Title: A Question of Odds
Author: Farfallama
Fandom: Blue Bloods
Pairing: Jamie + Baker
Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Bloods. No matter how many times I wish at 11:11, I do not own Blue Bloods.
Summary: It's a question of odds that keeps throwing them together, but the spark of attraction that keeps them coming back for more.
A/N: I'm really happy about the response that I got to the last chapter. I'm glad that you guys are amused/intrigued by this pairing, so I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations!
Chapter 2: Theoretical Data
Melissa Baker didn't rely on anyone. Her mother had died when she was young, and her father worked a blue collar job that kept food on the table but kept him away from his daughter more often than not. Melissa had learned young that depending on someone else usually led you astray, although people usually had good intentions. This mindset had garnered her few friends and fewer relationships, but she didn't mind. The few friends she did have were close, and she didn't need a man in her life.
Or so she thought.
When Melissa became the right hand woman to the Police Commissioner, she saw it as an honor, but also as a challenge. She strove to prove her competency as a detective and as a woman. Luckily, her boss was a good, kind, but above all, fair man. He neither treated her badly for being a woman, nor did he give her special consideration for being a woman. Instead, he treated her as an equal, whilst still maintaining his distance as her boss.
Which brought her to her current dilemma: the Commissioner's youngest son.
Jamie Reagan inherited all of his father's finest features, while still maintaining his own personality. Not to mention his vast intellect, subtle charm, and notorious good looks. And therein lied her problem: he was too perfect. Not a ridiculous misconstruance of perfection, but rather Melissa's exact definition of her ideal man, the one she secretly dreamed of, but for practicalities' sake, never openly hoped for. Of course, Jamie, like every other human being, had flaws. But Melissa knew she was in deep when she realized she wanted to know what his flaws were. So when Mr. Rigatoni asked her to the office Christmas party, she declined, stating she was already going with Jamie, her boyfriend. The moment he turned away, Melissa felt her body sag with relief. And then she shot straight up. She would have to bring Jamie Reagan to the office party, or else suffer Mr. Rigatoni's smug looks and innuendo the entire night.
How on earth was she supposed to convince him to go with her?
Hence her dilemma. Melissa sat at her desk, keeping up the facade of working without actually getting anything done. She had no idea how to even contact Jamie; their meetings so far had been pure chance, and she couldn't just ask the Commissioner for his son's phone number. She made the executive decision to stalk- hang out around his station and hope he would appear.
Twenty minutes later, she was in front of his station. Forty two minutes later (not that she was counting), he was standing in front of her and she was a little awestruck at the sight of him in his uniform, considering she had only ever seen him in civilian clothes. He grinned at her, motioning to his Sargent that he would be inside in a moment, and she automatically smiled in return, the speech she prepared sailing out of her mind.
"Melissa, hey." He greeted.
"Jamie. Um, hi. So, I have a favor to ask." Inwardly, she cringed. Not even a how's your day? Straight to business?
Luckily, Jamie just laughed and replied, "Is Mr. Rigatoni bothering you again?"
"Actually, yes. He keeps insisting that I should go to the Office Christmas Party with him. I told him… well, I told him I was going with you."
Jamie's eyes widened in surprise, and Melissa felt the need to explain herself, "I'm sorry! I just, well, I told him no, but he kept on insisting, so I told him I was going with you before I even had the chance to really think about it. Which is odd, because I never do anything without thinking about it, and-"
Jamie cut her off with a laugh, "Mel, it's okay. I don't mind. Not like I have a date or anything." He pulled out a cell phone and continued, "Give me your number so we can set up the details."
Melissa gave it to him, and then launched herself into his arms before she could stop herself. "Thank you so much for this Jamie. I'll find a way to pay you back, I promise."
With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Jamie replied, "I have an idea. Come to a Sunday dinner with me."
A/N: So, this chapter was originally going to be a glimpse into Melissa's mind with no Jamie, but he snuck his way in here, and I just went with it. Drop me a line and let me know what you think. I know that Baker's a little OOC, but we've only ever seen her in a professional capacity. This is more Melissa than Baker, so the reactions, personalities, etc. are going to be different.