Pro Cop, Rookie Date: Chapter Seven

Well it seemed to him that Melissa had all the connection's to all the fancy restaurants, but he wanted to surprise her and make her think he had connections as well. Well in reality he did, he ruled the streets, he had his snitches, but unless Melissa wanted to be a member of the mob then he was sadly cut short of surprises for her. No instead he had asked the police chief to make a deal with the restaurant owner and get him a table here. Sure he was going to lose this month's entire pay, but money didn't matter to him.

Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy the woman who makes you happy. Sitting at the table for two he waited close to the warm light from the chandeliers. The music was very...well it was classical, but it gave the room good ambience. Glancing over at a few tables away from his he saw a man propose to his girlfriend and sighed. All his relationships never made it to the alter, he was mostly just trying to make it to the bed, but this one would be different. It was obvious Melissa was a woman of class, she was an opera singer, they had a code and he kind of wanted to find out about this code so he could use it to catch her as his own.

Putting a hand over his face he spoke quietly, "I am such a man...I should be walking about with a club trying to knock girls on the head so I can drag them back to my cave." Looking up he had heard Melissa's voice asking where the table was. He sat back eyes all wide and mouth dropped tot he floor as she walked over in a dazzling red dress. He was afraid to say anything for fear something very rude would slip out and he would end up with a smack in the face. Standing up he quickly stepped in front of a waiter and pulled Melissa's seat out for her letting her sit down before returning t his own seat.

He didn't want the waiter to get the credit of pulling out her chair; shivery was alive...well right now anyways. He straitened out his tux trying to look more like a gentleman then ever before. His gun digging into his hip, god forbid Zander ever leave Betsy behind. Besides it made him feel very James Bond. "So Melissa...you look, wow...I mean just stunning. That dress looks very nice on you." His male brain was thinking up about a hundred other things he would like to say to her, but saying them would be his death.

Melissa had her perfect posture and pretty little glow and 'look at me I am as close to a real princess as it gets' look. It made him want to crush his wine glass and throw it into someone's drink. Any man who looked at her got a quick glare from the cop who refused to have his head turning girlfriend oggled at by other men. He was selfish like that. "So did you know Aya is now a member of MIST. I mean that is a big deal right. So what's on your agenda love?"

Nearly blushing she replied to his compliment, "Oh well thank you, you did say you loved the color red...so...anyways I can't believe you got us into this restaurant. You know I can't even pull that off." She smiled at him folding her hands and putting them in her lap. She knew that when she tried to hide her affection for him that it bothered him, but she was not to comfortable showing off her emotion in public. She even refused to kiss him in public even after going out for two months now. "Oh that is good news Zander, I am very happy for Aya, she deserves it. As for me...I have a concert booked. I already got you a ticket, front row; I know you would come even if I didn't want you to."

Zander shrugged, "Well really who wouldn't want to see you sing. You have a beautiful voice."

"Funny thing is I never thought you liked classical music all that much."

Zander shrugged, "I don't mind it, I prefer Broadway...just don't tell the guys at the precinct about that. They are still a little iffy about the scarf thing. They finally realized I was not gay when you came down last week and we had that argument about the bathroom and what not. They realized I had to be straight because what straight man didn't try to defend his last male claimed territory from the invasion of poperie."

Melissa laughed a little at his recap and point of view. He always has something outlandish to say about his life. That was probably why she loved him so much. Tilting her head to the side a little she said, "Well you still have your bedroom, I have not intruded on that small part of your sanctuary."

Zander thought to himself, 'Sure the only room I actually wanted you to intrude on. If you weren't so nice I would think you the devil woman. Tease, test, make me jump through hopes. When will you let me win for once?' As the waiter came over to the table they placed their orders and Zander gave him a tip asking him to do something to surprise Melissa. Why not, he would do anything for her, if she wanted a house he would buy her three, if she wanted a part in a musical he would find the director and 'makes deals' until he gave her that part. Returning to their conversation he started, "Well, we have been going out for a while now, I mean sure my apartment is three room...but if you wanted we could share mine. I mean not in a trying to get into your pants kind of way...wait...that didn't sound right."

He bit his tongue wanting so badly to slap himself at this point. Even after dating for so long...well in his book anyways, he still felt like he had to tip toe around everything with her. She was nice to him however and smiled, "Well that's an idea, what would we do with the two extra rooms then?"

Oh he knew she was going to back him up into this corner again. The getting married starting a family talk all men feared. His back was now against the preverbal wall, he was in his imaginary corner sucking his thumb and thinking back on those better days. "Um…weight room?"

"Oh...well...I suppose, whatever you want." She seemed a little let down by his answer. Go figure she should have know he was not the sort of guy who...truly cared about anything else other then his own needs.

Jumping in he continued, "Oh but you know...just for the time. I am sure somewhere down the line, if things work out it might be oh lets say little Tarry's room."

"Who's Tarry?"

"My son...well, our son...right...I mean my other is why the hell in California and his mom has a restraining order on me. But hey I deserved it, at least he is alright."

She tapped a finger against the table and replied, "Oh...well I don't really like the name Terry, and who says I want a son? I did that already, his goal was to take over the world and destroy humanity. I don't think he would make it into a nice collage."

Zander usually tried to pretend she was joking, but she seemed serious, well about the never having a son thing anyways, "Well funny thing is I would not want to have a girl...I mean...we could have problems there in that department with all the....um...considering..."

Melissa interrupted, "Considering the Eve situation, Zander, our daughter would NOT become the new Eve. Those mitochondria aren't even in my body. They would have to come out of thin air to affect any of my children." He knew that, he just didn't want to take any chances of having that horrible incident happen all over again only see his own daughter become the monster this time. Then again he was afraid sometimes that Melissa would become Eve again, and then he was left...alone.

"Well lets drop it before we argue, shit happens lets go with that."

"Shit happens." She raised an eyebrow a little unimpressed, "So you are going to chance your child's entire life on shit happening."

"No...no…listen topic closed, when we are married and thinking about having kids we can reopen this topic. Stop trying to bend me to your will hun it will not work...okay it will but...whatever."

Saved by the sirens, red and blue lights flashed in the window as Dalais ran into the restaurant and moved swiftly to the table. "Zander, get your shit we need you. Caponi's going down, we found the bastrad."

Zander jumped up grabbing his coat and made a move to run off but paused standing next to Melissa. Bending over he kissed her on the cheek and said, "I love you." As he finally took of to the door and jumped into the car she watched the people around her glance at her with confusion.

Putting a hand lightly on the table she whispered to herself, "Love you too Zander, I just wish you would listen to me when I said it."