****************************author's note************************
Hey guys, welcome to my FIRST S.W.A.T. fanfic!! I LOVE the movie S.W.A.T.! I seen it 4 times in theaters, and the first time I saw it was at the Chinese theater in LA, which was SOOOO cool!!!!! I love Colin Farrell too!!!
Here's the first chapter this isn't happening after the movie, it's just my little way of things. So enjoy it guys! R/R!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love all
*******************************NATASHA**********************
Jim Street's annoying alarm clock went off at 4:30 in the morning. Jim tossed slightly in his sleep, groaning as the aggravating sound caused him to arise from his sleep. Once Jim realized that the sound wouldn't go away he rolled over and slammed his fist down hardly on it. The clock alarm turned off, thanks to Jim's fist hitting the snooze button. Jim groaned louder as he forced himself to get himself up. He knew there was a reason why he set his alarm clock and that motivated him to get up and out of bed.
Jim shook the tiredness out of him while he changed and got his dog and hit the beach, running a couple miles or so. After about 3 miles he looked at his clock, rolled his eyes and started running back to his place, his German Shepard not far behind him. Once Jim ran through his front door he took a shower and changed into a pair of blue jeans and wore a tight gray t-shirt. Jim looked at himself in the mirrors, making faces to himself as he brushed his teeth. Putting his toothbrush down he picked up his gel and with gel soaked fingers, spiked his black hair up.
He heard his dog sigh and Jim looked back at it, grinned and poured cologne into his palm, rubbed his hands together and spread it on his face and neck.
"Another day of work." Jim told his dog as he laid there on his bed, observing every move Jim made.
The dog groaned again causing Jim to smile.
"Yea tell me about it." Jim said picking up his keys and sunglasses from his dresser and his wallet and his gun, hooking it aside of his belt, just in case.
"Be a good boy." he said kissing his dog on the top of his head and then bolted out the door.
Jim drove down the highway leading into the busy city of LA. The sun shown brightly down on him, not bothering Jim thanks to his glasses. All the windows in his 2002 silver eclipse were down and one hand hanging out of his window. Once getting into town he got hit with a red light and stopped in front of it. Jim tapped his thumb to the music that was playing loudly in his car as Jim looked out his window, watching everyone.
Jim watched thugs smoke, girls walk down the street eyeing his car or him, or tourists taking pictures and visiting. Jim turned his eyes back to the red light and soon it popped up to green and his car was off. Jim drove rather fastly down the streets and then finally turning into a large building and parking. Jim got out and shut his door, locking it and pressing the button, the car making a noise telling Jim it locked. Jim nodded a hello to a person passing him and entered the double doors to the building.
"Jimmy boy, there you are, were have ya been?" Boxer asked talking to a fellow cop at the drinking fountain, a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Home. With your mother." Jim replied allowing a smile to escape his lips as he grabbed his card and punched himself in and turned and walked down the hallway, leaving Boxer to laugh at the comeback with the man he was talking to.
"Hey Hondo." Jim replied as he walked past Hondo's office, his office door open.
"Street." Hondo greeted just in time as Jim walked past his office.
Jim took a left at the end of the hall and then pushed the 3rd door on the right open, the locker room. Jim stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh, sorry Sanchez." Jim said looking away quickly.
"Don't make such a deal out of it Street, I know you've seen these before, no big, besides we have to get comfortable with changing in front of each other, especially if we get one of those 'you have to change right now because we are going in that building in 2 minutes', deal." Chris said turning around, a sports bra and camo pants on.
"That's true." Jim pointed out walking into the room and over to his locker, opening it.
"So how was you evening?" Chris asked putting a shirt on and glancing at him.
"Fine, boring. Yours?" Jim asked putting his bag in the locker.
"Usual." Chris finalized.
"Usual? Is that buying happy meals at McDonalds, going to the toy store, renting the Lion King and watching it, then hitting the bed with a bedtime story?" Jim asked grinning, sitting down.
"Something like that, why?" Chris asked shutting her locker.
"No reason." Jim said grinning, taking off his sunglasses and putting them and his wallet in his locker.
"And what are you two love birds doing down here?" T.J asked walking in finding Jim and Chris alone.
"More than you will get T.J" Jim said loudly so that he could hear what he had said.
"Bite me Street." T.J responded.
Chris laughed slightly as Jim winked at him and stood up.
"With pleasure T.J" Jim answered shutting his locker.
