"Yes. Yea that's possible. Sure." I say over the phone to the man calling. A red headed woman walks out of the elevator and over towards my desk.
"Sure thing sir. Anything else?" I ask when she comes over and looks at me with a smile. I hold up a finger to tell her I will be with her in one second. She had a visitors pass on her left jacket pocket.
"Ok. Have a nice day." I say hanging up the phone and smiling at her. "What can I do for a pretty woman like you?" She was wearing beige skinny jean cargo pants with a black short sleeve that fit her nicely. Over that was an army green jean jacket rolled up to her elbows. I look her up and down.
She blushes a little bit. "I'm Cat Valentine. I'm going to be working over there." She says pointing at the desk with a computer in the opposite side of our cubical area. It was a big square with a desk in each corner.
"Oh… Well in that case… that was not flirting." I chuckle nervously.
"It's ok." She says taking her backpack off of her shoulder and putting it in the corner behind her desk.
"Well… I'm Special Agent Robbie Shapiro… Beck works over there," I point to the opposite corner from where I am. "And Jones, our team leader, works over there." I point to the right of me.
"Ok. Where is Jones? I have to go get cleared." She explains.
"Right here." Jones says walking briskly in behind her. "Welcome to the FBI." He had on his usual dress attire. Black slacks and a dress shirt and tie. He would roll up his sleeves to his elbows and only wear a jacket when we leave.
"Hi." She says. "I'm Cat Valentine."
"Probationary Agent Cat Valentine." He corrects handing me a badge and a gun in a black leather holster. He throws on his black sports jacket.
"We've got a murder in 32 street. Let's go." Jones says grabbing his gray and black backpack from under his desk. He slides his holster onto the right side of his pants throws the necklace chain with the badge over his neck. We all follow and Beck meets us by the elevator.
"Robbie, you've got Cat today. Show her the ropes. You're the senior field agent." I nod and walk out of the elevator when it stops and over to the cars. Every team was given two cars, both black dodge chargers. Jones throws me the keys from next to the elevator where the keys were kept.
I catch them with one hand and slid into the front seat. Cat gets in the passenger side and straps in. I click the buckle and start the car. Jones pulls out first and I follow him down through the New York City traffic. We finally turn on the lights that are in the front grill. Cars start moving out of the way and in a matter of minutes were in the middle of 32 streets. We park the cars in front of an apartment. The NYPD was standing outside waiting for us to show up.
Jones walks over to the chief and is briefed on what happened. I duck under the yellow tape and hold it up for Cat. I take her in with Beck. There were police all throughout the rooms, taking pictures, bagging evidence, and questioning neighbors.
"So what happened?" I stop and ask one of the officers taking a picture of a body in the middle of the living room floor.
"Looks like a robbery gone wrong. We found some partial prints on the backdoor. Gunshot wound to the head. A couple of jewelry boxes were raided too. Not much is left in them but you can take a look if you want. They're in the bedroom." The officer says pointing down the hall.
"Thanks." I wave for Cat and Beck to follow me into the bedroom but Beck stays. Books and magazines were scattered across the floor and the dresser was raided. I look over at Cat.
"So… Where did you work before this?" I ask her.
"LAPD." She answers taking the camera and putting the strap around her neck. She holds the camera up to her eye and takes a picture of the dresser and then of the books scattered around the floor.
Beck walks in. "We found brass." He says holding up a .9 millimeter casing. Cat walks over and takes a picture if the brass in his hand then walks back over to me.
"LAPD… Why'd you leave?" I ask her.
"A co-worker and I got serious… then things went downhill. I just needed to get out of there. Get as far away as I could." She says looking down at her shoes.
"Oh… I'm sorry." I turn and walk out of the room and Cat followed.
"It's ok. Things happen. Talking helps." She explains to me. "I stop and turn to her. She looks up from the camera and at me. Neither of us say anything. I don't know what I felt at that moment but there was something. The way she looked at me, the way I looked back at her. I just couldn't forget what happened this morning.
I speak up before anything gets too awkward. "Listen… we got off to a bad start. I'm not usually like that. I was a bit flirty and I'm sorry. Can we start over?"
She smiles at me. "Yea sure."
"I'm Special Agent Robert Shapiro." I say sticking out my hand.
"Cat Valentine. Probationary Agent." She says smiling and taking my hand to shake.
