Jake was the first one to wake up. He was on his side, Marissa tucked in tight against him and his arm wrapped tightly over her waist. With a smile, he kissed the shell of her ear and slipped out of bed to take a shower. Marissa turned over, murmuring something. As he showered, he thought of just what the hell he'd done. Jake didn't regret it, not by a long shot. But if you'd've told him 8 years ago that the woman he chase in a high speed race across the landscape of Chicago, leaving auto wrecks in their wake and tearing the whole damned city apart would turn out to be a lover in his bed while he was going undercover - he would have just died laughing at the thought.
But there she was, sleeping peacefully in the rising sun's rays. The brightening light lit up her hair like a halo. He sighed and rested his head against the wall of the shower. When this was over, he was going to be faced with sending her back to prison. He didn't know anymore if he wanted to do that.
When he stepped out of the shower, he heard her sleepy voice from the bedroom.
"yeah..." yawn... "he's right here. I think he was in the shower."
Jake took the phone from her and she turned laid back down behind him, fingers playing with his towel. It was Donovan on the phone.
"What the hell is she doing at your place?!"
"Easy Frank. She had a rough night last night. It's not everyday someone you try to save turns out to threaten your life." Jake twisted around as she accidentally hit his ticklish spot. "Yeah, we're in. We got the tag last night. Remember reading about the kid who was in the car with her when she was arrested? That's the head of the ring. He gave her a list... Boss - it's a big list."
Just then she shot up off of the bed and grabbed the phone. "Donovan!" Jake tried grabbing for the phone but she just ripped his towel off and threw it across the room. While he froze and tried to cover himself, she listened and spoke to Donovan.
"Good Morning Speed. I trust you slept well?" there seemed to be a sense of humor in his voice, as if he knew out what'd happened.
"Like a kitten. Listen, about this list - We're gonna need a lot of help. I'm going to see an old friend today and..." Jake tried again to grab the phone from her but she waved him off.
"Get to the point."
"I will if you'll quit interrupting me! I need at least one more. If it's possible to pull Alex off of her assignment, then I'll work her in... if not, I need you." Jake groaned and collapsed face first onto the bed. This was not going to turn out good at all.
There was silence on the other end. Finally Donovan's voice came across. "I'll see if I can help. Let me know how things turn out. And tell Jake to put his towel back on."
Before she could stop herself, she burst out laughing. Jake looked at her as if she'd lost her mind. He took the phone from her hand as she clutched her ribs while laughing hysterically.
Frank hung up the phone on his end and chuckled. If only Jake knew that they'd been under surveillance all night...
"What's so funny??" Jake stood at the edge of the bed, fuming.
"Frank said to put your towel back on..."
--
Later, she and Jake were in a nearby cafe getting something to eat. This was a hang out for the local cops, well known as such and it gave them a chance to talk.
"I'm putting you with Eric tomorrow night."
"No way. I'm sticking with you."
"No, that's the rule. One of each of you gets paired with one of the old crew. Except me, I'm paired up with Donny. With Monica and Cody being left behind, we've got no choice. Eric is good, he'll take care of you. Jake, promise me you won't get stupid on this." Her hand wrapped around his.
A few tables over, a uniformed cop dialed his cell phone to make a call.
An hour or so later, Jake was paying the bill as Speed stepped outside.
"Randall, Randall, Randall...."
Speed closed her eyes almost painfully and raised her face skyward. This was a bad omen. "Hello Detective Booth."
"Marissa Fian Randall... When did you blow back into town? Thought you were put away for a few more years."
"I was. They let me out for good behavior."
"Bullshit. C'mere, take those sunglasses off so I can look into those demonic eyes of yours while I'm whistling in the wind."
She stepped to the side while the other detective with Booth was grinning like a cheshire. A finger curled over the glasses and she pulled them off. Blue eyes looked into brown and she cracked a grin.
"You had the best thing happen to you a few years ago when you were sent away. Got you out of a lifestyle that could have killed you or your friends. I heard about a high speed chase a few nights back involving a silver BMW and a woman behind the wheel that looked suspiciously like you... Now, it looked a little rusty, like it was someone imitating you. But you listen to me, and listen well - you do ANYTHING, I mean anything... jaywalk, throw a cigarette butt out of the window, wink at a cop, man, I don't care, I will arrest you and throw you back into prison."
Speed just grinned again and leaned close to whisper, "light up a cigarette and calm the fuck down. I'm just in town visiting a friend and I'll be gone in a day or so."
The other detective put his hand on her shoulder to pull her back from Booth about the time Jake stepped out of the diner. "HEY! Leave her alone you asshole!"
"Back off son," Booth flashed his badge as Jake came over.
Speed grinned still.
"You know, not arresting you when I had the chance was probably the worst damn day of my life. A gigantic fuck up the ass of my career..."
"Well, at least you can appreciate victory at the cost of disappointment."
"Christine tell you that?"
Speed just smirked, put the sunglasses back on and took Jake by the arm.
"Who's Christine?" the other detective asked.
