A week Later…
After their week in Abu Dhabi, they finally got back home to Chicago where AJ had officially been asked to move into Punks home. Her house was still in for closure and destroyed, it wasn't like she had anywhere to go, so she agreed and took what little belongings she had into his home that she knew very well anyway.
It was tough realising that they were giving up their number one priority in life, but it made Punk think and… AJ was his number one priority now, not his job. It was time to move on and be a good boyfriend. The boys were having a hard time dealing with things too, but Punk convinced them that it was the best thing. Once they found girlfriends of their own they would be enjoying the same happiness he had.
"What are you doing?" AJ asked, walking into what she now said as 'their' bedroom. She sat a glass of water she had went downstairs to collect on the nightstand, looking over at Punk kneeling down on the ground, looking through a large box.
"I'm getting rid of these." Punk told her, throwing the majority of his guns in the middle of the bedroom, having no use for them.
AJ walked around the bed and kneeled down across from him, picking up a few of the guns and touching them softly like they were so precious, which to her they were, it was all she knew.
"Don't you want to keep them?" AJ asked.
"I have no use for them." He shrugged, "I figured I would hand them down to the station. They're all good as new." He said, sorting through them quickly so they could get to bed and he could just hold AJ and remember she was his.
"It's late." She looked at the clock, "You have plenty time to do it tomorrow." She said, watching him stop what he was doing, nodding and moving everything to the side.
"I just want it over and done with quickly. You know… I don't want it to drag on." He told her.
"Hey, this should be something we're looking forward to doing. We can finally have a normal life. Time for each to do normal things. This is a new chapter in our life, one where it's just me and you." She shuffled forward to him.
"I know… and I'm so excited to move on, but it's tough. This is all we've ever known. What if we're not good at anything else?" He asked her.
"We don't have to be. We don't have to work. All we have to do is be there for one another, and you're doing a pretty good job of that so far." She smiled, "It can only get better from here." She smiled.
"Why are you so interested in the idea of us quitting the job?" Punk asked curiously.
"I have you now." She smiled, "The job used to be the only thing I had. I can look forward to a life with you." She said as he smiled sweetly.
Punk stood up, helping her up to her feet to, standing close across from her as he looked down upon her.
"What if we get bored?" Punk said with a smile, hearing her chuckle, watching her lean her head against his chest.
"I'm sure we'll find something to do." She looked up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling.
"Yeah? Like what?" Punk said with a sly grin, moving from side to side in anticipation, watching as AJ leaned up, pressing her sweet lips against his.
Whenever she kissed him, whenever her body was pressed against his and his arms were around her, it was like he could fly. He felt free with her, like nothing else mattered.
He picked her up, her legs circling around his waist as he turned and lay her down in the centre of the bed, her legs still circled around him, holding him close against her as she battled her tongue against his own, feeling completely safe. Being with him was her one true desire and she finally had what she wanted. Being in his arms felt like heaven and better.
"Promise you won't leave me." AJ looked up at him, cupping his cheeks as he leaned over her.
"Only if you promise not to leave me." He smiled as she nodded, looking up into those mysterious green eyes that she loved, watching him lean back down, this time burying his face into her neck, his hot breath making her shiver as he warmed her back up with his warm and soft kisses. He'd learned over the past week that her neck was her weak spot, as soon as he went to it she got goosebumps, her legs and arms became weak and her moans were eccentric.
Although he was upset about leaving the only job he ever knew, he had new job to fulfill now. Being a loyal boyfriend to the girl he worshipped and loved.
The next day…
Punk had called the rest of the guys to see if they wanted to join him in taking his guns and other weapons down to the Chicago police department. They agreed, having no use for their guns anymore, keeping only a small handgun to put under their bed at night, taking the rest to the department in which they knew a few guys.
"I can't believe you guys are retiring." The boss down at the department said, a friend of the guys, Jimmy.
"Me neither." Seth said, "But we had a good run." Seth smiled.
"You didn't half." Jimmy laughed, "You guys are always the talk of the city, you're like five individual superman characters. Speaking of five… where's Mendez?" Jimmy asked.
"She's at home." Punk said, "We just came to drop this stuff off. It's brand new, no need in it going to waist." Punk said, dumping the box up on the desk as Dean, Roman and Seth done the same.
"Thanks luck with the future." Jimmy smiled as Punk and the boys got on their way, heading out into the car park where their cars were parked.
"I'm telling you, we're going to get bored in a few months." Seth said, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked around at them all.
"I don't know about you guys but… I need a drink." Dean said, as if in pain.
