AN-2 small ones to be getting on with. My muse has decided to pay me a visit so I am writing again which is good. Enjoy these with the promise of more soon.
"Put it down and step away slowly, that way no one gets hurt."
"I want it back, it's mine." The voice screeched, reaching out to retrieve the object just out of reach.
"Soon, when I am finished you can have it back." A calm voice replied to the high pitched screech.
"Daddy, tell him to give it back." The small voice now whined out.
"Christopher!" A woman ground out as she entered the room.
"Christopher, put it down and step away slowly, that way no one gets hurt." A man insisted as he came into view of the two people stood shooting dagger looks at each other.
Suddenly there was a blur of movement and two bodies impact with each other, one small and one large. The loud groan that came from the bigger man indicated that he had been hit hard.
"Fine here take it, I want to live long enough to have kids of my own." Passing the control to the boy currently pinning him to the floor.
The boy took the control and climbed off the man who had one of his hands in a very delicate region of his anatomy. The man and woman who were standing watching saw the way their friend was lying and both ended up laughing.
"I did warn you Christopher, when DJ wants something he goes all out to get, more so when it's his." Dwayne Pride said as he offered out his hand to Christopher to help him up.
"I forgot kids have no sense of spatial awareness, has a tackle like his mother as well." Giving the woman next to Dwayne a thin smile as he stood up straight.
"Yes he does, and you asked for it. He's six and you took the game off him, he would fight you till the death for that thing." Dwayne laughed as he watched his son sat crossed legged on the floor happily playing his game again.
"You're just jealous that I can beat you," Dj said as he put the control down and ran up to his father, sticking his tongue out at Chris as he passed.
Dwayne bent and picked his son up, ruffling his mop of dark wavy hair.
"He's got you there Chris, he can beat you hands down on that thing." Meredith Brody said as she looked between her boys and Chris.
Dwayne slid his arm around Meredith's waist as she stood a little closer to him, pulling her close as he put his son back down. DJ ran over and picked his control up, focusing his attention back on his game.
"Let's make some lunch and coffee, Laurel should be back soon with Emily. Just to think Chris, you can have your ears talked off by my daughter on where she's been today." Meredith laughed as she rested her head on Dwayne's shoulder and let him guide her through to the kitchen.
"That's my cue to leave, love the little madam and all but her aim is even worse than DJ's. I could hardly walk for three days last time she came running up to me and I picked her up. Tell Laurel I said hey, catch you all tomorrow when you come for lunch. Savannah says don't be late, she has been driving me mad about this lunch for days." As he stood at the kitchen door and looked at his friends.
"See you tomorrow Christopher, promise we won't be late," Dwayne said as he watched Chris turn and leave.
Dwayne looked at the woman still stood tucked against his side, kissing her head as she cuddled into him a little more. Just then they heard the front door open and close, a yell of "Mommy, Daddy," echoing through the house signally their daughter was home. They smiled at each other as Dwayne stepped away to greet his other two girls. Turning as he reached the door, he gave Merri one last smile just as his youngest daughter impacted with his legs and her head impacted with his groin, causing him to bend over and groan. Christopher was right, his kids definitely had no spatial awareness, especially when it came to men.
There are at least seventeen ways that could have gone better. Literally. I'm counting them right now, you moron.
Watching as the other NOPD cars pulled up, Chris Lasalle gritted his teeth. He hated calling for backup, but he had no choice. As he and his partner had approached the house all hell had broke loose. He could see Brody move out the corner of his eye, but he couldn't get her to look at him. He didn't want to move too far in case more shots were fired, his only option was to become a moving target. Checking behind him he made a quick decision on which way to move and did a sort of roll, run and jump at the same time. He landed on his feet behind a set a dumpsters. He saw Brody watching him now and gave her a firm but confident nod of his head. She nodded hers in return, a silent confirmation that she understood.
The next thing she heard and saw was the sirens and lights of the backup cars screeching to a halt. Any moment now she would be out of there, King was not going to be happy. She couldn't see what was going on behind her other than car doors opening and shutting. The silence stretched on for what felt like hours, the pain in her leg and shoulder becoming worse with each passing minute. Looking to her left she caught site of Chris talking to a group of the officers sent as firepower.
She waited for him to finish giving orders, knew he was sorting out a way to get her out of there. Turning his head he gave a quick glance before holding his hand up and doing a countdown on his fingers. As soon as he reached zero shouting was heard from some officers and bodies stormed past where Brody lay on the path. She couldn't move much for the pain, but she did turn her head just as a body dropped to the floor a few feet away. Someone else had been a shot and wounded. All she could do was wait now, listening for the shout of all clear.
It seemed to take forever before the silence was broken by running footsteps and she saw faces and then people come into her field vision. She lay still and let them check her over before lifting her up and strapping her on a gurney. She was just being lifted into the ambulance when she saw and heard Chris talking to a local officer. She heard what the office had said to Chris and she had to lift a hand just to stop herself being lifted into the ambulance, she wanted to hear his reply.
"Well, that could have gone a little better, least no one died." The office said to Chris Lasalle as he watched the gurney pass him.
"There are at least seventeen ways that could have gone better. Literally. I am counting them right now you moron. I gotta go, my partner needs me." Chris Lasalle ground out as he walked away from the NOPD officer.
Brody couldn't help but laugh, Chris was right of course and it could have gone better. It was all part of the job and she wouldn't change any of it.