Later that day Beck goes back with Jones to HQ and Cat and I go follow a lead. We drive down to the East side and to Franz Sigel Park. It was a small park, had a baseball field, a basketball court and a playground or two. There were a lot of nice walking paths and most of it was shaded, except for the fields. It was just a fun, nice, peaceful place to sit and relax. We park the car on the side of the road.
"So what are we doing here?" Cat asks.
"There's a barbeque on the baseball field for the little league teams. One of the fathers was a good friend of our victim." I explains to her. She simply nods in understanding.
We continue to walk for a little bit longer until we get to the field. The barbecue was sectioned off by yellow tape. Kids were running around screaming and laughing. Parents were taking with beers in their hands.
"You know… one day I wouldn't mind being one of these dad's…" I sigh with a smile. I look over at her. She smiles but doesn't say anything. We continue of and duck under the tape. I walk over to a skinny man in jeans and a t-shirt with a baseball cap.
"Hey. Is Joey Caneto here?" I ask showing him my badge.
"Yea. He's over by the grill. It's his shift to cook." He says pointing over by the dugout to a black grill.
"Thanks!" Cat says to the man.
We walk over to the grill and my phone starts to ring. I answer it.
"Get out of there." Jones says quickly over the phone.
"Why? What's wrong?" I look over at Cat who is staring at the man by the grill. She follows his gaze to a black box by one of the light poles. She starts to look worried and turns to me.
"Robbie! Just get out. Get as far away as you—" Cat tackles me to the ground as the box by the light pole explodes. She was on top of me and my phone was a good 5 feet away. I look into her eyes and smile slightly.
"You ok?" I whisper softly.
She simply nods. "You?"
"Yea." I say moving a little bit. We sit there for a good 30 seconds. "What are you still doing on top of me?" I whisper to her again.
"I'm protecting you." She explains.
"Oh… the bomb went off about 1 minute and a half ago… I think I'm good…" She nods a little bit and rolls off of me.
"Sorry…" She replies.
"It's cool. Don't worry about it." I say.
Later that night we were finishing the paperwork for the case. They caught Joey Caneto an hour after the bombing and he gave up his "friends". I finish on my final report and turn off my computer. I open my desk drawer and take out my badge and gun. I clip the holster onto the right side of my pants and the badge on the other side. I tap the touch button on my desk light and it switches off.
Cat stands up and finishes packing her bag. She turns off her desk light and throws her backpack over her shoulder. I cut her off and stand in front of her.
"You want to grab some dinner?" I ask her.
She smirks. "I don't think so…we're starting over remember?" She tries to go around me but I step in front of her again.
"It's too bad. It would have been great." I say softly with a smile.
She bites her lip thinking but it was sexy. She leans in towards my ear and whispers, "You have no idea…" With that, she turns and walks away without looking back. I couldn't help but stare.
I'M BACK!
Sorry it took so long but with field hockey and hw and piano i was just so busy. But the end of the season is nearly here so i will be updating more haha.
I'm kinda taking a bit of something the Tony/Ziva relationship in NCIS and putting it in here. I am obsessed with that show and since Cote de Pablo left, I've been dying. for those of you who dont know, the main character Gibbs has a list of rules he follows by. Not many of them fit into real life (#4,#5, #8, #15, and most of all #51 are ones that can be used in life, look them up.) and so i made a list of my own. They are all always something I've followed by my entire life, i just decided to put a number to them.
So, this story is called Rule #1 - Sometimes You Need To Let Go. I cant decidewhether my number one should be that or Sometimes - you're wrong. I think they both are very important. You cant hold to to everything forever, it will end up killing you. I would know haha. But then again, sometimes - your wrong... And that is just as important if not more...
Anyway, back on topic. I called this story Rule #1 - Sometimes You Need To Let Go because my #1 rule is that (more than willing to share the other 20 or so if your interested but i know none of you are. PM me if you wanna know... haha). This is going to be a good story but it may piss some of you off because you will have to wait for a BIG part. If you've ever seen NCIS and the Tony/Ziva (Tiva) relationship, it's all sexual and emotional tension, and i think that's what made me like it so much. It was a giant cliff hanger. And finally 8 years later, we get what we want... sorta...
Ok back to Cabbie. Lol sorry about that. Well yea... Review and sorry about my ranting session... i don't get to do it often.