"Nah, I better go home and see AJ." Punk said, wanting to get back to AJ and spend the night with her, not that his friends were beginning to mean less to him now that AJ was his girlfriend, but he wanted to enjoy a quiet night on the sofa with her watching cringey movies.
"Yeah, I'm probably going to get home and sleep. I'm exhausted." Seth said.
"I haven't even unpacked." Roman chuckled as Dean looked disgusted with them all.
"Well aren't you all just a jolly bunch of fuckers." Dean said, "I'm the invalid here." He said, pointing to his still casted leg, "Seth, you can drop me off at the bar on the way home." He growled, crutching away and cursing under his breath at his friends.
Punk just chuckled watching Dean crutch away aggressively, stabbing the ground with his crutches.
"Just give him some time." Punk laughed as Seth and Roman did, "I'll see you guys later." He said, smiling as he walked to his car.
Later that night…
Seth did indeed drop Dean off at the bar and he was currently sitting on a high stool, passing a empty glass between his two hands, sitting right at the bar for quick service. He was sad that they had gave up their heroic job, it made him think about how he really did need to find a girl and fit into the mold that everyone else seemed to fit around here. He wasn't ever boyfriend material. None of them really were, they were more of a one night fling every few weeks.
He was tired and his tiredness was preventing him from getting drunk. The mellow music played in the bar was almost putting him to sleep. He was extremely happy for Punk and AJ, it was great to see them finally be together like they always wanted, like he always knew, but he missed Punk in a way.
He continued to sit with his empty beer glass, his attention turning to the man and woman beside him. The woman's back was turned to him and all he seen was her short blonde hair, he could see the man almost drooling over her, begging for him to buy her a drink as she continued to tell him she wasn't interested. Some men just couldn't take the hint.
He tried to ignore it. It wasn't his business, but then he heard the man start to lower his voice in aggression towards the young woman, using foul language to her and trying to feel her up.
"Is there a problem here?" Dean turned to them in his gruff voice, watching the woman turn around to look at him, so much relief in her face at this man noticing how uncomfortable she was.
Dean stared at the girl with his piercing blue eyes, never seeing a girl so perfect in all his life. She was short, but not too short. Just a tad taller than AJ. Her hair was short and blonde and sit just on her shoulders. And her smile… gosh, her smile could have lit up the whole of his dark mind.
"It's none of your business." The man trying to harass the young girl said.
Dean just chuckled to himself, putting his finger in the empty pint glass and swirling it around in circles on the bar table, looking down at it as he spoke, very calm and quietly, "You harass a young girl in front of me, you make it my business." He abruptly stopped the glass and turned to him, stepping down from the bar stool and looking across at the man who he could have taken on any time of day, even with a broken leg, "Now get out of here." Dean said, watching the man back away, grabbing his jacket and stumbling out of the bar doors.
He turned back to the girl who was smiling, staring up at him as she held her jacket in her arm, an empty glass in her hand. She was so quickly attracted to him, he was a bit ruff and ragged, and she assumed that's what she liked about him, he smelt so fresh and good, his hair was cute and fluffy and his voice. It instantly got to her.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Dean asked the girl with a smile, sitting back up on his stool as she took a seat on the one beside him.
"Yeah. I'll have a gin and tonic." The woman smiled as he ordered them both a drink.
They talked for hours. The young girl was amazed by him, his speech and his gruff voice, the way he spoke and his stories he told with such melancholy. She was totally lost in him, he made her laugh until her ribs were sore and smile until her jaw felt broken.
Dean had never lasted this long with a girl before without her lifting her skirt. Oddly, he didn't want to take her home and be done with her in the morning. She was different, it felt different talking to her than talking to any other girl he had done. Her smile lit him up, made his stomach do summersaults, the good kind. He could have spoken to her for hours, she was so bubbly and sweet, full of perfection.
"It was really nice speaking to you, Renee." Dean smiled as he waited outside for the young lady's cab to come. Renee her name was. And such a pretty name it was to fit her. They'd only drank that one drink they first ordered. The rest of the night was filled with talking to each other. They had so much in common yet they were so different.
"You too." Renee smiled up at him, tucking her hair behind her ear as her cab pulled up.
Dean watched as she fiddled around in her purse nervously, taken a pen a scrapped piece of paper from a notepad she must have had in her purse, writing down figured numbers and passing him the note with a nervous smile.
"I guess I'll call you then." Dean smiled, watching as she got into the back of the cab, watching the cab drive away, already missing her for some unknown reason. He barely knew her, but he knew he wanted to know her. She was everything he wanted and more. She was perfect.
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