Hi Guys, I made a few silly mistakes in chapter 4 but I fixed it so if you
read chapter 4 b4 I uploaded this 1 well I suggest you read it over. If
not, ignore this and enjoy! Oh and PLEASE REVIEW. I'm not sure if anyone is
reading this so reassure me will ya? Cuz I have some other stories that I
can work on instead of wasting time with one that nobody reads. I could
just stop writing this. But I don't want to cuz I really like this story so
tell me if you do too. Luv y'all. CHASE
One week and six days after the fateful phone call Miranda's car absolutely refused to start. She just got a tune-up this was ridiculous. Maybe Jay was still inside. Jay was the officer/mechanic attached to the station. He not only fixed the squad cars when they were down but he also examined vehicles when they were involved in accidents or whenever they were rigged in homicide investigations. If anyone knew how to work with cars it was him. She went in search of him.
He did not, however have any good news for her. It appears as if her battery was dead. Totally dead, as in Jumper cables probably wouldn't work. What was that?... The battery was brand new? No matter it was still dead. His suggestion was to get a ride home..Nope he couldn't drop her as he was working a double shift tonight. Oh look there's Trent. Maybe he could drop her.
She looked up as Jay spotted him. Great. She hadn't spoken to him much after the teasing. He still had no idea how much he had hurt her. I t wasn't bad enough that she had to spend the better half of ten hours in his constant company but now she had to endure the drive to her house even if it was only fifteen minutes. She trudged up to him.
"My car is down. I need a ride." He tried to hide his smile at her rudeness.
"Then ask nicely." She shot him a murderous look and he thought it better to not pursue the matter. "Ok hop in."
They drove in silence the only sound coming from his CD player, the mellow sounds of India. Arie, her very first CD and Miranda's favorite. She didn't even know he liked soul music. She didn't comment on it though. As he pulled up to her building he turned to look at her. She tried to open the door but it was locked.
"Cut the crap Anderson, open the door."
"Wait, I wanna talk to you first." She realized that he wouldn't release her unless she gave in so she sighed and leaned back into the cream, leather interior. Come to think of it she didn't mind so much. this was a pretty nice car. He interrupted her thoughts. "You're leaving for four months tomorrow." He stopped. She was irritated. THAT was his big speech?
"No shit Sherlock." He laughed. Leave it to Miranda to speak her mind.
"There's more. I just think that we should probably do something to celebrate. Say tonight. Maybe I can pick you up at seven thirty?" HUH? Where did that come from? He read the confusion on her face. "C'mon Sanchez it doesn't have to be a date just two partners hanging out, but dress fancy." With that he unlocked the door and let her out in a daze. He was crazy it had to be. She shook her head. Trent just asked her out? NAH. She must have dreamt it. Bad sub-conscience.
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Later that night, as she settled into a TV marathon of I Love Lucy, her doorbell rang. Strange, Lizzie never rang. She had forgotten all about Trent's itinerary for the evening. The bell rang twice again.
" JUST OPEN THE DAMN DOOR WILL YA!" She was way too comfortable to leave the recliner and Lizzie knew her way around.
"Do you always invite men into your house without checking to see who first?" The deep warm voice wafted over to her. She looked up stunned to see Trent in a dark gray suit and silver shirt and tie. Her insides turned summersaults and she was pretty sure she was drooling. "Didn't I say to dress fancy?" She looked down at her own attire. She was in a light blue tank top and a pair of jogging shorts, standard sleepwear for her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Sanchez!" He said in an exasperated groan. "I told you, I'm taking you out no go get dressed will ya? We have reservations for eight thirty." He was serious that afternoon. Well.. .She didn't have anything better to do.. She might as well. She sighed and got off her chair and walked into the bedroom and adjoining bathroom, giving Trent free reign to snoop. He had been there only once before when she had first moved in. All the guys had pitched in to help her move. She had decorated the place really nice. Not really girly but in baby blues and yellows sponged all over the walls and complimentary paintings. He looked at the photos on the space saver. Mostly or her and her two best friends. There was one when she was alone though. It hung on the wall just above. She was sitting in a field with her knees up to her chin, her head tilted to the side. He took it down to further inspect it. She had her hair in curls and one had fallen into eyes. She had an unearthly glow, almost angelic and so very beautiful.
