This story takes us into the minds of Jamie and Eddie while they were dancing in that fancy jazz club during S7E9. I hope you enjoy this version of what might have been going through our favorite duo's minds. Again, I must declare that I do not own Blue Bloods. If I did, I would not be writing and posting my stories here. :P
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"You ever think about what we might be giving up?" Jamie asked, fully aware of the weight of their conversation. There, in the middle of the jazz club, bodies touching as they swayed and moved to the music, they spoke of the topic that had to be placed on the back-burner.
"Yup," Eddie's bittersweet reply came after a pregnant pause. She knew how serious and hopeless their situation was. Her heart ached. For Jamie, for her, for them. For everything that could be and would never be between them. With one hand in Jamie's and the other resting on his chest, she decided then and there that she would continue this dance with him – both literally and figuratively. Her feelings for Jamie ran deep and she finally had confirmation that he felt the same for her. He had told her so after the Tara incident. That was enough for now. It had to be.
Jamie's heart felt heavy and his head filled with a confusing concoction of wanting the woman in his arms in every way a man could possibly want a woman, and needing for them to remain together while they worked because their partnership meant the world to him. Both were mutually exclusive categories. He could only have one, not both. The fragrance of the perfume she was wearing did not help matters as he was reacting to it most unprofessionally. It was messing with his ability to think logically. Heck, this whole evening was unprofessional. He had asked Eddie to meet him at the jazz club with the intent of making things up to her. He had behaved badly at the wedding they attended together. And because of it, they ended up having to spend the night sobering up in the Nassau County Detention Center with matching black eyes to show for his momentary lapse of judgement. Jamie knew the instant he asked her to be his plus-one that he was playing with fire and was likely to be burned. He thought he could handle it. That both of them could handle attending a wedding together as platonic friends. It was safe to say that he had misjudged again. He knew deep down what the ugly truth was, but was too embarrassed to admit it. Him jealous? No way. And his refusal to own up to it and deal with it sensibly with the object of his desire had caused both him and said object of his desire to be whisked off for an unforgettable night in a cold cell, compliments of the Nassau County Police Department. What a disaster. Hence his attempt at making things right. For her. He owed Eddie at least that much. Now that they were there, he wondered if he had made another mistake. It felt so good to have her in his arms. He never wanted to let her go. She belonged there. His heartbeat reflected this sentiment back to him and at the same time, reinforced the clouds of confusion in his head. What was he to do?
There was never a doubt in Eddie's mind that Jamie overreacted at the wedding because he was jealous. That, coupled with some hard liquor, proved to be his undoing. She had tried to reason with him, but to no avail. Before she knew it, punches started flying and people started screaming. Eddie likened it to a scene from a movie, a B-rated one at that. Just bad all around. Jamie, Jamie, Jamie… She knew he would never openly admit to being jealous, but she also knew he would do his best to make things right. That was just how he was wired. This Boy Scout who had suddenly gone rogue, would always remain a Boy Scout. Especially when it came to Eddie. In her mind, Jamie was her Boy Scout. That thought amused her and warmed her heart. But she knew that was all he could give her. Just a small glimpse of what could be. She locked all these away in her heart - her secret treasure chest of hopes of a future with Jamie, as so much more than just partners at work. Maybe someday. Maybe. Meanwhile, she would relish the time she had with him now, being held by him, so close. Sadly, it may never be repeated. Similar to the story, 'Cinderella', things would be very different the next morning. At least they could stay past midnight and not fear the spell they held each other under changing, unlike poor Cinderella. It was a good thing they did not need to report to work the next day. Their black eyes would raise more than just a few eyebrows at the precinct. As they continued to dance, Jamie kept her hand on his chest, as if he was afraid to let it go. It had to stay there. It was completely surreal - a sweet serendipity that was not meant to be. With Jamie's hand slowly moving up and down her spine, Eddie felt as if she was falling into a deep, deep reverie, where the only two people who existed were, Jamie and her. And that their hearts were beating as one. She surrendered to the moment and to Jamie. Allowing him to take her away in the spell she was sure he had unknowingly cast on her, on them.
Feeling wrapped up in the sensuous and comforting cocoon they had created for themselves, Jamie could not bring himself to let Eddie go. He did not realize how much he needed this until he experienced it first-hand. How could he let her go after tonight? Which man in his right mind would do as such? No one. But he had to. He knew that there was no other way about it. Eddie did not belong to him. In fact, she was still seeing Mr Breakfast Sandwich. That thought jolted Jamie. He was dancing so intimately with another guy's girl. Why had she agreed to meet him here when she was seeing someone else? Above and beyond all that, she was his partner at work. And things had to remain status quo for them to continue walking the beat together. For Twelve-David to continue thriving, they had to remain focused on their partnership and allow nothing to compromise it. Unfortunately, this was their lot in life. Perhaps they were destined to be star-crossed lovers. As sadly romantic as that notion seemed, Jamie refused to allow it to ruin tonight for her. For Eddie. Tonight was about making things up to her. He would not allow his bittersweet thoughts to get in the way. And truth be told, he could not help but be swept away by the sweetness of her presence in his arms. It was almost as if she was made for him, that they were made for each other. They moved in a rhythm that was all their own. So in-tuned with each other's movements, dancing with each other came as second nature to them. There was no awkwardness, no second guessing. They moved together instinctively. Their bodies knew exactly what to do, how to respond. And respond they did. To each other. Jamie's hand gently caressed the back of Eddie's dress in a manner parallel to a lover's touch. She was intoxicating him, simply by being Eddie. By accepting his invitation to dance. By being the stand-up cop she was. By having the guts to speak her mind. By forgiving him over and over again because he sometimes flew off the handle with her. His Eddie. How could he ever let her go? Jamie knew this was going to be a long-term situation. He had to learn to deal with it. If that was the only way he could spend most of his day with Eddie, he would take it. For now though, he willingly allowed himself to be swallowed by the heady blend of sweet closeness, intimate touches and their shared heartbeat. He arrived at the conclusion that his heart was beating for her. It was beating for Eddie.
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