1 TITLE: Breaking the Rules (8/8)
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG-13 (an f-word)
SUMMARY: He wondered what she saw, what she wanted, what she needed. He wondered, too, if he could give it to her in this situation.
SPOILERS: "We Killed Yamamoto"
***
Agent Pam Thayer walked into the Secret Service office, nestled deep in the White House basement. Yawning, she poured herself a clumsy cup of coffee and greeted her co-agents with a slow nod. She had been on duty with CJ Cregg until four in the morning, had gone home for a few hours sleep, and was now at the office to complete some paperwork. Sighing, she sat down at her desk and groaned. It was her "day off" from the detail, hence all of the deskwork. Contradiction in terms, Pam thought with a smirk.
Still, Thayer enjoyed working on CJ Cregg's detail, as her case contained elements that the agent had used in her days at the FBI. This stalker required the talents of a real investigator—something Pam considered herself. This detail was also interesting if only to observe the incredibly insane way her boss was acting.
Pam couldn't be sure if the rumors were true, and as she brought up her reports on the computer, she went over in her mind the night before. Donovan had called to tell Pam that he and 'Flamingo' were on their way. Thayer corrected her recollection: Donovan had used the protectee's first name, a sign to Pam that maybe the gossip could be so.
She'd gone out onto the steps to wait, and as Simon and CJ approached, Pam remembered what Jamie Dawson had said—that twice Simon had gone up into CJ's apartment, staying the second time for a good three hours. Pam had watched with a mixture of excitement and trouble as CJ and Simon stopped on the sidewalk; she was almost positive that they'd been about to kiss.
"So, Donovan's fucking his protectee?" the voice of another female agent in the office broke up Pam's thoughts. She looked over at her co- worker and raised her eyebrows.
"I'm on the detail, but I haven't see anything to substantiate that," Pam swallowed, her loyalty to Simon Donovan coming through. She and Donovan had trained together nine years ago and had been on a number of details together; if he could fall for CJ Cregg and do his job at the same time, it wasn't Pam's place to gossip about a friend. Still, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive about Simon's extremely unprofessional actions. It just wasn't like him to disregard the rules, and as she went back to work, Pam had a feeling that if anyone would correct the problem, it would Simon himself.
***
"Come on, CJ. Come on…Don't stop…" Simon encouraged, his grin growing.
"Shut up Simon," CJ laughed, hitting the stop button on the treadmill. "I can't run anymore."
"Some Secret Service agent you'd make," he teased, crossing his arms over his T-shirt. "You can't even do two miles in twelve."
"Well," CJ breathed, mopping her face up with a towel as the belt slowed down. "That's why I have you. So I don't have to run that fast."
"You ready to go home?" Simon asked, helping CJ off of the treadmill. She spun around and looked over at the free weights.
"So, how much should your standard agent be able to lift?"
Simon sighed with amusement. This, the second time CJ had worked out at the Secret Service gym, she demanded to know all of the physical requirements of a qualified agent. Simon had told her, and now CJ was determined to meet them all.
It was late, and Simon hadn't really wanted to work out, but CJ coyly asked him to keep her company. So instead of waiting or shooting at the firing range, he'd gone in the gym with CJ and watched her work out. He was impressed with how in-shape she was; he was impressed with her body much more than he should have been.
As Simon followed CJ over to the bench press, he wondered when the guilty feelings would stop washing over him. He was sure that everyone could see his attraction to CJ; he was afraid it would put his job in jeopardy.
But CJ was worth so much more—of that Simon was sure. Being with CJ was more valuable than being a Secret Service agent, but Simon knew that few would see it so.
"Don't be so macho—I'm spotting you," Simon grinned, ignoring CJ's command for him to get away from her. She'd put seventy-five pounds on the bar and was lying on the bench.
"I can lift this, Simon," CJ insisted, smiling wickedly despite her efforts to keep a straight face. Shrugging his shoulders, Simon stepped back, planning to move forward the minute that CJ lifted the bar. Letting CJ shoot the gun by herself had been less of a risk than this: the last thing Simon wanted was CJ to crush herself under a seventy-five pounds.
Though Simon resumed his spotting position, CJ had no trouble benching the weight, fifteen reps in a row. When she was done and the bar was put back with a loud clatter, she sat up with a smug smile.
"Ha!"
"Indeed," Simon smiled, impressed. Sitting down on an adjacent bench, he cocked his head. "Could you do it again, though?"
