A/N: Have just discovered this show and fallen in love with Jamie and Eddie! Hope you like where I am going with this little story!
Eddie Janko strolled through the 12th Precinct's large front doors quickly, shaking her hair free from the flurries of snow that had landed upon her. She smiled at her fellow officers as she headed for the lounge, desperate for a cup of hot coffee to warm her body. Just as she lifted her freshly poured cup to her lips, the familiar voice of her partner, Jamie Reagan, sounded behind her.
"Eddie,"
With a soft groan, Eddie spun around and held her hand up. "Just give me 1 second, Reagan. I just need one swig. I know I'm late but it's really starting to come down out there and it's a sure sign our tour is gonna suck."
Jamie nodded, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "It's really starting to come down out there but that doesn't stop Eddie Janko from wearing her Ray Ban sunglasses, huh,"
Eddie laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder, the sunglasses in question being lifted off her face. "I needed something to partially shield me from the extent of your handsomeness, Reagan,"
Jamie smiled and laughed softly but it was clear to see it wasn't his usual reserved smile and laugh for Eddie. She caught it immediately and frowned. "What's up, Jamie?"
Jamie's smile faded and he motioned Eddie over to an empty interrogation room. Despite the butterflies now jumping somersaults in her stomach, Eddie tried once more to lighten the mood.
"Finally gonna propose to me, Jamie?"
Jamie looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. Eddie smiled and slowly lowered herself to one of the empty chairs. "OK, Reagan, spill. What's got you so serious?"
Jamie sighed and collapsed onto the chair across the table from Eddie. "Sarge got some news this morning and thought it would be best if gave them to you because of our relationship," He cleared his throat and mentally cursed himself for using that word. "I mean, because you're my partner and we're friends…"
"I got it, Jamie," replied Eddie with a dismissive wave of her hand. "What news are you talking about?"
Jamie looked down at the table, his fingers drumming on the surface nervously. "Jake Singer is being released from Fishkill today,"
Eddie's eyes widened, her stomach plummeting with the news. Jake Singer? The man who so violently attacked her?
"What? No! He was sentenced to 10 years! It's barely been 1!"
"I know, Eddie. Some technicality is letting him walk, though. Overcrowding combined with good behavior and early parole or something. I'm sorry," replied Jamie, his eyes sad.
Eddie sprang to her feet and began to pace the floor anxiously. "This can't be, Reagan! He damn near raped me! If the crime isn't bad enough to get him locked up shouldn't the fact that he did it to a cop count for something? I mean, I'm part of the brother/sisterhood! We look out for our own! A guy assaults a cop therefore he rots in jail, right? Isn't that the way it should be? Its old school, I know but it's still a good rule!"
Jamie quickly stood up and reached for Eddie, pulling her into his arms. "You're right, Eddie and if it were up to me, he would rot in jail. I can't fix this, though. Believe me, I tried! The minute Renzulli told me, I called Erin and even my dad! There's nothing I can do but promise you that this guy will never come near you again, Eddie. I will make sure of that, I swear."
"How can you be so sure of that? I sent him to jail, Jamie. He's gonna make a beeline directly for my ass the minute those gates at Fishkill open." Eddie pulled herself free from Jamie's hold but was quickly pulled back in.
"Not if he knows what's good for him," replied Jamie sternly. He held Eddie firmly in his grasp, shaking her slightly. "He's gonna disappear back into the sewer he crawled out of and hopefully never be seen again. If by some miracle of stupidity he ever came near you again, I would personally take him out this time, rules be damned."
Eddie stared into Jamie's eyes, the fear the news of Singer's release had bought her slowly dissipating as her partner's words registered in her head. He was on her side. He had called his sister, his father and was threatening his badge for her. The feeling of that definitely overwhelmed the feeling of fear.
"Jamie,"
"You're gonna be fine, Eddie. You're the bravest person I know and you don't even need me! But if you ever do, I will be with you," whispered Jamie.
Eddie quickly nodded, leaning further into Jamie's embrace until their bodies were pressed closely together. If she moved her face but for a fraction of an inch, her lips would press onto Jamie's for the second time since they'd been partners. However, before she could contemplate it further, the door to the interrogation room burst open and Sergeant Renzulli strolled in. Eddie and Jamie quickly sprung apart and ignored the smirk on Renzulli's face.
"Well, Janko, I can see by the look on your face that Reagan's told you the good news about that scum Singer. I'm sorry,"
Eddie nodded. "I know you are, Sarge. No need. Hell, it's not your fault. Scum has a way of sliding out of trouble." She smiled and shrugged.
"Well, this scum won't if he comes near you one more time. You let me know right away, understood," asked Renzulli, a finger in the air as he wagged it in front of her face. Eddie smiled her first genuine smile since Jamie delivered the news and nodded. "Got it, sir."
"I already told her the same, boss. She knows we have her back," added Jamie, letting out a sigh of relief. He could see Eddie slowly calming and return to her normal self.
"Hmmm," replied Renzulli with a knowing glance at Jamie. A quick eyeroll was his only response and he had to laugh. "All right, you two got work to do. Get a move on and be safe out there. Janko, think maybe you wanna change into uniform?"
Eddie pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side, as if in deep thought before smiling widely. "Yes, sir! On it, sir! Can't catch bad guys in stilettos, sir!"
Jamie watched Eddie hurried out of the room and held back his smile for fear of arousing any more suspicion on his relationship with Eddie. He cleared his throat and followed Eddie out of the room, praying for a good tour that day.
A/N: Review and let me know if it's worth continuing!