"It's a damned car. I want to know what she's up to - clear your schedule and bring some running shoes." Booth watched the two of them walk off. "Wait. It's a hunch, but check to see if there are any Plymouth Hemi Cudas in the greater Metroplitan area."
"Sure... wanna tell me why?"
"Just a hunch... but I have a feeling that Christine will ride again in a few days..."
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But there she was, sleeping peacefully in the rising sun's rays. The brightening light lit up her hair like a halo. He sighed and rested his head against the wall of the shower. When this was over, he was going to be faced with sending her back to prison. He didn't know anymore if he wanted to do that.
When he stepped out of the shower, he heard her sleepy voice from the bedroom.
"yeah..." yawn... "he's right here. I think he was in the shower."
Jake took the phone from her and she turned laid back down behind him, fingers playing with his towel. It was Donovan on the phone.
"What the hell is she doing at your place?!"
"Easy Frank. She had a rough night last night. It's not everyday someone you try to save turns out to threaten your life." Jake twisted around as she accidentally hit his ticklish spot. "Yeah, we're in. We got the tag last night. Remember reading about the kid who was in the car with her when she was arrested? That's the head of the ring. He gave her a list... Boss - it's a big list."
Just then she shot up off of the bed and grabbed the phone. "Donovan!" Jake tried grabbing for the phone but she just ripped his towel off and threw it across the room. While he froze and tried to cover himself, she listened and spoke to Donovan.
"Good Morning Speed. I trust you slept well?" there seemed to be a sense of humor in his voice, as if he knew out what'd happened.
"Like a kitten. Listen, about this list - We're gonna need a lot of help. I'm going to see an old friend today and..." Jake tried again to grab the phone from her but she waved him off.
"Get to the point."
"I will if you'll quit interrupting me! I need at least one more. If it's possible to pull Alex off of her assignment, then I'll work her in... if not, I need you." Jake groaned and collapsed face first onto the bed. This was not going to turn out good at all.
There was silence on the other end. Finally Donovan's voice came across. "I'll see if I can help. Let me know how things turn out. And tell Jake to put his towel back on."
Before she could stop herself, she burst out laughing. Jake looked at her as if she'd lost her mind. He took the phone from her hand as she clutched her ribs while laughing hysterically.
Frank hung up the phone on his end and chuckled. If only Jake knew that they'd been under surveillance all night...
"What's so funny??" Jake stood at the edge of the bed, fuming.
"Frank said to put your towel back on..."
--
Later, she and Jake were in a nearby cafe getting something to eat. This was a hang out for the local cops, well known as such and it gave them a chance to talk.
"I'm putting you with Eric tomorrow night."
"No way. I'm sticking with you."
"No, that's the rule. One of each of you gets paired with one of the old crew. Except me, I'm paired up with Donny. With Monica and Cody being left behind, we've got no choice. Eric is good, he'll take care of you. Jake, promise me you won't get stupid on this." Her hand wrapped around his.
A few tables over, a uniformed cop dialed his cell phone to make a call.
An hour or so later, Jake was paying the bill as Speed stepped outside.
"Randall, Randall, Randall...."
Speed closed her eyes almost painfully and raised her face skyward. This was a bad omen. "Hello Detective Booth."
"Marissa Fian Randall... When did you blow back into town? Thought you were put away for a few more years."
"I was. They let me out for good behavior."
"Bullshit. C'mere, take those sunglasses off so I can look into those demonic eyes of yours while I'm whistling in the wind."
She stepped to the side while the other detective with Booth was grinning like a cheshire. A finger curled over the glasses and she pulled them off. Blue eyes looked into brown and she cracked a grin.
"You had the best thing happen to you a few years ago when you were sent away. Got you out of a lifestyle that could have killed you or your friends. I heard about a high speed chase a few nights back involving a silver BMW and a woman behind the wheel that looked suspiciously like you... Now, it looked a little rusty, like it was someone imitating you. But you listen to me, and listen well - you do ANYTHING, I mean anything... jaywalk, throw a cigarette butt out of the window, wink at a cop, man, I don't care, I will arrest you and throw you back into prison."
Speed just grinned again and leaned close to whisper, "light up a cigarette and calm the fuck down. I'm just in town visiting a friend and I'll be gone in a day or so."
The other detective put his hand on her shoulder to pull her back from Booth about the time Jake stepped out of the diner. "HEY! Leave her alone you asshole!"
"Back off son," Booth flashed his badge as Jake came over.
Speed grinned still.
"You know, not arresting you when I had the chance was probably the worst damn day of my life. A gigantic fuck up the ass of my career..."
"Well, at least you can appreciate victory at the cost of disappointment."
"Christine tell you that?"
Speed just smirked, put the sunglasses back on and took Jake by the arm.
"Who's Christine?" the other detective asked.
"It's a damned car. I want to know what she's up to - clear your schedule and bring some running shoes." Booth watched the two of them walk off. "Wait. It's a hunch, but check to see if there are any Plymouth Hemi Cudas in the greater Metroplitan area."
"Sure... wanna tell me why?"
"Just a hunch... but I have a feeling that Christine will ride again in a few days..."
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