Complicated Ch.11

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Emily sat up from her bed, her peaceful slumber disrupted interrupted by the ring of her phone. She started at the piece of technology with distaste, and considered unplugging it, but thoughts of a family emergency forced her to pick up the receiver. " Hello."

" EMILY YOU AWAKE!"

The shouting caused her to pull away from the phone, and patted her ears hopping they would calm the ringing in her head. " Shut up."

"EMILY IT'S ALEXIS."

" I know who you are but why are you screaming at me?"  She waited fir, the answer and narrowed her eyes, when she heard her friend laugh." What's so funny?"

" Nothing, I got just a got a call from an Office Harris, he says that my client has been brought in again, and is asking for me."

" So why are you calling me?" It was a stupid question she, and as soon as it left her mouth she realized it, but at 3 in the morning she didn't care how dumb she sounded.

" Because the client is one Carlos Gomez, who if I remember correctly is your client, so I'm calling you." " Because when someone wakes me up at 2:57 am, I wake up all those responsible, so I suggest you make tracks to the Precinct and spring your client."

" Is this your not so subtle way of punishing my impulsive nature?"

" YES!" " Now, I expect a full report later on today, and be careful the roads are wet."

" Fine."  Swinging her legs out of her bed, Emily tries to adjust her eyes to the pre-dawn light. " See ya later." She hung up the phone, and began walking toward her bathroom muttering about the 'respect for office hours'.

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Jagger looked in the mirror and once again cursed his bad luck. Things were going okay, but only if you left out the part where he keep getting saddled with Emily Quartermaine. In the three weeks that had passed since their elevator ride, each and every time they had encountered each other, she came away the victor. From Jaywalking to Arson, the girl seemed to have the market corned on the perfect plea or precedent to get her client off, and now they were back to the man that started it all.

Carlos Gomez had just been picked up again; this time however it was serious, this time the victim had been shot, and was now in critical condition over at Mercy. Mac Scorpio had called him personally at 2: 55 am to 'request his presence' at the scene. The only good thing about this call was that he'd finally get to see Emily without her faithful companion Lucky Spencer.

He hand clenched at as his remembered the sight at Luke's weeks ago. He had known that she was there; even in the bar filled with people he could smell her, the French Vanilla stood out, and drew him to her. Unfortunately she had been other wise occupied, with Lucky Spencer.

Flashback

All he wanted was a beer, a beer and maybe brain transplant. All he really knew was that he needed something, something to reign in his libido that was still craving Emily Quartermaine, something to remind him how inappropriate he's attraction to her was, anything to save him from caring for someone so far out of his league. 

He sat down at the bar, trying to get the attention of the bartender when a voice from the past stopped his movement.

" JAGGER CATES."

He turned to the voice, and smiled Luke Spencer was always entertaining. " Mr. Spencer."

The older man turned and looked around the room, before looking back at him, with a deadpanned expression. " You can't be speaking to me, cause I have never in my life answered to it." " Even the Judge calls me Luke."

" Okay, Luke."

" That's better, I heard you were back in town, come to beat up A.J. again." The smirk was half serious, and made Jagger wondered what Quartermaine had done to upset Spencer, but remembering how obnoxious he was when they fought, he dismissed it, he couldn't really imagine anyone that did like the guy.

" Nah, just here to get a new start."

" I also heard that you're a cop." Luke picked up a near by glass and started cleaning it, looking at the other man through his lashes as he spoke. "You're lucky I like ya, I don't usually serve Port Chuckles Finest."

Jagger was about to reply when the smell hit him, Vanilla, French Vanilla more accurately, she was here in this room. He zeroed in on the scent and his eyes followed, she was sitting at corner table talking to her friend Lucky, and then like a jigsaw puzzle it clicked into place. It felt strange; he hadn't really placed the Lucky from the elevator with the same kid he seen running around Kelly's with Sly Eckert, but he remembered everything about the kid now. He liked Lucky, taught to him and his cousin how to shadow box, snuck them extra cookies, even when Ruby said no.

Right now, he wanted to punch the kid, because right now that guy was cupping Emily's face in his hands and moving in to kiss her.

" Well Hot Damn."  Jagger broke his eyes away and looked at the owner, Luke had a smile that could only be seen as victorious. " That is a sight, I have waited years to see."

" Really?" He listened vaguely wondering why Emily, had yet to break the kiss.

" Yeah, I hate to tip my hand, but if things go well, I'm hoping to have Little Darlin' as my daughter-in law."

The comment snapped him to attention, Luke caught the startled look, and Jagger rushed to cover it." Little Darlin'?"

" Yeah, a little nickname I gave Emily, you know Emily Quartermaine right?" Luke tipped his head to the side thoughtfully. " I think you were still in town when she arrived, the very best of the Quartermaines, and don't you let them tell you anything else."

Jagger turned back to the couple, and gazed longing at the brunette as she gave her companion a small smile. " Yeah I think, I'm figuring that out on my own."

Jagger buried the memory away, and looked around his surrounding, somehow he managed to get to the garage without even realizing it. He moved toward his car, and began unlocking the door.

" WHERE THE HELL IS MY CAR."

Emily stood in front space number 6, and stared at the empty spot her eyes wide in horror, how did she lose a car. It wasn't like it was small, her grandfather had been insistent that she get a sturdy safe vehicle, which was how she ended up with the Blue Jeep Liberty, that was now missing form it's spot." How the hell do I explain this?"

" Problems Emily? "

The groan was audible, as she turned and caught his grin. " No Det. Cates I'm just staring at my empty parking space wondering what color to paint it." " Of course there's a problem, my cars missing." She took out her cell phone, but paused unsure of whom to call, when she saw a message on the display confirming that she had one new message, she pressed the center button and waiting as it called her mailbox.

"Em, its Jason." " I tried to reach you at home, but you didn't answer, I'm calling to let you know that I'm taking your Jeep." " I got a guy that can make those improvements that we talked about, he should be done by tomorrow morning, but I'll be there early to pick you up for work anyway." " I'll see ya at six."

Not bothering to save or delete the message, and instead just stares at the empty space. " Alexis is going to kill me."

" Emily, do you want me to get a patrol car over here?"

" No, Jason has it." She meets his eyes, and noticed how they narrow at her brother's name. " He getting it fixed, I must have forgotten when he told me."

" Oh, well if you're headed to the crime scene, I could give you a ride." 

She stopped with the phone raised to her ear, already searching her brain for Jason's number. It was very tempting, not because it was just her and Jagger alone in his small car, but because it meant she wouldn't have to wake Jason or take a cab, or at least that's what she told herself." Sure, why not."  

Of course once she was seated securely in Black Thunderbird, she knew how wrong she was the small car, seemed to shrink smaller, as soon as her large companion sunk into the car.

Seeing the look on regret on Emily's face, Jagger gave a sympathetic smile. " Cheer up Emily, it's only a twenty minute ride."

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Preview

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