"Are you planning to rearrange my pictures or can we go now." He jumped and turned around to see her staring at him suspiciously. She was stunning in a sky blue strapless dress that reached just below her knee. There were beads of blue glass forming a fringe around her calves. They jingled slightly when she walked and he thought of the fairy Tinkerbell from Peter Pan.
They left the building making small talk about arrests and continued doing so on their drive to whichever restaurant he had chosen. When she asked him which restaurant, however her refused to tell her. She insisted on knowing, annoying him in the process.
"SANCHEZ! No offence but shut up! Jeez, most chicks would be checking out themselves in the rearview mirror or something. Why can't you act like a woman for once." She stared at him through narrowed eyes and through the corner of his own he could see her growing anger.
"Oh so now I'm not a woman?"
"I didn't say that." She ignored him.
"Just because I don't match up to your chauvinistic expectations I'm not a WOMAN!? Stop the car." By this time he was as angry and frustrated as she was and therefore granted her wish. He even voluntarily unlocked the door this time. "You know what Trent Anderson, you are an asshole and don't you ever forget it." She jumped out and slammed the door. It was only then she realized just how angry she really was. For what?! He jumped out after her.
"Sanchez, get back here!" He called. She only walked faster. He had to run to meet up to her. " What is your problem woman?!"
" Oh, I'm a woman now am I?" She kept on walking
"Yes! For crying out loud! You're a woman! You're a woman! YOU'RE A WOMAN!!!" He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. It never occurred to him to let go. It was as if something changed the instant he touched her. His face inched closer to hers as if pulled by a magnet. He got closer and closer, all the while thinking 'What am I doing?' She had the same confused look on her face but was also unable to stop the magic that drew them closer. Just then someone bumped into Trent, breaking the spell. Trent coughed nervously.
"We better get back to the car. We're late." Miranda followed him silently not daring to speak. The tension in the car now was definitely thick as they continued their journey to the restaurant desperately trying to ignore the other. Their furtive glances, however, testified to a losing battle. They pulled up to the exclusive Bon Appetit restaurant. Miranda was surprised and horrified. She hadn't brought enough money to pay for a meal here. Oh well, that's what credit cards are for. She didn't miss the opportunity to scold him, however.
"You could have told me we were coming here. I would have brought more mo-"
" SURPRISE!!!!!"
One week and six days after the fateful phone call Miranda's car absolutely refused to start. She just got a tune-up this was ridiculous. Maybe Jay was still inside. Jay was the officer/mechanic attached to the station. He not only fixed the squad cars when they were down but he also examined vehicles when they were involved in accidents or whenever they were rigged in homicide investigations. If anyone knew how to work with cars it was him. She went in search of him.
He did not, however have any good news for her. It appears as if her battery was dead. Totally dead, as in Jumper cables probably wouldn't work. What was that?... The battery was brand new? No matter it was still dead. His suggestion was to get a ride home..Nope he couldn't drop her as he was working a double shift tonight. Oh look there's Trent. Maybe he could drop her.
She looked up as Jay spotted him. Great. She hadn't spoken to him much after the teasing. He still had no idea how much he had hurt her. I t wasn't bad enough that she had to spend the better half of ten hours in his constant company but now she had to endure the drive to her house even if it was only fifteen minutes. She trudged up to him.
"My car is down. I need a ride." He tried to hide his smile at her rudeness.
"Then ask nicely." She shot him a murderous look and he thought it better to not pursue the matter. "Ok hop in."
They drove in silence the only sound coming from his CD player, the mellow sounds of India. Arie, her very first CD and Miranda's favorite. She didn't even know he liked soul music. She didn't comment on it though. As he pulled up to her building he turned to look at her. She tried to open the door but it was locked.
"Cut the crap Anderson, open the door."
"Wait, I wanna talk to you first." She realized that he wouldn't release her unless she gave in so she sighed and leaned back into the cream, leather interior. Come to think of it she didn't mind so much. this was a pretty nice car. He interrupted her thoughts. "You're leaving for four months tomorrow." He stopped. She was irritated. THAT was his big speech?
"No shit Sherlock." He laughed. Leave it to Miranda to speak her mind.
