TITLE: Breaking the Rules 2
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: It was the first time he'd really touched her; it was the first time he'd dared to put his hands on her.
SPOILERS: "The Black Vera Wang"
DISCLAIMER: Not Mine!
***
As Simon escorted CJ from the briefing room back to her office, he wondered if she thought he was abrupt, brusque, or even rude. Simon knew, however, that if he came off that way it was only because he was working so hard to keep his feelings in check.
It was a funny thing, Simon mused as he watched CJ settle back down behind her desk to work. His feelings beyond the professional could end up distracting the agent in Simon from doing his job—he could so easily ignore what was around CJ if he were so wrapped up in only her. But on the other hand, Simon knew that his growing affection for the woman was bringing out an over-protectiveness that was uncommon in his usual style. He innately knew he would go above and beyond for CJ Cregg.
The night before, an absolutely horrific rage had raced through Simon's veins when he read the e-mail sent to CJ by the stalker. Someone had gotten very close to CJ in Barney's; someone had seen her in the black gown that Simon himself had found so captivating. It was a lightening shock—his hand had slammed down on the desk with a fierce pound that immediately frightened the agent.
He wasn't upset because someone had gotten close—there was really nothing Simon could do to stop preying eyes—and he wasn't upset that he might have missed a visual clue: he had kept sharp watch. Plain and simple, he was only thinking of CJ in a personal manner, and could hardly bear to think that someone had been there, plotting her harm.
Simon stood outside of CJ's office, leaning against the doorframe and taking comfort in her murmuring voice as she spoke on the phone. He'd kill anyone who tried to get near her, and without thought. Yes, that was what his job was, but it concerned Simon desperately that he only wanted to do that job because he wanted her.
"Simon," CJ called as she hung up the phone. He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest upon entering the room; CJ was leaning forward over her desk with a mischievous smile crossing her lips.
"Yes, Ms. Cr—I mean, CJ?" Simon grinned, having already forgotten their earlier conversation.
CJ's smile broke into a larger grin, her tone wry. "Now you just sound unnatural. Is this going to be a big problem?"
"No ma'am," Simon answered deliberately, keeping his eyes laced with CJ's. "What did you need?"
CJ sighed amusedly. "You really are something else, you know that?"
Simon's heart skipped a beat, but with hard work he held his expression straight. "Okay…"
"I'm going out to eat tonight…With some friends…" CJ explained slowly, concentrating on watching Simon's reaction. She hoped it would be relatively easy to keep her life normal, but her expectations were not high.
Simon nodded, knowing now would be the right time to tell her about the most recent e-mail. He had kept it from CJ until now, hoping to spare her any unnecessary nervousness, but she needed to know about the heightened state of alert he was forced to be on.
"CJ," Simon began, purposely using the name she preferred. "You're not going to like this, but I'm going to advise you against spending unnecessary time in public."
"Oh please," CJ immediately snorted, standing up in defense, "please stop assuming I'm scared shitless. I'm going out and I'm doing whatever the hell I want to do tonight, got it?"
He was taken aback by her tone, by her language, but as CJ stood and brushed by him, Simon found her all the more endearing. Spontaneously, he reached out and caught CJ by the arm, easily spinning her back towards him.
It was the first time he'd really touched her; it was the first time he'd dared to put his hands on her. Keeping his grip on her suit-covered arm firm, Simon picked his chin up. "I don't care if you WANT to get killed, I'm not letting you put yourself in unnecessary danger. And based on the latest e-mail intercepts, you'd be putting yourself at incredible risk by sitting in a restaurant or bar for hours on end. I'm not going to let you do it. I'm just not, CJ!"
CJ kept her eyes glued to Simon's, fire raging in both pairs. As they stood staring each other down, Simon knew the tone of his voice could have given away everything; there was too much emotion present in his words, his expression. He knew it, but there was nothing Simon could do now but let CJ search his face and read what she wanted. As she watched him with softening features, Simon felt his heart in his throat.
Her eyes eventually wandered to Simon's strong hand holding onto her arm, and sucking in her breath, CJ relented quietly. "Okay. Okay, I'll…I'll stay home tonight…"
"I'm sorry," Simon offered, slowly giving up his grip. "I'm just—"
"Doing your job, I know…" CJ murmured in a tone without any of the mocking qualities she had used before. Her eyes were all of a sudden shy, and as she returned to her desk chair, Simon knew he was doing so much more than just his job. *
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: It was the first time he'd really touched her; it was the first time he'd dared to put his hands on her.
