Whirlwind

Chapter Three

"I am more than ready this time, Captain," said Seth, his voice revealing his determination. "I just hope to avoid all the drama that goes with running a precinct." He hugged his wife closer, and readjusted the phone in his other hand to better hear Beckett's comments.

I know what that's like, Seth. I discovered that running the 12th Precinct is mostly paperwork and politics, replied Kate. Just watch your back during your investigation. I would hate to see another big scandal that the media could exploit.

"Not this time. I have no intention of losing my family again—and I told that to the local regional director."

Good for you. Just keep me informed of your movements no matter what, okay?

"I will. Talk to you soon." Hanging up the phone, Seth turned to see Susan with a huge grin on her face; she was happy to see her husband so relaxed.

"Now what can I do for you…besides the obvious?" Seth moved his eyes away from her, checking to see if their daughter, Angela, was still asleep in her bedroom.

"Actually, I could use a drink. A scotch would be fine." She gave her husband a small peck on the cheek.

He nodded, as he slowly got up from the couch and headed for the portable bar. Though, trying to feign nonchalance for Susan's sake, there was much weighing on his mind about his latest assignment.

Taking out the bottle of Glenlivet, along with two old-fashioned glasses, he walked back over to Susan, and set the threesome on the glass-topped coffee table in front of them, as he sat down.

Opening the bottle, he poured two-finger's worth of scotch into each glass, handing her one while he took the other.

He decided to play it cool with her for now, since she was still recovering from the past few months, and the fatal shooting of her mother.

"Thanks, Seth, for everything." She quickly downed the scotch, feeling the liquor burn her throat and stomach, as its warmth radiated into her limbs.

"You're welcome, darling. And thanks for sticking around all this time. Without your support, I wouldn't know what would have happened to me or my self-respect."

He picked up the bottle once again, asking with a nod whether she wanted another.

"Sure." He filled the glasses again. This would be it for this evening; he needed a clear head tomorrow to begin his undercover assignment.