"There's more. I just think that we should probably do something to celebrate. Say tonight. Maybe I can pick you up at seven thirty?" HUH? Where did that come from? He read the confusion on her face. "C'mon Sanchez it doesn't have to be a date just two partners hanging out, but dress fancy." With that he unlocked the door and let her out in a daze. He was crazy it had to be. She shook her head. Trent just asked her out? NAH. She must have dreamt it. Bad sub-conscience.
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Later that night, as she settled into a TV marathon of I Love Lucy, her doorbell rang. Strange, Lizzie never rang. She had forgotten all about Trent's itinerary for the evening. The bell rang twice again.
" JUST OPEN THE DAMN DOOR WILL YA!" She was way too comfortable to leave the recliner and Lizzie knew her way around.
"Do you always invite men into your house without checking to see who first?" The deep warm voice wafted over to her. She looked up stunned to see Trent in a dark gray suit and silver shirt and tie. Her insides turned summersaults and she was pretty sure she was drooling. "Didn't I say to dress fancy?" She looked down at her own attire. She was in a light blue tank top and a pair of jogging shorts, standard sleepwear for her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Sanchez!" He said in an exasperated groan. "I told you, I'm taking you out no go get dressed will ya? We have reservations for eight thirty." He was serious that afternoon. Well.. .She didn't have anything better to do.. She might as well. She sighed and got off her chair and walked into the bedroom and adjoining bathroom, giving Trent free reign to snoop. He had been there only once before when she had first moved in. All the guys had pitched in to help her move. She had decorated the place really nice. Not really girly but in baby blues and yellows sponged all over the walls and complimentary paintings. He looked at the photos on the space saver. Mostly or her and her two best friends. There was one when she was alone though. It hung on the wall just above. She was sitting in a field with her knees up to her chin, her head tilted to the side. He took it down to further inspect it. She had her hair in curls and one had fallen into eyes. She had an unearthly glow, almost angelic and so very beautiful.
"Are you planning to rearrange my pictures or can we go now." He jumped and turned around to see her staring at him suspiciously. She was stunning in a sky blue strapless dress that reached just below her knee. There were beads of blue glass forming a fringe around her calves. They jingled slightly when she walked and he thought of the fairy Tinkerbell from Peter Pan.
They left the building making small talk about arrests and continued doing so on their drive to whichever restaurant he had chosen. When she asked him which restaurant, however her refused to tell her. She insisted on knowing, annoying him in the process.
"SANCHEZ! No offence but shut up! Jeez, most chicks would be checking out themselves in the rearview mirror or something. Why can't you act like a woman for once." She stared at him through narrowed eyes and through the corner of his own he could see her growing anger.
"Oh so now I'm not a woman?"
"I didn't say that." She ignored him.
"Just because I don't match up to your chauvinistic expectations I'm not a WOMAN!? Stop the car." By this time he was as angry and frustrated as she was and therefore granted her wish. He even voluntarily unlocked the door this time. "You know what Trent Anderson, you are an asshole and don't you ever forget it." She jumped out and slammed the door. It was only then she realized just how angry she really was. For what?! He jumped out after her.
"Sanchez, get back here!" He called. She only walked faster. He had to run to meet up to her. " What is your problem woman?!"
" Oh, I'm a woman now am I?" She kept on walking
"Yes! For crying out loud! You're a woman! You're a woman! YOU'RE A WOMAN!!!" He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. It never occurred to him to let go. It was as if something changed the instant he touched her. His face inched closer to hers as if pulled by a magnet. He got closer and closer, all the while thinking 'What am I doing?' She had the same confused look on her face but was also unable to stop the magic that drew them closer. Just then someone bumped into Trent, breaking the spell. Trent coughed nervously.
"We better get back to the car. We're late." Miranda followed him silently not daring to speak. The tension in the car now was definitely thick as they continued their journey to the restaurant desperately trying to ignore the other. Their furtive glances, however, testified to a losing battle. They pulled up to the exclusive Bon Appetit restaurant. Miranda was surprised and horrified. She hadn't brought enough money to pay for a meal here. Oh well, that's what credit cards are for. She didn't miss the opportunity to scold him, however.
"You could have told me we were coming here. I would have brought more mo-"
" SURPRISE!!!!!"