CJ looked at Simon, shaking her head no as she drank in his features. She found him absolutely gorgeous; so much sexier than any other man she'd met. CJ settled her eyes on Simon's and wondered again when her stalker would stop his stalking. She wanted to be with Simon unabashedly, untroubled by the professional parameters that surrounded them now.
"What?" Simon asked after her silence, leaning his elbows forward to rest on his knees. CJ had suddenly become quiet, but her eyes dancing around his were enticing and exciting. He wondered what she saw, what she wanted, what she needed. He wondered, too, if he could give it to her in this situation.
"I'm going to get my stuff," CJ stood and announced, quickly ruffling Simon's hair with her long fingers as she brushed past the benches. Simon followed CJ with his eyes, recognizing how unnerved they both became at the simplest glance. Just looking at each other was something charged with electricity, and as CJ pushed through the exit door, Simon bit his lip with the realization of what he had to do.
***
CJ made fun of the huge black bulletproof Suburban, as she always did when Simon refused to let her walk home. Watching CJ get into the big vehicle wasn't nearly so entertaining as it should have been; she was tall enough to complete the act with a grace that most people lacked. And CJ never asked his assistance to get in, ever the independent woman.
Chucking her bag into the backseat and following it, CJ raised her eyebrows and held her hand out to Simon. He usually chose not sit with her—temptation was enough when there WASN'T another Agent in the car—but tonight Simon let CJ pull him towards her.
Sliding his arm around her waist, Simon settled CJ against his body as the car lurched forward. The partition was up and the driver instinctively headed for CJ's apartment, a few blocks away. With CJ's fingers firmly entwined in his free hand, Simon took a deep breath and met her eyes again.
"I gotta tell you something," he said in a low voice, his breath slightly taken by CJ's proximity. She smiled softly up at Simon, completely drawn to him.
"What?" she asked, moving her lips closer to his for a soft, too- brief kiss.
At the loss of her mouth, Simon pulled CJ back to kiss her properly. Being so close to her just felt so perfect, and as they parted only for breath, Simon knew he was making the right choice.
"I really care about you. I want to be with you so badly. You know that…" he smiled, watching CJ for a reaction, "So tomorrow I'm going to get myself off of your detail."
CJ was stunned; for her Simon was going to swallow his pride and admit to his superiors that he had broken the rules. Speechless, CJ let Simon hold her in sweet silence, knowing that she too would do the same for him. *
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG-13 (an f-word)
SUMMARY: He wondered what she saw, what she wanted, what she needed. He wondered, too, if he could give it to her in this situation.
SPOILERS: "We Killed Yamamoto"
***
Agent Pam Thayer walked into the Secret Service office, nestled deep in the White House basement. Yawning, she poured herself a clumsy cup of coffee and greeted her co-agents with a slow nod. She had been on duty with CJ Cregg until four in the morning, had gone home for a few hours sleep, and was now at the office to complete some paperwork. Sighing, she sat down at her desk and groaned. It was her "day off" from the detail, hence all of the deskwork. Contradiction in terms, Pam thought with a smirk.
Still, Thayer enjoyed working on CJ Cregg's detail, as her case contained elements that the agent had used in her days at the FBI. This stalker required the talents of a real investigator—something Pam considered herself. This detail was also interesting if only to observe the incredibly insane way her boss was acting.
Pam couldn't be sure if the rumors were true, and as she brought up her reports on the computer, she went over in her mind the night before. Donovan had called to tell Pam that he and 'Flamingo' were on their way. Thayer corrected her recollection: Donovan had used the protectee's first name, a sign to Pam that maybe the gossip could be so.
She'd gone out onto the steps to wait, and as Simon and CJ approached, Pam remembered what Jamie Dawson had said—that twice Simon had gone up into CJ's apartment, staying the second time for a good three hours. Pam had watched with a mixture of excitement and trouble as CJ and Simon stopped on the sidewalk; she was almost positive that they'd been about to kiss.
"So, Donovan's fucking his protectee?" the voice of another female agent in the office broke up Pam's thoughts. She looked over at her co- worker and raised her eyebrows.
"I'm on the detail, but I haven't see anything to substantiate that," Pam swallowed, her loyalty to Simon Donovan coming through. She and Donovan had trained together nine years ago and had been on a number of details together; if he could fall for CJ Cregg and do his job at the same time, it wasn't Pam's place to gossip about a friend. Still, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive about Simon's extremely unprofessional actions. It just wasn't like him to disregard the rules, and as she went back to work, Pam had a feeling that if anyone would correct the problem, it would Simon himself.
***
"Come on, CJ. Come on…Don't stop…" Simon encouraged, his grin growing.