T.J then walked up behind him smacking his butt as he passed.
"Oh." Jim answered mockingly, as if he liked it.
"Lovely, nothing better than seeing a man smack another man's butt." Chris said sarcastically.
"SAY WHAT!?" a loud shriek came from the doors. Jim chuckled slightly recognizing Deke's voice.
"I dunno what's goin' on in here man, but once I walked through that door all I heard was some guy touching another guy's butt. Now that's gotta stop now that I am in here, I can't take it." Deke replied walking up beside Jim's locker and putting his bag on the bench.
Chris sat on a bench across from Jim and T.J was off further down the locker row, getting into his.
"Yeah, well Deke, your hangin' out with the wrong guys if you can't 'take it'" Chris mocked.
Boxer then entered the room, carrying his navy blue duffle bag at his side.
"Hey Boxer, what's goin' on baby?" Deke asked happily opening his locker.
"Nothin', nothin'" Boxer replied then looked over at Jim who wasn't looking at him.
"Talked to my sister last night." Boxer began.
{Oh great, here it comes} Jim thought as his stomach cringed.
"She says she wants to meet you at 11:30 at the Viper Room Friday. You gonna go?" Boxer asked eyeing him.
Jim then looked at him, chomping hardly on his gum.
"I dunno" Jim answered.
Chris's eyes darted from Boxer to Jim.
"Well you know Street, she TRUSTS you to be there, just like SO MANY people seem to do. But hey what am I thinking look at Gamble, he was the last person to trust ya and where is he now?" Boxer asked wanting to get Jim mad.
"He QUITE thank you, and don't. Don't EVEN bring Gamble into this. I didn't get him fired, he got himself fired, after he quite!" Jim said raising his voice, he was very touchy on this subject.
Everyone was silent and Jim could feel all eyes on him and Boxer.
"I mean tell me Jimmy, how we are suppose t trust a gun bunny? Especially when he goes and turns his partners into Fuller to save his OWN job AND butt." Boxer said smiling, knowing he was pushing Jim's buttons.
"Because this 'gun bunny' is better than you. And I would have never became a gun bunny unless I DID turn Gamble in. Besides I am the only person on this squad that knows what's going on. Besides you and T.J who have had been training to be a S.W.A.T. member for some time now, but never manage to make their team pass the S.W.A.T. test. You never had to deal with HALF of those freaks out there. And let me tell YOU something, it's a lot different out there than it is on the training field. It's faster and a whole heck of a lot scarier. People's REAL lives are at stake and so is yours, and you have only seconds to make a decision. And sometimes you'll make bad ones. Now gamble made a GOOD decision by not holding, but he shouldn't have took the shot. I was in perfect range to hit that man without hurting the hostage but he got to the trigger first. And that was a bad decision and it was made in panic. I know Brain better than anyone in this whole building and he got scared and impatient and he panicked. Don't make the same mistake." Jim lectured then slammed his locker shut and walked out of the room, full of anger.
Everyone remained silent as all eyes switched to Boxer. Some thinking 'good job you made Jim mad butt head', and others were thinking 'what a dick!'
"Look what you did jack ass." Chris finally said breaking the ice walking out of the room as well.
Jim walked across the training field stopping once he got to a cardboard man, used for a target. He leaned on it, revealing many bullet holes in it. Jim sighed and took a seat on the card table out on the sidelines of the field, and looked at the tall city buildings. Chris saw Jim standing, his back turned to her. Chris looked both ways and made her way across the field over to Jim.
"You ok Street?" Chris asked approaching him.
"Fine Sanchez, nothing you need to be worrying about." Jim answered. Chris rolled her eyes and sat down next to him on the table.
"You're my partner Street, I am sorry that Boxer was yanking on your chain." Chris replied apologizing for Boxer.
"Nah, don't worry about it, I get enough hell from Fuller, I can deal with Boxer. But thanks for your support." Jim said wanting to let her know he didn't mind her being nice to him when he was mad.
Chris looked down at the grass.
"So the Gamble thing is pretty personal to you huh?" Chris asked wanting to know more.
Jim shook his head yes then he finally looked at her.
"It hurts me every day, we were partner for 5 years and then work tore us apart. I swear to this day he thinks I gave him up in Fuller's office, which is actually insulting on my part, that Gamble doesn't trust me. A job's a job Sanchez, but I wouldn't do anything to turn my friends away." Jim replied looking at her.
