George pinned her hard with a look. "You're not making a comeback, ARE you Speed?"
"I have to." She looked at Jake for help, then back at George.
"How many in your crew?"
Speed looked at Jake. "Four, hoping for a fifth with you George."
"No, no way, it can't be done. You'd have to be as nuts as Switch is to pull this off."
"I have to do this - he'll kill me if I don't."
He looked at Speed for a few minutes. Then he sighed and shook his head "Go home, get some sleep. Tomorrow morning we'll make some calls."
"Thank you George." She smiled and hugged the old man.
----
Jake drove them away from George's. Speed numbly sat in the passenger seat as he drove.
"What happens when this is over? I mean, if I pull this boost off..."
He was so surprised that she'd spoken up that he swerved into the next lane. Getting the car back under control, he coughed and stammered...
"I go back, don't I?" Her voice was quiet, almost like a little girl's.
"Yes." He sighed. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"I can't go back," she whispered.
Jake felt guilty. He'd neglected to mention that this was a short assignment for her. Once the bust was made, she would be shipped back to the State Penitentiary.
She sat in total silence even as Jake pulled up to his place. She had drawn her knees up under her chin and stared blankly at the dashboard. She'd be sent back. Somewhere in her mind she knew that's what would happen.
"Speed..."
What an idiot she was to actually think that she'd be let go with a handshake and a 'thanks for your help'...
Jake gently shook her shoulder. "Speed... come on. I've got a beer with your name on it upstairs."
She followed him up to his apartment. When he handed her the beer, she just took it and stared at it. "I haven't had one of these in 8 years..."
"I know. If it helps any, Speed, I'm sorry. I thought you'd figured it out before now." He sat down next to her and took her hand. "I thought you knew that you'd go back."
Unshed tears trembled in her eyes as she looked at the beer. "I'll die if I go back..."
Jake flinched. Informants and witnesses who were put back into the system were regularly harrassed and even beaten by the other inmates - sometimes killed. So she wasn't lying. He didn't know what to say, so just just picked up her hand and looked at it. It was so small compared to his. Without thinking, he put his lips to the back of her hand and kissed it gently.
Speed blinked, then slowly turned her head and looked at him. Did he just do what she thought he did?
Jake looked up at her for a moment. He pulled her closer, sliding the hand he was holding around behind him as his free hand slipped into her hair. Their lips met tenderly at first, but when her other hand slid around behind his chest and pulled up against him Jake lost sense of reason and pushed her down under him on the sofa. The two bottles of beer were forgotten on the table even as she slid her tongue between his lips.
Speed wasn't thinking either - she was purely reacting. All she knew is that eight years was too damned long to be celibate. It felt right and it felt good. His weight pressed her deeper into the cushions of his couch and she shifted to get more comfortable under him.
Jake groaned softly and raised up. He looked down at her. "Are you sure Speed?"
Speed smiled and cupped his cheek with one hand, her thumb lightly caressing his cheek. "My name is Marissa," she whispered as one leg slid over to wrap around his legs.
This was going to be complicated in the morning...
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"I have to." She looked at Jake for help, then back at George.
"How many in your crew?"
Speed looked at Jake. "Four, hoping for a fifth with you George."
"No, no way, it can't be done. You'd have to be as nuts as Switch is to pull this off."
"I have to do this - he'll kill me if I don't."
He looked at Speed for a few minutes. Then he sighed and shook his head "Go home, get some sleep. Tomorrow morning we'll make some calls."
"Thank you George." She smiled and hugged the old man.
----
Jake drove them away from George's. Speed numbly sat in the passenger seat as he drove.
"What happens when this is over? I mean, if I pull this boost off..."
He was so surprised that she'd spoken up that he swerved into the next lane. Getting the car back under control, he coughed and stammered...
"I go back, don't I?" Her voice was quiet, almost like a little girl's.
"Yes." He sighed. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"I can't go back," she whispered.
Jake felt guilty. He'd neglected to mention that this was a short assignment for her. Once the bust was made, she would be shipped back to the State Penitentiary.
She sat in total silence even as Jake pulled up to his place. She had drawn her knees up under her chin and stared blankly at the dashboard. She'd be sent back. Somewhere in her mind she knew that's what would happen.
"Speed..."
What an idiot she was to actually think that she'd be let go with a handshake and a 'thanks for your help'...
Jake gently shook her shoulder. "Speed... come on. I've got a beer with your name on it upstairs."
She followed him up to his apartment. When he handed her the beer, she just took it and stared at it. "I haven't had one of these in 8 years..."
"I know. If it helps any, Speed, I'm sorry. I thought you'd figured it out before now." He sat down next to her and took her hand. "I thought you knew that you'd go back."
Unshed tears trembled in her eyes as she looked at the beer. "I'll die if I go back..."
Jake flinched. Informants and witnesses who were put back into the system were regularly harrassed and even beaten by the other inmates - sometimes killed. So she wasn't lying. He didn't know what to say, so just just picked up her hand and looked at it. It was so small compared to his. Without thinking, he put his lips to the back of her hand and kissed it gently.
Speed blinked, then slowly turned her head and looked at him. Did he just do what she thought he did?
Jake looked up at her for a moment. He pulled her closer, sliding the hand he was holding around behind him as his free hand slipped into her hair. Their lips met tenderly at first, but when her other hand slid around behind his chest and pulled up against him Jake lost sense of reason and pushed her down under him on the sofa. The two bottles of beer were forgotten on the table even as she slid her tongue between his lips.
Speed wasn't thinking either - she was purely reacting. All she knew is that eight years was too damned long to be celibate. It felt right and it felt good. His weight pressed her deeper into the cushions of his couch and she shifted to get more comfortable under him.
Jake groaned softly and raised up. He looked down at her. "Are you sure Speed?"
Speed smiled and cupped his cheek with one hand, her thumb lightly caressing his cheek. "My name is Marissa," she whispered as one leg slid over to wrap around his legs.
This was going to be complicated in the morning...
****