"Shut up Simon," CJ laughed, hitting the stop button on the treadmill. "I can't run anymore."
"Some Secret Service agent you'd make," he teased, crossing his arms over his T-shirt. "You can't even do two miles in twelve."
"Well," CJ breathed, mopping her face up with a towel as the belt slowed down. "That's why I have you. So I don't have to run that fast."
"You ready to go home?" Simon asked, helping CJ off of the treadmill. She spun around and looked over at the free weights.
"So, how much should your standard agent be able to lift?"
Simon sighed with amusement. This, the second time CJ had worked out at the Secret Service gym, she demanded to know all of the physical requirements of a qualified agent. Simon had told her, and now CJ was determined to meet them all.
It was late, and Simon hadn't really wanted to work out, but CJ coyly asked him to keep her company. So instead of waiting or shooting at the firing range, he'd gone in the gym with CJ and watched her work out. He was impressed with how in-shape she was; he was impressed with her body much more than he should have been.
As Simon followed CJ over to the bench press, he wondered when the guilty feelings would stop washing over him. He was sure that everyone could see his attraction to CJ; he was afraid it would put his job in jeopardy.
But CJ was worth so much more—of that Simon was sure. Being with CJ was more valuable than being a Secret Service agent, but Simon knew that few would see it so.
"Don't be so macho—I'm spotting you," Simon grinned, ignoring CJ's command for him to get away from her. She'd put seventy-five pounds on the bar and was lying on the bench.
"I can lift this, Simon," CJ insisted, smiling wickedly despite her efforts to keep a straight face. Shrugging his shoulders, Simon stepped back, planning to move forward the minute that CJ lifted the bar. Letting CJ shoot the gun by herself had been less of a risk than this: the last thing Simon wanted was CJ to crush herself under a seventy-five pounds.
Though Simon resumed his spotting position, CJ had no trouble benching the weight, fifteen reps in a row. When she was done and the bar was put back with a loud clatter, she sat up with a smug smile.
"Ha!"
"Indeed," Simon smiled, impressed. Sitting down on an adjacent bench, he cocked his head. "Could you do it again, though?"
CJ looked at Simon, shaking her head no as she drank in his features. She found him absolutely gorgeous; so much sexier than any other man she'd met. CJ settled her eyes on Simon's and wondered again when her stalker would stop his stalking. She wanted to be with Simon unabashedly, untroubled by the professional parameters that surrounded them now.
"What?" Simon asked after her silence, leaning his elbows forward to rest on his knees. CJ had suddenly become quiet, but her eyes dancing around his were enticing and exciting. He wondered what she saw, what she wanted, what she needed. He wondered, too, if he could give it to her in this situation.
"I'm going to get my stuff," CJ stood and announced, quickly ruffling Simon's hair with her long fingers as she brushed past the benches. Simon followed CJ with his eyes, recognizing how unnerved they both became at the simplest glance. Just looking at each other was something charged with electricity, and as CJ pushed through the exit door, Simon bit his lip with the realization of what he had to do.
***
CJ made fun of the huge black bulletproof Suburban, as she always did when Simon refused to let her walk home. Watching CJ get into the big vehicle wasn't nearly so entertaining as it should have been; she was tall enough to complete the act with a grace that most people lacked. And CJ never asked his assistance to get in, ever the independent woman.
Chucking her bag into the backseat and following it, CJ raised her eyebrows and held her hand out to Simon. He usually chose not sit with her—temptation was enough when there WASN'T another Agent in the car—but tonight Simon let CJ pull him towards her.
Sliding his arm around her waist, Simon settled CJ against his body as the car lurched forward. The partition was up and the driver instinctively headed for CJ's apartment, a few blocks away. With CJ's fingers firmly entwined in his free hand, Simon took a deep breath and met her eyes again.
"I gotta tell you something," he said in a low voice, his breath slightly taken by CJ's proximity. She smiled softly up at Simon, completely drawn to him.
"What?" she asked, moving her lips closer to his for a soft, too- brief kiss.
At the loss of her mouth, Simon pulled CJ back to kiss her properly. Being so close to her just felt so perfect, and as they parted only for breath, Simon knew he was making the right choice.
"I really care about you. I want to be with you so badly. You know that…" he smiled, watching CJ for a reaction, "So tomorrow I'm going to get myself off of your detail."
CJ was stunned; for her Simon was going to swallow his pride and admit to his superiors that he had broken the rules. Speechless, CJ let Simon hold her in sweet silence, knowing that she too would do the same for him. *