Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following: T.C., Cory, Monica, Russ,
Jamie, or Bobby. I do own the following: the story plot, Jesse Wilhelm, and
Byron Sanchez.
Authors Notes: I haven't watched Pacific Blue in so long because I haven't seen it on. So this story is written in the time that I last saw the show. Please review this story and tell me what you think, as well as any suggestions you have. You can also email me at july_baby98@yahoo.com
Too Late
Monica Harper tossed her long, thick blond hair back and let a laugh escape. Pedaling next to her, Bobby Cruz smiled as he kept his eye on the hoards of people littering the boardwalk on the Santa Monica pier.
Everywhere he looked, it seemed, people were popping out of stores or emerging from ally's. It was a clear day outside, the sun was bright and warm and high in the beautiful blue sky. The ocean water was warm, and Bobby was sure that later that day most of the people on the boardwalk would congregate to the beach in search of the refreshingly cool water.
But for now his attention was focused on the tourists. He glanced around, looking at the people, searching for signs of trouble.
Monica, noticing his glancing, laughed again. "You're way to serious, Bobby. This is great exercise, you get to work on your tan. It's only nine- o-clock in the morning, you know these are all tourists." She said, nodding toward the people. The native's of California made it a habit to stay in until noon and then when the tourists and gone to the local, posh beaches, they would come out and shop and go to the better beaches, the ones only locals would know.
"People are people, Mon." He reminded her. She sighed and glanced around. Bobby's attitude was too serious, if there was such a thing. He was to intent on his job. Granted, he was responsible for his younger sister Teresa, and he had lost his parents to a drunk driver when he was relatively young, but still...You think that would have made him more carefree. Instead it turned him into a serious, mature, aggressive cop.
Monica, on the other hand, was content to have fun and flirt and generally not worry about much. Well, not worrying was an understatement. After all, wasn't her constant desire to please those around her actually a facade? Wasn't it only to hide the constant insecurities of not being good enough, pretty enough, and smart enough? Shaking her head she thought, when you start analyzing yourself you have serious problems.
The morning crowd was starting to drift away when Russ Granger and Cory McNamara came on duty. Cory gave a sleepy nod as she wheeled her bike out of the garage and hopped on impatiently. She was in serious need of coffee and physical exertion to wake her up. She and her friend Jesse Wilhelm had stayed up late talking about life in general. Jesse and Cory had been friends throughout grade school and high school, however Jesse's college plans took him to Wisconsin and Cory stayed in Santa Monica. Last week, however, Jesse had surprised Cory by showing up unexpectedly at her doorstep. Cory was currently letting him stay at her house until he was able to find a place of his own, which she hopped would be a while yet. She and Jesse were just starting to catch up on their lives, ultimately, the reasons for their late night talk fests.
Russ Granger, or more commonly called Granger, seemed to have had a late night too. He gave the same, sleepy nod to Cory and mounted his bike. "Let's get this over with." He said a bit grumpily.
Cory, agreeing fully, started to pedal, hopping to find Bobby and Monica soon. Once Cory and Russ had found Bobby and Monica and told them they were off duty, Cory sighed. There was a comfortable silence as Cory and Russ gave half their attention to the throngs of people on the beaches and boardwalks. Russ narrowly dogged an inexperienced inliner and swore under his breath.
"Easy, cowboy. It's our job to watch out for them, remember?" Cory joked as she also dogged an inliner.
"Yes, but doesn't give them any excuse to be idiots and reckless." He replied, his eyes betraying his seemingly bitter mood. Russ could never stay grumpy for long, life was too fun for him. The rare times he was grumpy and out of sorts was normally a result of being turned down by a woman or having Jamie Strickland, his roommate and also a bike cop, yell at him. And even then, he took everything with a grain of salt. Why worry about tomorrow when you've still got today, was his motto. And it's a damn good one, he thought to himself.
Cory glanced around, searching for signs of trouble. Everything was quiet though, and it was almost nice. Except that when things were quiet for too long, as they had been for a while, that normally meant there was big trouble brewing. And now that Jesse was back in her life she didn't want anything to distract her attention from him.
By the time that Cory and Russ were going back to the station, both were amazed at the lack of trouble they'd encountered. Of course, there had been a few skirmishes among tourists and between tourists and locals, but as far as trouble went, that didn't even make it on the scale.
"It's eerie. I'm not sure whether to shout for joy or hide in a corner." Cory tried explaining to T.C. Callaway as they sat in his office that overlooked the station below.
"Cop's instinct, that's your problem. You're so use to being on the edge that when things actually calm down you're scared." He told her, no joking in his voice.
"Does it get that way for you?" She asked, getting up and peering down at the officers below. Most of them were sitting around relaxing, only a handful of cops actually had something to do.
"Sometimes. Right now, though, I'm just enjoying the lapse. I'm sure in a few days things will pick up again." He gave a light chuckle, "Then you'll be sitting up here telling me how you wish things would become quiet again."
