Author's Note: This is my first E-Ring fanfic and my second posted story ever. Please be kind – constructive criticism would be appreciated. I'm a senior in college and taking 15 hours so please don't be mad or upset if I don't update frequently. I've done some creative tinkering with the basic E-Ring storyline; basically, JT was with Angie but they broke up before the show began because they realized they didn't love each other that way though they did stay friends (to quote Sandra Bullock in Speed, "relationships started in extreme situations never last"). With this in mind, most of the episodes are the same with only mild changes: JT has his own apartment, Angie helps in "Escape and Evade" because they are close friends, Angie is threatened to end their friendship instead of their relationship, and Angie is calling him because they're close and she trusts him ("Cemetery").
Disclaimer: I don't own E-Ring or the characters that have appeared on the show. They belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and his geniusstaff. I do own the bad guys and some of the characters mentioned in later chapters; I'll mention other disclaimers as needed. I got the idea for this story from an episode of Pacific Blue (I think it's "Excessive Force" but I'm not sure).
! ERING ! - time break
/ name / - POV change
Now, to begin the story. Happy reading!
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Cops and Robbers
Written by: crazyames
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A sparse bedroom struggles futilely against the invading morning. A golden ray burst through the haphazardly closed blinds, striking the serene young man, rousing him from his rejuvenating sleep. Groaning, the man burrowed further into his covers, reluctant to wake. Silence permeates the humble abode as the master of the house quiets once again.
BEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEP!
Rustling and mumbling broke through the incessant beeping as a hand appeared, slapping the annoying alarm clock to silence the infuriating noise. Slowly the man rises to an upright position on his bed, rubbing his eyes in an infantile way. Standing up, he makes his way out of the Spartan room towards a small, surprisingly well stocked, kitchen; heading straight for the coffeemaker, he flips the switch to begin making the delicious brew and leans sleepily against the counter.
"Damn it! It's my day off! The one day in weeks that I can sleep in! I don't want to be known as Major JT 'Workaholic' Tisnewski," he bemoans before placing his head in his hands.
Wallowing in self pity for a few moments, JT starts as several low-toned beeps sound, alerting him of his completely brewed coffee. Pouring a cup, he takes a few deep, soothing breaths – inhaling the wonderful aroma – and then proceeds to drink the confection. More alert, he begins to move about the small enclosure, grabbing a banana and with his raisin-bran.
! ERING !
Half an hour later, JT was cleanly shaven, dressed in civilian clothes, and pondering what to do with himself. "Guess I'll run some errands. I know I need some more milk and bread. I might as well order some more checks now; don't know when my next day off will be." Ever the SO operative, he goes about hiding his identification – drivers license in wallet, wallet in back pocket, military ID in false sole of his shoe, and dog tags hooked to his shirt tag and taped down so as not to make noise. With this taken care of, he grabs is cell phone, pager, and keys as he walks out the door, locking it as he goes.