A.N. thank you all so much for reviewing! I'm so happy you liked it, after all this is my first fanfic. Well...that I've posted anyway. Sorry it's taken so long to update, I hate it when people don't update. Oh, I'm assuming their office is in D.C. because they obviously weren't in Texas at the beginning of the movieand Grace says the citizens always been in their jurisdiction.
Chapter Four: Gracie Lou Freebush
So I've spent the past twenty-four hours basically watching others in their element. Something I have very little knowledge of. When Grace and I first met Vic, I thought, oh great this sarcastic, disdain filled man is the one who we are single handedly counting on to make Grace look real? My problem being he didn't like Grace and he had embarrassed me in front of her by hitting on me. Or at least I think he was hitting on me. Not the point, the point is I really needed to trust this man. The other agents and I got in a few jokes about the facemasks and hair foil and everything but I was still worried. I knew Grace was beautiful, I would always think she was beautiful, but I needed America to see her beauty as well.
I'm pacing around in front of the aircraft hanger waiting for Grace and Vic wondering what's taking so long. The last time it took this long for Grace to get ready for anything had been on our last op together. I try not to think about it and yet its hard not to. Grace and I have been working together for close to six years now. While we both work in the field we are rarely put in the same unit. The last time we were it was four months ago.
There was a serial killer going around clubs in the D.C. area raping and killing girls 17-24 with a certain physical description. When they were found they were always wearing black pants and a blue t-shirt. Grace and MacDonald's nephew McGuire had gone undercover to a club called Ecstasy. I had been working the surveillance room. McGuire and Grace had to act like a couple, the whole nine yards. I thought it was going to be like any other op with exception of getting to work with my best friend.
It had been about two hours and I was the only one left awake in the hotel room across the street from the club. They had shown up at 2A.M. because the killer struck between 2 and 5 A.M. There was still no show on our suspect. I had been staring at the screen intently the whole night. McGuire had been kissing Grace's neck and holding onto her waist and running his fingers as best he could through her hair and holding her close when they slow danced. It had made me fiercely jealous to the point where I wanted to run across the street and switch spots with McGuire.
And, God, had Grace looked beautiful. Her black slacks weren't super tight the way I liked but they weren't baggy either, they hugged her in all the right places as she moved. The baby blue t-shirt behaved in the same way. And for once she had left her hair down and around her face that was sans makeup. I could tell McGuire was having the same thoughts as me about the outfit because before he left he said, "I'm going to like working with you Gracie."
That was the first time Heart told me she hated the name Gracie. The op had been a bust but our neighboring team had caught the bad guy. After that, Grace started hanging out with McGuire and rumor was they had gone out a couple times but things hadn't worked out. I know for a fact it wasn't he who called it off as he still pursues her. Even after I told him I'd kill him if she complained just once more about him.
I look at my watch again and the door to the hanger open. A crowd of about 150 pink clad technicians come out and part like the red sea. And then I see her. She's gorgeous. My mind clears of all thoughts except for her. My world slows down into slow motion and it's just her and me. She's doing a slow, sexy walk and for a moment I allow myself to believe it's for me. I've NEVER seen anyone as beautiful as her.
"Heart, is that you?" I ask. Basically refusing to believe my eyes but not wanting to seem to eager.
"I am in a dress, I have gel in my hair, I haven't slept all night, I'm starved and I am armed. Don't mess with me." She replies obviously in a bad mood. She trips in the unfamiliar shoes. But I don't even get close to laughing. I'm still reeling from the vision before me.
"Oh, yeah, that's her. Mr. Vic, nice work!" I tell the man who is now my idol. I don't wait for his reply as I chase after Grace.
Chapter Four: Gracie Lou Freebush
So I've spent the past twenty-four hours basically watching others in their element. Something I have very little knowledge of. When Grace and I first met Vic, I thought, oh great this sarcastic, disdain filled man is the one who we are single handedly counting on to make Grace look real? My problem being he didn't like Grace and he had embarrassed me in front of her by hitting on me. Or at least I think he was hitting on me. Not the point, the point is I really needed to trust this man. The other agents and I got in a few jokes about the facemasks and hair foil and everything but I was still worried. I knew Grace was beautiful, I would always think she was beautiful, but I needed America to see her beauty as well.
I'm pacing around in front of the aircraft hanger waiting for Grace and Vic wondering what's taking so long. The last time it took this long for Grace to get ready for anything had been on our last op together. I try not to think about it and yet its hard not to. Grace and I have been working together for close to six years now. While we both work in the field we are rarely put in the same unit. The last time we were it was four months ago.
There was a serial killer going around clubs in the D.C. area raping and killing girls 17-24 with a certain physical description. When they were found they were always wearing black pants and a blue t-shirt. Grace and MacDonald's nephew McGuire had gone undercover to a club called Ecstasy. I had been working the surveillance room. McGuire and Grace had to act like a couple, the whole nine yards. I thought it was going to be like any other op with exception of getting to work with my best friend.
It had been about two hours and I was the only one left awake in the hotel room across the street from the club. They had shown up at 2A.M. because the killer struck between 2 and 5 A.M. There was still no show on our suspect. I had been staring at the screen intently the whole night. McGuire had been kissing Grace's neck and holding onto her waist and running his fingers as best he could through her hair and holding her close when they slow danced. It had made me fiercely jealous to the point where I wanted to run across the street and switch spots with McGuire.
And, God, had Grace looked beautiful. Her black slacks weren't super tight the way I liked but they weren't baggy either, they hugged her in all the right places as she moved. The baby blue t-shirt behaved in the same way. And for once she had left her hair down and around her face that was sans makeup. I could tell McGuire was having the same thoughts as me about the outfit because before he left he said, "I'm going to like working with you Gracie."
That was the first time Heart told me she hated the name Gracie. The op had been a bust but our neighboring team had caught the bad guy. After that, Grace started hanging out with McGuire and rumor was they had gone out a couple times but things hadn't worked out. I know for a fact it wasn't he who called it off as he still pursues her. Even after I told him I'd kill him if she complained just once more about him.
I look at my watch again and the door to the hanger open. A crowd of about 150 pink clad technicians come out and part like the red sea. And then I see her. She's gorgeous. My mind clears of all thoughts except for her. My world slows down into slow motion and it's just her and me. She's doing a slow, sexy walk and for a moment I allow myself to believe it's for me. I've NEVER seen anyone as beautiful as her.
"Heart, is that you?" I ask. Basically refusing to believe my eyes but not wanting to seem to eager.
"I am in a dress, I have gel in my hair, I haven't slept all night, I'm starved and I am armed. Don't mess with me." She replies obviously in a bad mood. She trips in the unfamiliar shoes. But I don't even get close to laughing. I'm still reeling from the vision before me.
"Oh, yeah, that's her. Mr. Vic, nice work!" I tell the man who is now my idol. I don't wait for his reply as I chase after Grace.