Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

Chavez had been a good cop for a long time, and those sort of qualities did not fade away or get forgotten. The entire time Jaime was speaking the officer inside took control, writing copious amounts of notes. All while getting as many piercing glances as possible in on the victim. Anniversary of death of father, and rape point towards no coincidence. But victim knows that perp was just as surprised. That would be one Michelle needed to think about a lot. To an impartial observer the timing would be everything, things like that only happened in movies and on the television. In real life it meant that the perp had planned it, but in the movies it happened every single time so whether it was planned or random was in the air. Yet a good cop knew that victim's reports could be strikingly correct on the little details. They had caught one rapist before because the victim remembered the perp's cologne. Another attempted murder had been resolved when the victim had remembered the perp's social security number dangling from his dog tags. Most victim's were incredibly confused about the normal things, hair color, height, eye color, but sometimes the tiniest details really just stuck out as their panicked mind reached out for something to sear into their mind other than what was happening. Jaime also had not been quite the victim this time, and the fact that the perp had bailed so quickly also let Chavez lean toward and unfortunate chance meeting. Really unfortunate, she thought with sad smile as she noticed just how worked up Jaime was getting about the entire thing. Her last comment really startled Chavez. Up until this point Jaime had never thought about the possibility of death being better, and that comment set off enough red flags for Michelle to let go of her pad, pen, and get up just as Jaime slipped into a horrible memory. It was rather stunning and a little frightening to watch as her eyes darted too and fro seeing only the past, her breathing increased and tears began to slid down Jaime's cheeks. Chavez knew that the frightened little girl could no longer see or hear her anymore, and she moved quickly to break up the nightmare, and just as her soft hand rested on Jaime's shoulder she nearly jumped out of her skin. The pleading look and trembling lower lip were almost enough to melt Chavez's heart. In fact they did. Just enough to sink down onto the couch next to Jaime and pull her slightly smaller frame into a powerful bear hug. Not knowing quite what else to do, Chavez brushed her lips against Jaime's before pulling her head back and giving her the look that all Latino women were born with. The look of a patriarch who knew everything about everything. I don't want to hear you say nothin' bout killing yourself again mi pequino chicita. Comprende? You hear me little one? The voice was gently reproaching and full of warmth. We're going to get that fucking puta, and fuck his shit up. All you need to do is be Jai, and relax. Bad timing, that's all it was, if this had happened tomorrow or yesterday it would have been bad, but you wouldn't be all worked up like this, would you? Chavez tilted her head and gave a knowing look, No, of course not... You just need to... Relax. Michelle did not know what came over her, this wasn't what she normally did, but something about Jaime just made it happen. Her hand that had been holding Jaime tightly had loosened and slid slowly down over a trembling abdomen, and to the inside of her thighs. - The shower had worked great, and Brandon found that Jaime was one of the few women he knew to keep her bathroom rather well organized and clean. His sisters on the other hand, well it was like a tornado touched down every morning and night in that room. Thank God I have my own place. He thought with a shake of his head as beads of water flew from his head and onto the mirror. With a slight 'woops' and shrug of his shoulders he wiped the mirror down. Then Brandon proceeded to shave, and pull on his clothes. A perfectly white V neck that hugged his chiseled frame very well, boxers, and a pair of baggy navy blue sweatpants. He carried his fresh socks in one hand, while using his towel to rub the remaining dampness from his head as he exited the bathroom. He heard soft whispers as he moved down the hallway and into the living room. Sgt Chavez must be here. He couldn't think of anyone else that Jaime would have let in, besides Melanie, and she was probably still working. Entering the room he saw them both close on the couch, they were very close, and whispering. He couldn't make out anything they said, but certainly neither of the females had noticed him. With a couch, he cleared his throat, and announced his presence. A sudden chuckle seemed to come over Chavez, while Jaime was giggling softly, whatever was going on it didn't seem as bad as he thought. That quickly vanished from his mind as he rounded the corner of the couch and sat on the one that was caddy corner to it. Only after putting his socks on did he look up and noticed Jaime's tear stained face, and Chavez's more serious one. Though they both had the faintest of grins curling their lips too, what the hell is going on? What's up? Jai was filling me in, you didn't get a good luck at the guy did you Brandon? Negative Sarge, he was gone. Wearing mostly black, a hoodie, black eyes. Hmm, okay. Jaime here is pretty sure it was an accident, him showing up. Isn't the guy connected? Nothing he does is an accident. Maybe, but he was certainly not there to find our Jaime, don't you agree? Yep. Totally... You hungry yet Jaime? Chavez interrupted before Jaime could say anything, Si si, she is going to eat. I will cook. The Sergeant stood, and gave Brandon a devious look. Before she even opened her mouth he knew what she was going to say and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. Immediately his cheeks went red, and he could feel the sweat suddenly pouring out onto his palms. Why does she always have to be a busy body? Jaime, did Brandon tell you he had something to say to you before all this happened? No? Well well, you better get movin there rook. Nice guys finish last. The blush, if possible, increased to an even darker shade on Brandon's face. He quickly looked to Jaime and saw her confusion, but it was mild and maybe even a little happy? To be confused about something other than what had already happened today. Brandon glared at Michelle as she walked away chuckling, and held up a finger to Jaime so he could take a few more moments to compose himself. What should I tell her? Obviously I can't tell her I love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her, fuck, I'm not even sure if that is how I feel about her. But I definitely like her, and I certainly want to date her and see where it leads. Why? Why the hell would Chavez add this on top of everything that happened today? It took him a moment, but finally he realized that he had already had the thought earlier. Anything to distract Jaime from what was currently happening in life. To have her worrying about other things was always better than having her worry about something that she had very little control over. It wasn't like she would have to even worry over Brandon, it was a decision, maybe a little bigger than a small decision, but it was not one that would effect her in any important way, well, maybe it would, but that could be a very good thing. With a deep breath, and glance towards the kitchen before locking eyes with Jaime he started. I'm going to need a drink after this, not because I don't want to do it, but because... Well, you'll figure it out. Another deep breath passed his lips before Brandon continued, Today, earlier, I was, well... Hmm... I wanted to ask you out tonight, at the end of your shift, I've been. Wanting to, but I guess... I guess I needed a kick in the pants about it. Grinning to hide the blush, which was failing miserably, Brandon looked carefully at Jaime. Well, Jam, do you think you'd want to date me?