I've had kind of a massive writer's block with this series, so I started watching season two again… and this is what came out. Hope you guys like it (and if you do or don't, please review .
"So…" Eddie turned back to her TO, smiling in a way that could only be called seductive. "How was your undercover assignment? How did you get to get there?"
Jamie shook his head. "You don't wanna do this, trust me."
"Yes, I do!" She stared at him. "I just thought you had to be a detective. Or at least… longer there than just a year."
"Well…" Jamie took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide a grin. He was happy that at the end of her rookie time, Eddie still was curious and almost euphoric about being a cop. She had lost her naivety, and many of her illusions, as they all had, and lately Jamie had spent enough evenings with her to know the job was wearing her down, but she still loved it. She would be a great cop.
"I'd been into more stuff than the average rookie is in his first year, with all…" he bit his lips. The Blue Templar affair was over for three years now, case closed, also for the FBI, obviously, but still… "I can't really talk about it but I had some… experience… when they asked."
"Experience?" Eddie raised her brows mockingly. "So you were a genius even as a rookie?"
"Wha- what do you…"
"You should hear yourself boasting" she laughed. "I'd been into more stuff than the average rookie… seriously, that's…"
A sharp, desperate cry cut her off and made her spill coffee on her blouse. Eddie didn't even seem to notice it. "Oh my…"
"Let's go!" Weapon drawn, Jamie ran down the alley, following the voice. It still was crying, meaning it was not dead yet, but either he was wounded or he just had seen something very terrible.
"Police, we're coming!"
Hearing Eddie's breathing close behind him, Jamie turned around a corner –
And stopped dead. Eddie bumped into him, shoving him forwards, and Jamie's gun almost dropped down into the pool of blood around Noble Sanfino's head.
Talking about undercover assignments…
He felt strangely numb as he knelt down beside the corpse, the sudden rush of grief held back by an equally quick surge of relief. It was over now, for both of them, for better or worse… not that he really had been afraid of Noble – he was mafia, yes, but not the killing kind of guy. Hell, he would even have given Jamie his blessing to go out with his sister.
Though – not Jamie. Jimmy Riordan, the guy who had saved his life.
Not for a very long time.