First ever Chicago Code story. Please be nice, I love this pair and an trying my best!
Teresa Colvin was anything but transparent, unless of course it had anything to do with Jarek Wysocki. His ability to see the wheels in her stubborn head turning as she fought for ways to clean up the city of Chicago unnerving and yet comforting in the same breath. Knowing he was there doing his job was enough, but his oddly timed injections of concern really had her off balance as of late. Sitting in a car with Wysocki is usually comfortable, but tonight it felt as if the hair on the back of her neck was determined to stand up and keep her on edge. As the lights of the city flew by, she didn't realize just how out of it she'd been, until Wysocki reached across the back seat and put his hand over the drumming fingers on her thigh.
"Something you're not sayin?" he asks, concern etched in the lines of his face as he looked at her.
These were the times that she felt it was more than just a job proposition. The heat from his stare wasn't sexual or disturbing, but it was in a way, violating. It kept her from really feeling as if she could hide something, and he'd learned early on that the right push would have her bouncing ideas off him in a second. It was that gift that he sometimes used as his saving grace and she's thought was her Achilles heel.
"Nothing, just going over plans and things I have to do" she said vaguely, making a point of looking out the window as his hand continued to rest over hers.
"Well quit it, you're off the clock"
"We're never really off the clock, are we" she challenged him.
He raised an eyebrow at her suggestion that they we're all really just the job first, but did nothing to disagree as he quickly squeezed her hand and went back to his own thoughts hidden in the night sky.
As they slowed to a stop in front of her house, he made a quick reach for her as she righted herself. She looked at him questioningly, waiting for him to say something, when Officer Bidwell interrupted.
"Superintendent, have a good night, I'll be right out here" he said as he opened the door and waited for her exit. She looked back at Wysocki seeing a flash of annoyance before he too got out and met her at her door.
"Jarek, you do know a security detail only goes so far right?" ribbing him for his jab at her early that week.
"I do, but I wanted to talk to you so I figured I'd just keep following you until you asked" he responded cheekily, knowing he got her when he saw that smile slowing bloom from one side of her face to the other.
"This can't wait until morning"
"It could, but you could have some really nosy neighbors"
She laughed, her laughter mixing with his as Officer Bidwell stood on the sidewalk confused.
"I'd hate to interrupt ma'am but does Detective Wysocki need…"
Before Wysocki could round on him and offer an offending retort to some extent of either being invalid or incapable of getting home on his own, Teresa quickly injected her voice.
"No, he'll be leaving soon, but we do have some things to discuss. I'll see you tomorrow and have a good night"
Understanding a dismissal when he heard one, Officer Bidwell got back into the car and pulled away, noticing that neither Wysocki nor the Superintendent moved from the porch as the continued to speak.
"Hey, I could have answered him myself"
"Yes you could have, but you also would have either offended him or told him it was none of his business. You don't know how to be nice, so I have to do it"
"I can be nice"
"But you choose not to"
"No, I'm honest, big difference. Plus, you know how much I enjoy the look on people's face when I point out the obvious"
"I do, now what is it you just had to talk to me about that's keeping me from my bed?"
"Nothing's keeping you from your bed Teresa, I'll gladly join you if it makes things…quicker" he winked and smirked, knowing she would do just like she'd always done when he flirted with her; laugh and walk away, knowing that he'd follow her into a dangerous situation, whether there were flying bullets or flying clothes.
He shook his head at the thought and absentmindedly watched her hips sway as they entered her house, knowing that his clumsy attempt at seduction had fallen on deaf ears when sleep was within her grasp.
There was always tomorrow though, he thought as he went to her fridge, knowing that she'd always leave him half of her takeout just like the year they started out.