In her mind, the kind of guy she should be with would be the safe choice. The guy she knew wouldn't leave her. Someone like Scott. I mean sure she cared for him, he was a great guy. But her heart seemed to have other ideas. And she honestly didn't know why. Maybe she craved the danger of not only being a cop but dating one as well. And an undercover one at that. With that kind of relationship there was a big chance she would end up alone.
But their was also the fact that she didn't have to hide her life from Dean. They worked the same job so they both understood the risks,
and they accepted them as an inevitability when it came to a job like theirs. He knew about her past, and he still accepted her. He still gave her grief
when she messed up, he didn't pity her or treat her differently just because she had a hard life. In ways he embraced it, used it to egg her on. But he
also helped her through some of the down sides that came with being UC. Like when Ruben was killed, he made sure that she understood that things
can, and sometimes will go wrong, and that she shouldn't let it distract her, but not to forget it. Its like he said, " That's yours, but you should put it
in a box and file it away because you have plenty of time to look at it later." and he was right. Distractions can be dangerous in their way of life.
And that was what it all came down to. Who she should be with, and who she wants to be with. Both have down sides, and their ups. A choice like this was not easy. In allot of ways Scott wasn't her type. He was the domestic kind of person. He probably expected her to to marry him, then quit her job and stay home all day running around the kitchen pregnant with at least one snotty nose following her around like a lost dog. And that was a definite no in her book.
That thought made her frown. Their was so much things to contemplate and not enough time to do it.
She sighed and sat back in her chair letting her eyes roam over the loft. Their wasn't much in their. A few desks with their computers on top, a lamp or two and a couch with a tv across from it. She looked over at her partners. Carter was off, probably talking with Captain Maynard about the case they recently took. An illegal prostitution ring run by one of the big drug drealers. So they cracked a two for one.
Ty was sitting at his desk intent on finishing the last of the paperwork for the case. Probably in a hurry to get home to Mellisa. They had been on this one for a few weeks, and she was sure that he missed his wife something fierce. Another bad thing about being with a UC was that you were never sure where they were or what they were doing. That would definetly make the nights a little longer.
And lastly their was the object of her very confused affection. Dean. He was sitting in his chair with his feet propped up on the table doing something on his phone. She knew that he was more of a field agent, and hated the paper work. She wouldn't expect anything less from him. That was liked about him. He made it known when he didn't like something, he didn't try to avoid or dance around anything. He was truthfull and straight to the point.
Scott had a tendency to dance around a bit, and that was why he thought. They had many mis-understandings because he couldn't say what he wanted. She hated the fact that he treated her like she was fragile. Dean didn't, because he knew she was strong and that she could take it like a big girl.
As if sensing her eyes on her he looked up from whatever he was doing in his blackberry, and let his eyes scan the room till the fell on Jaimie.
She quickly looked down cause she knew that she had been caught blatantly staring at him. He studied the light blush on her cheeks with a smirk.
He had known her for almost a year and knew she wasn't shy, but she had her moments, and he had to admit he thought it was cute. And Dean was a
guy and guys dont think anything is cute. But Jaimie was an exception.
They were both brought out of their musings by Ty's voice. "Alright guys, Im gonna head home to the wife. See you tomorrow." He said. And Jaimie replied with. "Okay. Goodnight." Dean answered him with a nod.
Jaimie tried to focus her mind on the remaining paper work, which their wasn't much left to do. After she finished this she would probably go home.
And Scott would probably be their, and she was dreading that at the moment because that meant he would keep trying to poke and prod in her
life.
After a taking a few more minutes of finishing the paper work, and she put the file away, got up , put her jacket on getting ready to leave.
"You want to get something to eat?" Dean asked. The question was sudden, and it took her by suprise. Not only because of the sudden interruption of silence in the loft, but because he seemed more like a loner. Like Carter. But she wouldn't pass up a chance to spend time with him and as much as that made her sound like a school girl, it also delayed her having to be furthermore interogated.
"Sure. Where to?" She said getting a smile from him. He was happy that she agreed. Usually she has to get home to Scott. Which means their is probably trouble in paradise. A paradise the he wanted to be part of. With Scott out of the equationof course.
"Deli across the street sound good?" He asked. "Sounds great." He and Jaimie made their way out of the loft, for a dinner. One that was sure to be an interesting way to end the day.