Hey guys, welcome to my FIRST S.W.A.T. fanfic!! I LOVE the movie S.W.A.T.! I seen it 4 times in theaters, and the first time I saw it was at the Chinese theater in LA, which was SOOOO cool!!!!! I love Colin Farrell too!!!
Here's the first chapter this isn't happening after the movie, it's just my little way of things. So enjoy it guys! R/R!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love all
*******************************NATASHA**********************
Jim Street's annoying alarm clock went off at 4:30 in the morning. Jim tossed slightly in his sleep, groaning as the aggravating sound caused him to arise from his sleep. Once Jim realized that the sound wouldn't go away he rolled over and slammed his fist down hardly on it. The clock alarm turned off, thanks to Jim's fist hitting the snooze button. Jim groaned louder as he forced himself to get himself up. He knew there was a reason why he set his alarm clock and that motivated him to get up and out of bed.
Jim shook the tiredness out of him while he changed and got his dog and hit the beach, running a couple miles or so. After about 3 miles he looked at his clock, rolled his eyes and started running back to his place, his German Shepard not far behind him. Once Jim ran through his front door he took a shower and changed into a pair of blue jeans and wore a tight gray t-shirt. Jim looked at himself in the mirrors, making faces to himself as he brushed his teeth. Putting his toothbrush down he picked up his gel and with gel soaked fingers, spiked his black hair up.
He heard his dog sigh and Jim looked back at it, grinned and poured cologne into his palm, rubbed his hands together and spread it on his face and neck.
"Another day of work." Jim told his dog as he laid there on his bed, observing every move Jim made.
The dog groaned again causing Jim to smile.
"Yea tell me about it." Jim said picking up his keys and sunglasses from his dresser and his wallet and his gun, hooking it aside of his belt, just in case.
"Be a good boy." he said kissing his dog on the top of his head and then bolted out the door.
Jim drove down the highway leading into the busy city of LA. The sun shown brightly down on him, not bothering Jim thanks to his glasses. All the windows in his 2002 silver eclipse were down and one hand hanging out of his window. Once getting into town he got hit with a red light and stopped in front of it. Jim tapped his thumb to the music that was playing loudly in his car as Jim looked out his window, watching everyone.
Jim watched thugs smoke, girls walk down the street eyeing his car or him, or tourists taking pictures and visiting. Jim turned his eyes back to the red light and soon it popped up to green and his car was off. Jim drove rather fastly down the streets and then finally turning into a large building and parking. Jim got out and shut his door, locking it and pressing the button, the car making a noise telling Jim it locked. Jim nodded a hello to a person passing him and entered the double doors to the building.
"Jimmy boy, there you are, were have ya been?" Boxer asked talking to a fellow cop at the drinking fountain, a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Home. With your mother." Jim replied allowing a smile to escape his lips as he grabbed his card and punched himself in and turned and walked down the hallway, leaving Boxer to laugh at the comeback with the man he was talking to.
"Hey Hondo." Jim replied as he walked past Hondo's office, his office door open.
"Street." Hondo greeted just in time as Jim walked past his office.
Jim took a left at the end of the hall and then pushed the 3rd door on the right open, the locker room. Jim stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh, sorry Sanchez." Jim said looking away quickly.
"Don't make such a deal out of it Street, I know you've seen these before, no big, besides we have to get comfortable with changing in front of each other, especially if we get one of those 'you have to change right now because we are going in that building in 2 minutes', deal." Chris said turning around, a sports bra and camo pants on.
"That's true." Jim pointed out walking into the room and over to his locker, opening it.
"So how was you evening?" Chris asked putting a shirt on and glancing at him.
"Fine, boring. Yours?" Jim asked putting his bag in the locker.
"Usual." Chris finalized.
"Usual? Is that buying happy meals at McDonalds, going to the toy store, renting the Lion King and watching it, then hitting the bed with a bedtime story?" Jim asked grinning, sitting down.
"Something like that, why?" Chris asked shutting her locker.
"No reason." Jim said grinning, taking off his sunglasses and putting them and his wallet in his locker.
"And what are you two love birds doing down here?" T.J asked walking in finding Jim and Chris alone.
"More than you will get T.J" Jim said loudly so that he could hear what he had said.
"Bite me Street." T.J responded.
Chris laughed slightly as Jim winked at him and stood up.
"With pleasure T.J" Jim answered shutting his locker.
