Jamie Strickland sighed as she picked up another article of Russ's
clothing. He was such a pig; she couldn't understand how she continued to
live with him. Habit, she supposed, and the fact that where am I going to
be able to afford something on my own?
She cringed as she walked past Russ's Harley Davidson bike on her way to the washer and dryer. She sorted her whites and his whites and then separated their colors. She was loading his whites into the washer when a cruel, yet too good to pass, she grabbed her favorite red bra and dropped it in with his white. Maybe, she mused, he'll learn to pick up his junk. After a few weeks of pink boxers and undershirts he'll get the message, she laughed.
Moving on from laundry, she attempted to tackle the dishes that littered their sink. This, she declared, is bull. Then, walking to her room, she left the dished for Russ to wash.
The sun was slowly starting to fade when Monica left the station. She was slightly disappointed, she had thought since things were quiet T.C. might pay more attention to her. Instead he stayed in his office talking with Cory for the better half of his shift. Now, grabbing her ADIDAS duffel bag, Monica tried to flag down Russ Granger for a ride but he didn't see him.
"Damn." She muttered, then her eyes brightened when she saw Bobby Cruz starting to pull up to the curb where she was standing. Next to his job and sister, Bobby's jeep was his prized possession. It was a brand new, black Jeep Wrangler, and fully loaded.
"Need a lift?" He asked lightly. Monica nodded and climbed in, first throwing her bag in the back, though.
"Thanks." She said, fastening her seatbelt. They were driving for a few minutes when Monica decided she couldn't stand the silence any longer, "So are you glad for the lull in action?"
"Yes and no." He told her, glancing at her quickly, then averting his attention to the road. "I like the relaxive state, however I miss the action."
"See, you're the type of person that loves being a cop because of the action." She told him, not fully realizing she was saying that aloud.
"Well aren't you?" He asked, as if the idea of a cop not liking action was ludicrous.
"Of course. I'm always up for action. But I don't need action to feel like I'm doing my job. Police awareness, you know?" She explained, "If often does more good because a cop is around so people are aware of that and don't do anything criminal, or at least what they think isn't illegal."
"I suppose." Bobby agreed then pulled into the driveway of the apartment complex that they shared. It was coincidence that they ended up in the same complex. Bobby had originally opted for Cory to move into the apartment two doors down from his, however she found a better offer. He couldn't blame her for taking it. At first, though, he hadn't been thrilled of having Monica Harper living so close to him. But soon he realized that Monica seemed to have settled down a bit, at least she didn't seem to be completely boy crazy anymore. And now, he almost found himself considering her a friend.
"Thanks again for the lift." She said as she grabbed her bag and hopped out of the jeep.
"No problem, it's not like I had to go far out of the way or anything." Bobby stated with humor. Monica, however, was already in the building and waved over her shoulder.
Bobby, shaking his head and giving a small smile, laughed and followed her.
His younger sister Teresa opened the door swiftly when he was just about to insert the apartment key into the lock. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the room. "Hurry!" She said in a state of semi-panic.
"Teresa? Jesus, what's wrong? You want to give me a heart attack or something?"
"I'm sorry," She moved to sit down on the sofa in their medium sized living room, "but this guy, Bryon, has been hanging around the apartment, but I don't want to talk to him."
Bobby frowned, "Why?"
Pausing, Teresa quickly thought, "He's not the kind of guy you'd want me to hang around with."
"Like that's ever stopped you before?" He said, now growing suspicious. "What's up, Teresa?"
Teresa's eyes grew wide, then quickly returned too normal. "Nothing is going on, Bobby. I just don't want to talk to Bryon and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't either."
Bobby shook his head and let it go with that. Eventually, he thought, I'll find out anyway.
She cringed as she walked past Russ's Harley Davidson bike on her way to the washer and dryer. She sorted her whites and his whites and then separated their colors. She was loading his whites into the washer when a cruel, yet too good to pass, she grabbed her favorite red bra and dropped it in with his white. Maybe, she mused, he'll learn to pick up his junk. After a few weeks of pink boxers and undershirts he'll get the message, she laughed.
Moving on from laundry, she attempted to tackle the dishes that littered their sink. This, she declared, is bull. Then, walking to her room, she left the dished for Russ to wash.
The sun was slowly starting to fade when Monica left the station. She was slightly disappointed, she had thought since things were quiet T.C. might pay more attention to her. Instead he stayed in his office talking with Cory for the better half of his shift. Now, grabbing her ADIDAS duffel bag, Monica tried to flag down Russ Granger for a ride but he didn't see him.
"Damn." She muttered, then her eyes brightened when she saw Bobby Cruz starting to pull up to the curb where she was standing. Next to his job and sister, Bobby's jeep was his prized possession. It was a brand new, black Jeep Wrangler, and fully loaded.
"Need a lift?" He asked lightly. Monica nodded and climbed in, first throwing her bag in the back, though.
"Thanks." She said, fastening her seatbelt. They were driving for a few minutes when Monica decided she couldn't stand the silence any longer, "So are you glad for the lull in action?"
"Yes and no." He told her, glancing at her quickly, then averting his attention to the road. "I like the relaxive state, however I miss the action."
"See, you're the type of person that loves being a cop because of the action." She told him, not fully realizing she was saying that aloud.
"Well aren't you?" He asked, as if the idea of a cop not liking action was ludicrous.
"Of course. I'm always up for action. But I don't need action to feel like I'm doing my job. Police awareness, you know?" She explained, "If often does more good because a cop is around so people are aware of that and don't do anything criminal, or at least what they think isn't illegal."
"I suppose." Bobby agreed then pulled into the driveway of the apartment complex that they shared. It was coincidence that they ended up in the same complex. Bobby had originally opted for Cory to move into the apartment two doors down from his, however she found a better offer. He couldn't blame her for taking it. At first, though, he hadn't been thrilled of having Monica Harper living so close to him. But soon he realized that Monica seemed to have settled down a bit, at least she didn't seem to be completely boy crazy anymore. And now, he almost found himself considering her a friend.
"Thanks again for the lift." She said as she grabbed her bag and hopped out of the jeep.
"No problem, it's not like I had to go far out of the way or anything." Bobby stated with humor. Monica, however, was already in the building and waved over her shoulder.
Bobby, shaking his head and giving a small smile, laughed and followed her.
His younger sister Teresa opened the door swiftly when he was just about to insert the apartment key into the lock. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the room. "Hurry!" She said in a state of semi-panic.
"Teresa? Jesus, what's wrong? You want to give me a heart attack or something?"
"I'm sorry," She moved to sit down on the sofa in their medium sized living room, "but this guy, Bryon, has been hanging around the apartment, but I don't want to talk to him."
Bobby frowned, "Why?"
Pausing, Teresa quickly thought, "He's not the kind of guy you'd want me to hang around with."
"Like that's ever stopped you before?" He said, now growing suspicious. "What's up, Teresa?"
Teresa's eyes grew wide, then quickly returned too normal. "Nothing is going on, Bobby. I just don't want to talk to Bryon and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't either."
Bobby shook his head and let it go with that. Eventually, he thought, I'll find out anyway.