SWAT
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6 months later...
Brian slipped out of bed before Whitney had the chance to wake up. He looked at her face turned to the side with her hair fanned out behind her.
She was goddess, his goddess to have and keep.
A smile crossed his face then grabbed his running gear.
Whitney awoke to a cold and empty bed, seeing Brian's workout clothes were gone made her grin though. It was a sign that he was still fighting.
The next day was different though, Brian told Whit he has doing to a bar with a couple friends, wouldn't be back till late. She knew something bad would happen but nodded anyway, smiling as she turned back to her painting.
Brian came home practically steaming, as he slammed the door and purposely walked to Whitney.
Catching the back of her neck and sliding his lips over hers, he effectively stopped all thoughts and words coming from her. Not one to waste time, Brian hoisted Whitney up before pinning her to the wall behind them. Once Brian had abandoned her swollen lips for her neck Whitney tried to speak once more.
"What happened Brian?" she panted out of breath.
But he shook his head and continued his assault downward. "Look at me Brian, please?" He groaned but conceded. "Tell me," she ordered tracing his strong jaw.
One deep sigh later he answered, "I saw Jim at that stupid bar."
"What'd you do?"
"Why do you assume I was the one to something?" Brian questioned.
Whitney rolled her eyes, "Because it's usually you and you know it, but I love that about you. You aren't afraid to say what you think."
Another lingering kiss between the couple.
"I said some harsh things, he's back on SWAT. Just like he always wanted, and I'm still stuck in limbo," Brian relented finally.
"Come on, I'll make you some hot chocolate while you take a shower. It will all feel better later, promise."
Once refreshed and warm the couple sat on the only couch watching the news.
Not three minutes in Whitney's head had come to rest on Brian's lap, and before he knew it he'd slipped out of consciousness too.
When he woke up alone on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him, it was late the next day. A glass of water and two pills sat on the table for his immense hangover.
The news was on again but faint, and the coffee maker could be heard in the next room.
On the screen was some criminal catch. Grabbing the remote Brian turned it up a couple notches.
Apparently SWAT made a big bust, and Brian was about to change the channel when he saw footage of Jim hauling the international criminal.
"Whitney?" he called to the kitchen.
Whitney in question poked her head in, "What's up?"
"Look at this," Brian told her raising the volume more.
"Alex is wanted in over a dozen countries for multiple offenses and has made an offer of $100 million dollars to whoever can break him out," the newswoman reported stiffly. Brian and Whitney looked at each other.
"I know that look Brian, what are you thinking?" Whitney demanded cautiously.
Brian cupped her face with his hands and kissed her deeply. Pulling away his grin was wider than the Pacific.
"I know how I can get us that new life Whit," he told her happily.
"How exactly?"
"$100 million dollars and we can go anywhere! Be anyone!" Brian knew he still needed a plan but he knew how SWAT thought and worked; he was going to free the international criminal and live a new life with Whit.
It was perfect.
What'd you think?
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