High Risk Deleted Scene
Originally this scene came after Liv and Brad left the softball field but before they arrived at the crime scene, but since it didn't move the story along, it was changed and cut from the final version.
“You know I don’t date people from work. And you know why," I said.
“But he’s not really from work. He’s not a cop, so it doesn’t count.” Fennel nudged my arm. “I want you to be happy, Liv. You deserve to have some fun.”
“Like you and Carrie? And who was it before that? Miranda in dispatch? You just need a Charlotte and Samantha and you’ll complete the set.” That was a low blow, and I regretted saying it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. What you do is your business. It’s different for you. There’s a double-standard to these things, and you know it.”
Fennel stopped at the red light and studied me. “It sounds like you want to date Winters but you’re finding reasons to talk yourself out of it. Seriously, Liv, no one will think anything of it if you date an ADA. He’s not in our chain of command. There are no problems, except the ones you’re making up in your head.”
I sighed. Normally, we were on the same wavelength. It must be the hangover. Or this was his way of getting payback since I showed up to his softball game unannounced. “I have no interest in Winters. We went over this the last time you told me I should date him, remember? There’s no chemistry.”
“I’m pretty sure he would disagree. Then again, he does spend a lot of time in strip clubs, so he probably failed chemistry.”
An unexpected laugh escaped, resulting in a snort. I clapped a hand over my mouth, finding Fennel with a big grin on his face. All had been forgiven.
“Aside from tracking down witnesses, I don’t think he actually spends that much time with strippers. At least, I hope not. He’s just not my type,” I said.
“Meaning what? You don’t like intelligent, blue-eyed professionals? Do his ties bother you? Because they bother me. Did you see the one he wore the other day to court? Dark green with thin yellow pinstripes. Is he a leprechaun in his spare time?”
“He’s a lawyer.”
Fennel laughed. “But he’s on our side. He’s a prosecutor. That makes him one of the good ones.”
“For now. Give it a few years. He’ll serve his time, get fed up with the system, and go private. He’ll make a hell of a lot more defending the pricks we arrest than prosecuting them.”
“So wait a couple of years. Then he’ll be a catch.”
“I’m not a gold-digger, and I sure as hell don’t want to sleep with the enemy.”
Fennel cocked an eyebrow at me. “I didn’t realize you were looking for something long term.”
“I’m not looking for anything at all. I have no intention of dating Logan Winters or any other lawyers or leprechauns, for that matter.”
“I’m just saying, you can if you want to.”
“I didn’t realize I needed your permission.”
Fennel chuckled. “Well, in case you do, you have it.”
I growled at him.
“But if he is a leprechaun, he might be able to lead us to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Think about it. It might be worth it.”
“I don’t want a pot of gold.”
“Well, I’ll take it if you don’t want it, so maybe you could just take one for the team. The pipe burst under the sink, and now I need to get my bathroom redone. But with a pot of gold, I don’t have to bother. I could just move.”
“You rent. Why are you responsible for the damages?”
Fennel didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the car into a spot and opened his door. “Enough chitchat. We’re here.”