fine."

"Thank you, sir." She said and quickly made her way out. Nedley smiled at her retreating form, chuckling softly to himself as he worked through the papers sprawled around his desk.

The call had been a person calling about their neighbor, who had a party and it seemed the few people that had stayed had also decided to four in the morning was also a great time for an impromptu band session.

Luckily someone who had stayed downstairs to continue solo drinking heard the door and opened it for Nicole, who had to admit the way their eyes had bulged out of their eyes was an amusing sight. It was a fairly easy situation, and after threatening to ticket them disturbing the peace, they hastily promised to postpone their jam session. So, Nicole simply let them off with a warning, stating if they got a similar call she would be back with a ticket, and began making her way back to the station.

It was already daytime by the time she got to the station and was ready to finish her paperwork and go home and sleep. After some time, she was finally done. She leaned back, clasped her hands together and stretched her arms backwards.

She let out a half groan, half moan, attempting to get the kinks out of her body. She was tired from her overnight shift, but she was so, so happy she had finally gotten out on the field.

Waverly was right. She relaxed her body, immediately rubbing her hands over her face. She brought her hands down onto the desk with an audible thump and blinked the sleep form her eyes. She glanced at the papers on her desk and with a newfound spring in her step, she stood up and picked them up, using the hard surface as she tapped them into a neat pile.

She looked up ahead and paused, nearly letting all the documents slip from her grip. In front of the service desk stood Waverly, looking bright and chirpy and most definitely not like she was in need of sleep like Nicole was.

She wasn't sure how long she had been standing there, was it seconds, minutes? How had Nicole not noticed her until now? Nicole blinked, unsure of how long in her sleep deprived mind she had been gawking at Waverly. The shorter woman glanced away awkwardly for a second before quietly clearing her throat and giving Nicole a small wave.

"Hiiii…" Waverly spoke and that was enough to snap Nicole out of her daze.

"Oh, Waverly, what can I-" Nicole started but was cut off when Nedley came out of his office.

"Waverly? I was actually just about to call Gus," He spoke as he crossed the room. A look of concern suddenly crossed his face. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, uh," Waverly's eyes flickered to Nicole briefly before looking back to Nedley again. "Yeah, I was just- wait you were going to call Gus?" Her eyes widened and she shot her hand out, placing it on Nedley's forearm. "What happened? Is this about Wynonna?" Is she okay? What did she do?" Waverly was speaking in rapid fire now, panic clearly on her face and Nicole had to fight the temptation to reach out and comfort her. Nedley scratched his beard and sighed.

"She's fine. Me and Officer Haught had to go down to Pussy Willows," Waverly looked at Nicole again, and Nicole found herself walking up to the service desk as well, suddenly feeling as though she probably should be part of the conversation now at the mention of her name. "Turns out her and Champ were drunk and had an argument. They're fine and we brought them back here to sober up. I was going to call Gus, but I guess since you're here…" Nedley scratched his beard again and Nicole wondered if it was a sort of nervous tick.

"Yes! Of course, I'm so sorry about Wynonna. I'll just… sign her out since I'm here." Nedley nodded and proceeded to grab the proper paperwork, which Waverly was quick to fill out, and handed it back to the Sheriff. Nedley made his way to the holding cell while Waverly stood waiting.

Nicole, for the most part, had awkwardly stood to the side, watching as Waverly let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping, and gaze lowered onto the service desk. There seemed to be a tense silence around them, thought Nicole knew it wasn't directed at her.

At least… she hoped not. Nicole wasn't sure what the look Waverly gave her meant, or if she was purposely avoiding speaking with her now. Nicole slowly walked out from behind the service desk, standing to the side of Waverly, just enough space in case Waverly was mad at her for some reason.

"Are you…"

"I just wanted to-" They both spoke at the same time and froze, both staring at each other. Waverly laughed and stood up a little straighter.

"Thank you for picking up my sister, I hope she wasn't too much trouble." Waverly was smiling warmly, and Nicole felt her previous worries seep away.

"Oh, no," Nicole waved her concerns away. "She was completely cooperative," That seemed to make Waverly relax, the last bit of tension seemed to visibly release. "She is an… interesting person thought."

"Oh no…" Waverly laughed. "I can't even imagine all the things that could have left her mouth." Nicole laughed as well, remembering all the nicknames Wynonna had given her.

"Well, it made an interesting car ride." Nicole grinned and Waverly shook her head in amusement. She paused and looked at Nicole for a few seconds, as if searching for something. Nicole almost wanted to squirm under Waverly's intense gaze, but she refused.