Authors Notes: I haven't watched Pacific Blue in so long because I haven't seen it on. So this story is written in the time that I last saw the show. Please review this story and tell me what you think, as well as any suggestions you have. You can also email me at july_baby98@yahoo.com
Too Late
Monica Harper tossed her long, thick blond hair back and let a laugh escape. Pedaling next to her, Bobby Cruz smiled as he kept his eye on the hoards of people littering the boardwalk on the Santa Monica pier.
Everywhere he looked, it seemed, people were popping out of stores or emerging from ally's. It was a clear day outside, the sun was bright and warm and high in the beautiful blue sky. The ocean water was warm, and Bobby was sure that later that day most of the people on the boardwalk would congregate to the beach in search of the refreshingly cool water.
But for now his attention was focused on the tourists. He glanced around, looking at the people, searching for signs of trouble.
Monica, noticing his glancing, laughed again. "You're way to serious, Bobby. This is great exercise, you get to work on your tan. It's only nine- o-clock in the morning, you know these are all tourists." She said, nodding toward the people. The native's of California made it a habit to stay in until noon and then when the tourists and gone to the local, posh beaches, they would come out and shop and go to the better beaches, the ones only locals would know.
"People are people, Mon." He reminded her. She sighed and glanced around. Bobby's attitude was too serious, if there was such a thing. He was to intent on his job. Granted, he was responsible for his younger sister Teresa, and he had lost his parents to a drunk driver when he was relatively young, but still...You think that would have made him more carefree. Instead it turned him into a serious, mature, aggressive cop.
Monica, on the other hand, was content to have fun and flirt and generally not worry about much. Well, not worrying was an understatement. After all, wasn't her constant desire to please those around her actually a facade? Wasn't it only to hide the constant insecurities of not being good enough, pretty enough, and smart enough? Shaking her head she thought, when you start analyzing yourself you have serious problems.
The morning crowd was starting to drift away when Russ Granger and Cory McNamara came on duty. Cory gave a sleepy nod as she wheeled her bike out of the garage and hopped on impatiently. She was in serious need of coffee and physical exertion to wake her up. She and her friend Jesse Wilhelm had stayed up late talking about life in general. Jesse and Cory had been friends throughout grade school and high school, however Jesse's college plans took him to Wisconsin and Cory stayed in Santa Monica. Last week, however, Jesse had surprised Cory by showing up unexpectedly at her doorstep. Cory was currently letting him stay at her house until he was able to find a place of his own, which she hopped would be a while yet. She and Jesse were just starting to catch up on their lives, ultimately, the reasons for their late night talk fests.
Russ Granger, or more commonly called Granger, seemed to have had a late night too. He gave the same, sleepy nod to Cory and mounted his bike. "Let's get this over with." He said a bit grumpily.
Cory, agreeing fully, started to pedal, hopping to find Bobby and Monica soon. Once Cory and Russ had found Bobby and Monica and told them they were off duty, Cory sighed. There was a comfortable silence as Cory and Russ gave half their attention to the throngs of people on the beaches and boardwalks. Russ narrowly dogged an inexperienced inliner and swore under his breath.
"Easy, cowboy. It's our job to watch out for them, remember?" Cory joked as she also dogged an inliner.
"Yes, but doesn't give them any excuse to be idiots and reckless." He replied, his eyes betraying his seemingly bitter mood. Russ could never stay grumpy for long, life was too fun for him. The rare times he was grumpy and out of sorts was normally a result of being turned down by a woman or having Jamie Strickland, his roommate and also a bike cop, yell at him. And even then, he took everything with a grain of salt. Why worry about tomorrow when you've still got today, was his motto. And it's a damn good one, he thought to himself.
Cory glanced around, searching for signs of trouble. Everything was quiet though, and it was almost nice. Except that when things were quiet for too long, as they had been for a while, that normally meant there was big trouble brewing. And now that Jesse was back in her life she didn't want anything to distract her attention from him.
By the time that Cory and Russ were going back to the station, both were amazed at the lack of trouble they'd encountered. Of course, there had been a few skirmishes among tourists and between tourists and locals, but as far as trouble went, that didn't even make it on the scale.
"It's eerie. I'm not sure whether to shout for joy or hide in a corner." Cory tried explaining to T.C. Callaway as they sat in his office that overlooked the station below.
"Cop's instinct, that's your problem. You're so use to being on the edge that when things actually calm down you're scared." He told her, no joking in his voice.
"Does it get that way for you?" She asked, getting up and peering down at the officers below. Most of them were sitting around relaxing, only a handful of cops actually had something to do.
"Sometimes. Right now, though, I'm just enjoying the lapse. I'm sure in a few days things will pick up again." He gave a light chuckle, "Then you'll be sitting up here telling me how you wish things would become quiet again."