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

Brandon couldn't help but smile at Jaime's sudden nervousness. It was easily distinguished from the paralyzing fear from earlier, and to the cop it meant it was more than okay and allow just a bit more of the tension slip from the situation. The fact that so much had already slipped from Jaime's shoulders was good to see, he knew he had made the right choice in bringing her home. One of the most satisfying things that nobody in the Academy had ever told Brandon was the sudden conclusion situations could come to, and you wouldn't even know it until people started worrying about other stuff. For a second he wondered vaguely if the other stuff for Jaime included him. He thought it was actually possible, and that turned his grin into a smile for the briefest of seconds before he turned to the side and set the cot down. It was heavy, and figuring out where to put it could come later. That last little comment Jai had made certainly started Brandon thinking about other things, and he used the opportunity to hide his flush in the shadows. Feeling the heat dissipate from his face Brandon turned back towards Jaime, but angled for the kitchen and started walking. How about we mix things up a little? I'll serve you, for me a gin tonic, and for some... His hands and eyes searched the bar briefly, Captain and Coke, for being quite the brave little thing. As he began to fix the drinks over some half-heard protests, Brandon wondered why it was so hard to even flirt with Jaime? Maybe that was what Chavez meant. He thought, I can't treat her like any other woman because she isn't like any other one to me. Damn, this is hard! The drinks were done rather quickly, and he returned to the living room stepping carefully in the dark. Before handing over the drink, he pulled the curtain over the door to the balcony. The dim sunlight of a falling sun cascaded over the well decorated apartment. Upon turning, for a moment Brandon was struck rather breathless. Jaime was still sitting on the couch, her head arched and twisted toward him. The sunlight caught her deep blue eyes just perfectly, and captured her moments in what would have been a very expensive picture had anyone managed to capture the snapshot. It was only Brandon that would ever see the sight, however, and he was totally good with that. Wow... When he realized Jaime was expecting him to explain what was wow, he grinned with a blush, she would know it was a lie if he tried to tell her anything else. Your eyes, they're beautiful. Walking over he handed Jaime her drink, and gave it a soft clink with his glass. After a sip, he sat next to her on the rather comfortable couch. Nice place, and I suppose I didn't really need the cot. This sofa is comfy. He gave a little wiggle, and wink, trying rather desperately to make her not dwell too long on his previous comment. With a wry grin, as he realized it wasn't quite working yet, he added, I'm not quite comfortable though. Bathroom? I'll throw on a change of clothes, and shower if you don't mind. She pointed, and Brandon left in a slightly embarrassed hurry to grab his bag. Man that was stupid. The confident, strong, intelligent, and rather sociable cop felt as if he had just bobbled all of that with the grace of a horse running on ice. He knew that he had been a half second away from spilling his guts and whatever interest he thought he felt coming from Jaime had to be placed on the back burner because of the situation. It was going to take quite some doing to keep it up, but he would do it and only after the situation was resolved would he ask Jaime for anything. With that decided, he began to strip and turned on the hot water. - Tony smiled a rather dangerously clever little smile. His finger snapped the shot that Brandon thought nobody would get. The look on her face made his cock surge in it's confines, but he batted down the urge with practiced ease. Instead snapping a few more photos of the apartment building itself, street in front, and buildings around. Of course those pigs assumed I wouldn't double back. What man in his right mind would? They were right about one thing though, Tony had no intention of acting on any of the information he was gathering for quite some time. As stupid as the pigs could be, they did do security very well when there was an active interest. Of course in a few days, a week or two at the most, the interest would die down and it would just be Jaime again. Jaime Marks, I'm so glad we're going to get to meet again! Tony slid off his perch, and began the long walk down through the apartment building back to his car. The only question here was whether to let the bosses know. They had learned to give Tony a rather long leash, but Detective Marks had been a pet project for everyone left, and they would probably want to know. There would not be an issue with his failure, they all knew that if Bloody Tony was caught he would gladly die for them. And that was true. The thought crossed his mind without a blink, death was favorable to ratting on his friends and la familia. Not to mention either that he had one of the best reputations as an enforcer, and most of the other ones had more than a few mistakes to clean up. Tony only messed up, maybe, one in twenty jobs, while the others were more of a one in three, or one in five. He felt fairly confident that they would not be upset, but at the same time they also might interfere. Some of them were too smart for their own good, or not nearly smart enough. Some would want him to fix the mistake immediately, while others might want someone else to fix his mistake. Tony would have neither. He stepped into his car, and headed out of the city. Well someone else is going to have to case Golden Eagle, that's for sure, I can just tell them that a cop recognized me, or thought he did. That'll work. Then in a week or two I'll take a small vacation, something I've done before, and they won't question it. That's when I'll deal with Jaime... I can hardly wait! - Sgt Chavez had dressed rather haphazardly as was typical for her off duty. She was wearing a pay of grey sweatpants that hugged her slim hips lightly, and a black sleeveless shirt that revealed her midriff when she lifted her hand above her head to stretch. A pair of Jordan's, her watch, and aviator shades completed the outfit. Her hair was not in a ponytail for once, but rather flowing freely in the messy way her abuela hated. She drove her black Camaro, her only concession to shopping as women should, with practiced ease flying through the streets and staying just within legal limits. She'd called the Chief already, and he was working on a schedule of patrolmen to follow Jaime Parks around starting tomorrow, so for the evening it was just Chavez and Brandon. Hopefully just him... She thought briefly, wondering if the two of them had finally fucking... Fucked! It was like watching two steroided freaks jump around during a street fight, shouting, cursing, and taunting each other while they were both too scared to throw the first punch. With a sigh, Chavez glanced at the oncoming traffic briefly, a smart little red Mustang was tearing in the opposite direction. The driver was smiling, looking oddly pleased with himself, black hair, and black eyes with a rather dangerous glint to them. Michelle briefly contemplated pulling him over, or calling him in, but then decided fuck it she was off duty and traffic stops always turned into something more when you were off duty. The rest of the trip to Jaime's passed without instance, and she rang the buzzer to Parks apartment while ripping off the placard that displayed her name as the resident. Rookies, she thought with a brief shake of her head while pocketing the placard. Hello? Was the voice on the other end, not horribly frightened, but still a bit shaken. Hola chica, it's Sgt Chavez, Officer Caito- er, Brandon's partner. Oh, yea he said you were coming, come on in. The door buzzed, and Chavez took the stairs as was typically her style. The place was cool, frigid almost, and she could feel her nipples hardening even through the sports bra she wore underneath the sleeveless. Upon arriving, she knocked, and listened to all the noises as at least three, probably five, locks were opened before she could step inside. With a friendly smile, Chavez finally removed her shades, pushing them over her forehead. Taking Jaime in with a glance, she remembered first the battered and bruised victim that she had interviewed, then the much more confident bartender that probably had more crushes on her than the head cheerleader. With a curt little nod she stated, Good. You look good Jaime, it's been awhile. She looked much closer to the strong willed, flirty, and rather sexy bartender than the victim. She was just a little shaken. Reaching in for a hug, and taking the opportunity to remember just how sexy Jaime was, Chavez then moved past her towards the little island bar. Tossing a notepad on the table, and clicking a pen ready, Chavez turned back to Jaime. Anything new you can remember about this guy Jai? And what the fuck is Brandon doing, She'd just realized the rookie was taking a shower, Que idiota... With a shake of her head, and incredulous laugh she continued, He's a little awkward, si? He hasn't been... Hmm... He's been a good little boy, yea? It was a way to ask if he'd said anything, like he promised he was going to, but also just to double check that he hadn't made any other rookie mistakes.