Instead she swallowed hard, watching Waverly's eyes bore into hers before Waverly turned to face the service desk. Nicole let out an exhale she hadn't known she was holding. It was only then that Nicole noticed Waverly had a coffee cup in her hand, one which the brunette was currently gazing at.

"You know," Waverly said softly, looking over her shoulder, smiling softly at Nicole. Softer than Nicole had ever seen. "What are the chances you gave me your first ticket and you end up bringing in my sister of all people." She didn't speak with malice; her voice was light and Nicole heard her voice crack a little bit. Whether it was out of sadness or something else, Nicole wasn't sure.

The redhead couldn't see Waverly's face fully, between her should and hair, all Nicole could see was a peak of a smile and her cheeks turning to a reddish tint. Nicole felt her hand twitch, almost going against her brain, as if itching to reach out. She felt a lump in her throat and she wasn't sure what was happening but whatever it was, Nicole didn't want to ruin it.

She opened her mouth, only to close it again, and proceed to attempt to say something again. She was vaguely aware that she looked like a fish out of water, but she never got a chance to say anything, as suddenly a voice cut through between them.

"Oh, babygirl," They both turned to see Wynonna stomping up to them, hands in the pockets of her jacket, Nedley trailing behind her. He gave Waverly an apologetic smile before silently sneaking past them and back to his office.

"Wynonna," Waverly wined, turning around to face her older sister, arms crossed, very much trying to look intimidating. Nicole had to hold back her chuckle at the attempt, and clearly, Wynonna hadn't found it intimidating either. "How did you get locked up overnight? Again?" Wynonna merely waved off Waverly's questions, causing the younger Earp to roll her eyes.

"You wouldn't believe the night I-" Wynonna stopped suddenly and looked at Nicole, who only then realized she was still lingering. "Can I help you?" Wynonna had a clear scowl on her face, eyeing Nicole up and down.

A surge of irritation at the look Wynonna was giving washed over Nicole, and a part of her wanted to walk up to Wynonna puff her chest out at her. She knew it was ridiculous and immature but something about the way the older Earp looked at her got under her skin. However, she knew Wynonna was sort of right, whatever moment Nicole was having with Waverly was over, and Nicole clearly had no part in the current conversation.

"Hey," Waverly snapped at Wynonna before the redhead could say anything. Waverly slapped Wynonna's arm for emphasis, making her curse in surprise.

"Ow, the hell?" She mumbled, but Waverly ignored her.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Nicole felt a tug at her heart at hearing Waverly defend her, and Wynonna had simply raised an eyebrow at her younger sister.

"I should, uh, drop these off anyway." Nicole said, holding up her papers, trying to ignore the glare Wynonna was sending her way. She gave Waverly a small smile and began to turn around, but Waverly's voice stopped her.

"Nicole wait," The redhead turned back around, and Waverly nervously bit her lip. She looked up at Nicole and held out the cup of coffee, though it took Nicole some effort to tear her eyes away from Waverly's lips to the drink. "For you. As a thank you. For the other night." Waverly blushed at the memory and the fact that she suddenly couldn't form a proper sentence.

"Oh," Nicole blinked, taking the cup. Their fingers grazed each other's, and Nicole would be lying if she said she hadn't let hers linger on Waverly's as long as possible. "Thank you." Nicole flashed her a large smile and brought the cup to her lips, taking a sip. "Is this… vanilla?"

"Yeah, I didn't know what you liked so I just… got you something that reminded me of you. Vanilla." Waverly's face felt on fire now, and she couldn't look into Nicole's eyes directly, knowing she'd turn even more beet red if she did.

She had gone up to the nearest coffee shop, and once she was at the register, she realized she had no idea what the redhead liked, and she panicked. She thought of all the times they were together and realized that the redhead had a particular smell to her, a good smell. A very Vanilla scented smell. And she blurted it out to the cashier.

Well, she more like yelled it out by accident, probably giving off the impression that she was a crazy person, if the wide-eyed look the cashier clerk gave her was any indication to go by.

And now here she was, sort of admitting it to Nicole, and she couldn't help but think she sounded just as absurd as she did at the coffee shop.

"Thank you, Waverly," She heard Nicole say and Waverly finally looked up to see Nicole giving her that kind smile she seemed to always have, putting her dimples on full display. "I should go, I'll see you later," Nicole glanced at Wynonna and gave her an uncomfortable nod. "Uh, Wynonna, it was… good to meet you." Wynonna simply grunted in response and Nicole awkwardly turned around and continued her way to finish her last errand of the day, sipping her coffee the entire time, savoring the sweetness the vanilla offered.

Sweetness that could only be matched by the person that was Waverly Earp.