SPOILERS: "The Black Vera Wang"
DISCLAIMER: Not Mine!
***
As Simon escorted CJ from the briefing room back to her office, he wondered if she thought he was abrupt, brusque, or even rude. Simon knew, however, that if he came off that way it was only because he was working so hard to keep his feelings in check.
It was a funny thing, Simon mused as he watched CJ settle back down behind her desk to work. His feelings beyond the professional could end up distracting the agent in Simon from doing his job—he could so easily ignore what was around CJ if he were so wrapped up in only her. But on the other hand, Simon knew that his growing affection for the woman was bringing out an over-protectiveness that was uncommon in his usual style. He innately knew he would go above and beyond for CJ Cregg.
The night before, an absolutely horrific rage had raced through Simon's veins when he read the e-mail sent to CJ by the stalker. Someone had gotten very close to CJ in Barney's; someone had seen her in the black gown that Simon himself had found so captivating. It was a lightening shock—his hand had slammed down on the desk with a fierce pound that immediately frightened the agent.
He wasn't upset because someone had gotten close—there was really nothing Simon could do to stop preying eyes—and he wasn't upset that he might have missed a visual clue: he had kept sharp watch. Plain and simple, he was only thinking of CJ in a personal manner, and could hardly bear to think that someone had been there, plotting her harm.
Simon stood outside of CJ's office, leaning against the doorframe and taking comfort in her murmuring voice as she spoke on the phone. He'd kill anyone who tried to get near her, and without thought. Yes, that was what his job was, but it concerned Simon desperately that he only wanted to do that job because he wanted her.
"Simon," CJ called as she hung up the phone. He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest upon entering the room; CJ was leaning forward over her desk with a mischievous smile crossing her lips.
"Yes, Ms. Cr—I mean, CJ?" Simon grinned, having already forgotten their earlier conversation.
CJ's smile broke into a larger grin, her tone wry. "Now you just sound unnatural. Is this going to be a big problem?"
"No ma'am," Simon answered deliberately, keeping his eyes laced with CJ's. "What did you need?"
CJ sighed amusedly. "You really are something else, you know that?"
Simon's heart skipped a beat, but with hard work he held his expression straight. "Okay…"
"I'm going out to eat tonight…With some friends…" CJ explained slowly, concentrating on watching Simon's reaction. She hoped it would be relatively easy to keep her life normal, but her expectations were not high.
Simon nodded, knowing now would be the right time to tell her about the most recent e-mail. He had kept it from CJ until now, hoping to spare her any unnecessary nervousness, but she needed to know about the heightened state of alert he was forced to be on.
"CJ," Simon began, purposely using the name she preferred. "You're not going to like this, but I'm going to advise you against spending unnecessary time in public."
"Oh please," CJ immediately snorted, standing up in defense, "please stop assuming I'm scared shitless. I'm going out and I'm doing whatever the hell I want to do tonight, got it?"
He was taken aback by her tone, by her language, but as CJ stood and brushed by him, Simon found her all the more endearing. Spontaneously, he reached out and caught CJ by the arm, easily spinning her back towards him.
It was the first time he'd really touched her; it was the first time he'd dared to put his hands on her. Keeping his grip on her suit-covered arm firm, Simon picked his chin up. "I don't care if you WANT to get killed, I'm not letting you put yourself in unnecessary danger. And based on the latest e-mail intercepts, you'd be putting yourself at incredible risk by sitting in a restaurant or bar for hours on end. I'm not going to let you do it. I'm just not, CJ!"
CJ kept her eyes glued to Simon's, fire raging in both pairs. As they stood staring each other down, Simon knew the tone of his voice could have given away everything; there was too much emotion present in his words, his expression. He knew it, but there was nothing Simon could do now but let CJ search his face and read what she wanted. As she watched him with softening features, Simon felt his heart in his throat.
Her eyes eventually wandered to Simon's strong hand holding onto her arm, and sucking in her breath, CJ relented quietly. "Okay. Okay, I'll…I'll stay home tonight…"
"I'm sorry," Simon offered, slowly giving up his grip. "I'm just—"
"Doing your job, I know…" CJ murmured in a tone without any of the mocking qualities she had used before. Her eyes were all of a sudden shy, and as she returned to her desk chair, Simon knew he was doing so much more than just his job. *