Passion Awakened
Summary: This very short story is based on "The Paper". Sparks fly between Gary Hobson and Sun-Times investigative reporter Meredith Carson.
Disclaimer: Early Edition characters belong to whoever created them. No copyright infringement intended. No profit is being made. Some of the dialogue that appears in this story is not my own, but belongs to the writer of the Early Edition episode "The Paper."
Author Notes: Recent e-mail discussions about Gary's "romances" made me decide last night to watch "The Paper", an episode I haven't seen in almost two years. I guess I will always fall in the minority in liking Brigatti as a potential love interest (provided that her "softer" side was allowed to emerge to complement her tenacity). But seeing Meredith last night, I noticed some parallels to Brigatti. And she certainly did awaken a more passionate side of our hero in this episode g.
Author: Tracy Diane Miller E-mail address: tdmiller82@hotmail.com
Passion Awakened
She was an investigative reporter, arguably one of the best in the business, or so she's been told. She could smell a story even when the odor appeared faint to most people. And she knew when people were keeping secrets. Call it a well-defined curiosity gene. And this man, this handsome guy with those gorgeous mud green eyes and that non-threatening Boy Scout persona, was a man with secrets. How else would he have known about that Red Volvo with Jersey plates when the story hadn't even appeared in the paper?
She picked up his "Lost Chicago" and ran in back of the couch. Her actions gave way to a chase, or maybe it was a prelude to some mating ritual (one couldn't tell). But he seemed frantic, desperate. It was only a book, she thought to herself.
"Give it back!" He demanded.
"No." She said.
He caught her, but she held the book high up in the air.
"Let it go." He insisted.
"Or what?" She challenged.
"Just let it go." He repeated.
She dropped it. The book hit the floor with a thud.
"You dropped my book." He said.
"So?" She responded.
"So, pick it up."
"Don't tell me what to do. It's your book. You pick it up." Impulsively, she kissed him hungrily on the lips.
"What are you doing?" He asked after the kiss ended
"What do you mean?" She inquired.
"I mean, what are you doing?" He repeated.
"I kissed you." She confirmed.
"I know you kissed me. Why did you stop?" He wondered.
"I didn't stop. You stopped." She countered.
"I didn't stop. Kiss me again." He demanded as he drew her closer for another intense and sensual kiss.
"Don't tell me what to do. Don't ever tell me what to do." She said defiantly before their lips locked once more.
What was he doing? She was as spirited as an untamed filly, beautiful, yet dangerous. Her mane, with a bounty of luscious curls, shimmered regally in the light. He told himself that he should stay away from her. After all, she was an investigative reporter with an insatiable curiosity. He couldn't afford for her to discover his secret. And he was a guy with a secret, a very powerful secret. If she learned the truth, she might call what he did newsworthy. But he called it his life and it wasn't a life that he wanted to share with the rest of Chicago. And if she discovered his secret, she might use this knowledge as a stepping stone to even greater journalistic recognition. That was why they couldn't pursue a relationship, it would never work. They were two highly combustible elements that would produce a deadly fire if united.
But a passion that he assumed was dormant, burned within him, and was awakened when he looked at her.
The paper may have given him the power to change the future. Yet, tomorrow's news today was of little help when it came to confronting its hero's own affairs of the heart.
The End.
Summary: This very short story is based on "The Paper". Sparks fly between Gary Hobson and Sun-Times investigative reporter Meredith Carson.
Disclaimer: Early Edition characters belong to whoever created them. No copyright infringement intended. No profit is being made. Some of the dialogue that appears in this story is not my own, but belongs to the writer of the Early Edition episode "The Paper."
Author Notes: Recent e-mail discussions about Gary's "romances" made me decide last night to watch "The Paper", an episode I haven't seen in almost two years. I guess I will always fall in the minority in liking Brigatti as a potential love interest (provided that her "softer" side was allowed to emerge to complement her tenacity). But seeing Meredith last night, I noticed some parallels to Brigatti. And she certainly did awaken a more passionate side of our hero in this episode g.
Author: Tracy Diane Miller E-mail address: tdmiller82@hotmail.com
Passion Awakened
She was an investigative reporter, arguably one of the best in the business, or so she's been told. She could smell a story even when the odor appeared faint to most people. And she knew when people were keeping secrets. Call it a well-defined curiosity gene. And this man, this handsome guy with those gorgeous mud green eyes and that non-threatening Boy Scout persona, was a man with secrets. How else would he have known about that Red Volvo with Jersey plates when the story hadn't even appeared in the paper?
She picked up his "Lost Chicago" and ran in back of the couch. Her actions gave way to a chase, or maybe it was a prelude to some mating ritual (one couldn't tell). But he seemed frantic, desperate. It was only a book, she thought to herself.
"Give it back!" He demanded.
"No." She said.
He caught her, but she held the book high up in the air.
"Let it go." He insisted.
"Or what?" She challenged.
"Just let it go." He repeated.
She dropped it. The book hit the floor with a thud.
"You dropped my book." He said.
"So?" She responded.
"So, pick it up."
"Don't tell me what to do. It's your book. You pick it up." Impulsively, she kissed him hungrily on the lips.
"What are you doing?" He asked after the kiss ended
"What do you mean?" She inquired.
"I mean, what are you doing?" He repeated.
"I kissed you." She confirmed.
"I know you kissed me. Why did you stop?" He wondered.
"I didn't stop. You stopped." She countered.
"I didn't stop. Kiss me again." He demanded as he drew her closer for another intense and sensual kiss.
"Don't tell me what to do. Don't ever tell me what to do." She said defiantly before their lips locked once more.
What was he doing? She was as spirited as an untamed filly, beautiful, yet dangerous. Her mane, with a bounty of luscious curls, shimmered regally in the light. He told himself that he should stay away from her. After all, she was an investigative reporter with an insatiable curiosity. He couldn't afford for her to discover his secret. And he was a guy with a secret, a very powerful secret. If she learned the truth, she might call what he did newsworthy. But he called it his life and it wasn't a life that he wanted to share with the rest of Chicago. And if she discovered his secret, she might use this knowledge as a stepping stone to even greater journalistic recognition. That was why they couldn't pursue a relationship, it would never work. They were two highly combustible elements that would produce a deadly fire if united.
But a passion that he assumed was dormant, burned within him, and was awakened when he looked at her.
The paper may have given him the power to change the future. Yet, tomorrow's news today was of little help when it came to confronting its hero's own affairs of the heart.
The End.