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

Then yes. Yes, Brandon, I would be very happy to try it with you. There was not much that Brandon heard after those words finally slipped from Jaime's lips. It had been quite a roller coaster up until this point, in fact it was exactly like a roller coaster, the more he thought about it. It had started out with all the protective features. Deciding just because it was the right thing to do, to hang around the Golden Eagle as often as possible, and keep an eye on Jaime. Just like eyeing the track out in front once you had settled into the coasters seats. Then it started off nice and subtle. A twist or two perhaps before the climb like the smiles Jaime had thrown him and he'd returned in kind. Or when she decided to spend most of her time chatting to him as the bar at the club quieted down for the night. Then there was the last glance back at the starting point, when Brandon made sure Jaime was in a car, or on the bus safely back to her apartment. A steady climb followed all of that. The growing feelings, the anticipation that built, the excitement of knowing soon they were going to go over the edge. However, the climb lasted much longer and he had wondered if they were ever going to get there, if he could actually ever ask her out. Finally, the apex. Knowing it would happen shortly, asking Chavez for advice and her easily deciding that yes indeed, he did have to go over the edge and ask. Then the dive. The incident at the bar, pulling them directly into each other for reasons that seemed entirely random, but straight and true. Like the feelings of fear and uncertainty as you hurtled downward knowing that you were safe and secure, but still scared. Because what if something happened. No smiling yet, no knowing what could possibly happen. Finally the feeling of gravity as he came out of the dive, and actually asked the question. Now a smile would grace his face as he realized it indeed was safe. That was the scariest part, and now it was fun, wasn't it? That was when Jaime had sent him on more loops, twists, turns, and flips than any roller coaster had even considered. Just like a coaster, in theory he knew he was safe now, but there were still those moments, pangs of doubt as the human body sped around and twisted in ways that weren't natural. In theory he knew Jaime was happy with the question, and rather too drunk to make coherent sentences, but the 'no's' and stutters caused a panic that maybe the coaster would just come right off the tracks. Finally her brain caught up with what she wanted to say, just as his might catch up with his body on the coaster and realize for the last few seconds that everything was going to be alright. He finally caught up with her alcoholic, and nerve induced talk about drinks just as Brandon's body would realize how much fun he had on the roller coaster. You know what, Im just going to go make you one. Okay, He muttered with the faintest of smiles as he remembered the look that Jaime had given him somewhere amiss everything that had just happened. She had really smiled at him, happily. Every once-in-awhile he thought he had caught glimpses of it at the club. Just an extra ounce of emotion or reality slipping across delicate features to entice him into riding the roller coaster. But now that he had really seen it, for the first time, plastered across her face without any inhibition he was unsure if he had really seen it before. The smile was so full of life, drawing it seemed from the pools of liquid blue in her face, that it had been contagious. Brandon had returned it without even realizing it and now the smile was stuck to his face as he leaned back into the plush sofa with a short sigh. Finally! He thought to himself with a mental shout that had it been verbal might have frightened not only Chavez Jaime, but several of her neighbors. - Chavez couldn't help but overhear the conversation so close to her, but as she prepared quesidllia's for the three of them, she felt a slight twisting in her stomach. As much as she wanted her rookie, she thought of all the rookies she partnered with as hers, to open his wings and take some independence it was hard letting go of her own feelings. Not just the typically overprotective ones, but also the ones that she admitted to no one but herself. Not to mention, she always wondered if Jaime was available to her, and with the interaction that had just taken place the question had turned into at least more of a possibility. It was enough to get the typical passionate Latino inside of her rather fired up. The tension did not help anything, but as Jaime walked back into the kitchen and the phone rang the tension evaporated with a click as Michelle quickly swapped back into Sgt Chavez. She answered the phone, and it was the Chief, he wanted to talk to Jaime. Hello Miss Marks, Chief O'Reily here. Hello Chief, Officer Cuito and Sgt Chavez will here this later in the morning, but I just wanted to fill you in and make sure you are comfortable with the arrangement first, is that okay? Uh, sure... Well, for tonight Cuito and Chavez will hang around your place if that is okay with you, and tomorrow we will have one of them take you over to your job... Golden Eagles, right? Yes... Okay, excellent. Once you are there we'll have patrols swinging by every ninety minutes. At the end of the day an officer will bring you home, and check out your place for any signs of tampering. We'll leave a patrol car on your building through the evening, with another check in every two hours or so from another patrol. Meanwhile, we're putting a lot of resources into finding this bastard. If there is anything knew you remember, don't hesitate to call the station. Chavez will give you my personal cell as well. Is there anything else you'd like to know? Uhm, no, no sir. Thank you. Okay then dear, could you hand me back over to Sgt Chavez? The same information was roughly repeated to Chavez, who in turn repeated it to Brandon, who by this time had entered the kitchen since he'd overheard enough to know it was important. For a moment there was silence, and then Chavez's motherly side kicked in. She forced them to sit, and eat. The drink Jaime had poured Brandon did not stay empty for long, and it also was not long until she noticed a few things that made up her mind for the night. The looks the rookie and Jaime were sharing could not be subtle since they were both feeling the alcohol, and there was enough good will left within the Sergeant to decide to leave these two alone for the night. She knew Brandon would not drink too much more, and even inebriated his presence combined with the patrol car that would soon arrive downstairs would be more than enough to deter anything happening this evening. There was that, and the surge of desire from looking at the new couple that made Chavez want to leave. After a while of light conversation, and cleaning up, she left. Kissing Jaime on the cheek with a soft hug, and a stern lecture to Brandon to keep up his guard. - The warm fuzzy feelings from Jaime's acceptance, the drink, and knowing both Chief and more immediately Sgt Chavez had there back was enough to keep Brandon from feeling any sort of apprehension about the night as Michelle left the apartment. After locking the door, he turned back to Jaime with a bright smile. So you should definitely start serving that drink at the Eagle. He stated, with a slight slur. Somehow his slightly fuzzled mind thought that Jaime was still a little nervous after the sudden burst of realism after things had been looking up. Deciding to end it before it could grow into anything resembling the fear that had petrified her early, he walked over to where she was standing, fidgeting a bit, by the island bar. Leaning over he brushed some hair behind her ear, and without really thinking about it, kissed her. His strong hand held the back of her head softly, and his lips pressed against hers with no insistence, but only a gentle wanting. Blinking, and realizing what he had just done at the same time a smile slipped back across his features as the kiss broke. You okay? It was a general question, but even Brandon was not sure if he was asking if she was okay because of the kiss, or everything else that had happened today.