T.J then walked up behind him smacking his butt as he passed.
"Oh." Jim answered mockingly, as if he liked it.
"Lovely, nothing better than seeing a man smack another man's butt." Chris said sarcastically.
"SAY WHAT!?" a loud shriek came from the doors. Jim chuckled slightly recognizing Deke's voice.
"I dunno what's goin' on in here man, but once I walked through that door all I heard was some guy touching another guy's butt. Now that's gotta stop now that I am in here, I can't take it." Deke replied walking up beside Jim's locker and putting his bag on the bench.
Chris sat on a bench across from Jim and T.J was off further down the locker row, getting into his.
"Yeah, well Deke, your hangin' out with the wrong guys if you can't 'take it'" Chris mocked.
Boxer then entered the room, carrying his navy blue duffle bag at his side.
"Hey Boxer, what's goin' on baby?" Deke asked happily opening his locker.
"Nothin', nothin'" Boxer replied then looked over at Jim who wasn't looking at him.
"Talked to my sister last night." Boxer began.
{Oh great, here it comes} Jim thought as his stomach cringed.
"She says she wants to meet you at 11:30 at the Viper Room Friday. You gonna go?" Boxer asked eyeing him.
Jim then looked at him, chomping hardly on his gum.
"I dunno" Jim answered.
Chris's eyes darted from Boxer to Jim.
"Well you know Street, she TRUSTS you to be there, just like SO MANY people seem to do. But hey what am I thinking look at Gamble, he was the last person to trust ya and where is he now?" Boxer asked wanting to get Jim mad.
"He QUITE thank you, and don't. Don't EVEN bring Gamble into this. I didn't get him fired, he got himself fired, after he quite!" Jim said raising his voice, he was very touchy on this subject.
Everyone was silent and Jim could feel all eyes on him and Boxer.
"I mean tell me Jimmy, how we are suppose t trust a gun bunny? Especially when he goes and turns his partners into Fuller to save his OWN job AND butt." Boxer said smiling, knowing he was pushing Jim's buttons.
"Because this 'gun bunny' is better than you. And I would have never became a gun bunny unless I DID turn Gamble in. Besides I am the only person on this squad that knows what's going on. Besides you and T.J who have had been training to be a S.W.A.T. member for some time now, but never manage to make their team pass the S.W.A.T. test. You never had to deal with HALF of those freaks out there. And let me tell YOU something, it's a lot different out there than it is on the training field. It's faster and a whole heck of a lot scarier. People's REAL lives are at stake and so is yours, and you have only seconds to make a decision. And sometimes you'll make bad ones. Now gamble made a GOOD decision by not holding, but he shouldn't have took the shot. I was in perfect range to hit that man without hurting the hostage but he got to the trigger first. And that was a bad decision and it was made in panic. I know Brain better than anyone in this whole building and he got scared and impatient and he panicked. Don't make the same mistake." Jim lectured then slammed his locker shut and walked out of the room, full of anger.
Everyone remained silent as all eyes switched to Boxer. Some thinking 'good job you made Jim mad butt head', and others were thinking 'what a dick!'
"Look what you did jack ass." Chris finally said breaking the ice walking out of the room as well.
Jim walked across the training field stopping once he got to a cardboard man, used for a target. He leaned on it, revealing many bullet holes in it. Jim sighed and took a seat on the card table out on the sidelines of the field, and looked at the tall city buildings. Chris saw Jim standing, his back turned to her. Chris looked both ways and made her way across the field over to Jim.
"You ok Street?" Chris asked approaching him.
"Fine Sanchez, nothing you need to be worrying about." Jim answered. Chris rolled her eyes and sat down next to him on the table.
"You're my partner Street, I am sorry that Boxer was yanking on your chain." Chris replied apologizing for Boxer.
"Nah, don't worry about it, I get enough hell from Fuller, I can deal with Boxer. But thanks for your support." Jim said wanting to let her know he didn't mind her being nice to him when he was mad.
Chris looked down at the grass.
"So the Gamble thing is pretty personal to you huh?" Chris asked wanting to know more.
Jim shook his head yes then he finally looked at her.
"It hurts me every day, we were partner for 5 years and then work tore us apart. I swear to this day he thinks I gave him up in Fuller's office, which is actually insulting on my part, that Gamble doesn't trust me. A job's a job Sanchez, but I wouldn't do anything to turn my friends away." Jim replied looking at her.