Author's Note I do not own this movie or any of it's characters.
"Wow.what time is it?" Chris manages to say, sun shining on her face through the open blinds. She was still in her tight gray tank top and jeans. Then, she felt a hand on her side. Oh, it's just Jim, she thought to herself. Whoa. wait, it's Jim.
She turned to her left and realized that she had slept with Jim on the couch all night. Chris's head lay upon Jim's chest, while Jim had rested his head on his dog. Eliza lay curled up next to her mom. What is going on? It wasn't that late, was it? What time is it? What day is it?
Chris gently slid from under Jim's hand, and it fell upon the couch where an impression of Chris's body remained. Chris walked along the wall and looked through her bedroom door to see the clock on her bedside table. 10:27. In the morning? It must be; it is light out.
Chris walked back to couch where her entire life lay. Her entire life, she thought. Eliza was her world, and Jim was.. Jim was.. Jim. He meant something to her.
Chris made her way to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. The brew started to turn into coffee, and Jim awoke to the smell of it. The same questions that Chris had just thought arose in his mind. Where was he? He looked over to Eliza's small body lying close to his. Then, he looked across the room to the television he had watched the night before. I must be at Chris's.
"What time is it?" Jim arose, waking his dog that had become a comfy cushion through the night. The dog went over to the back door and started to scratch at it. Jim walked slowly across the room, rubbing his eyes still confused about his being there, and opened the door to let him out.
"10:30." Chris said from the kitchen over the brewing coffee. Jim looked over at her, still with a dazed look. She was still as beautiful as he last remembered. Realizing that this was quite awkward, he knew he should say something, witty, debonair, anything. "So did you slip something into my beer? I do not appreciate being taken advantage."
Jim's cocky, little boy smile appeared on his face. Chris giggled, not knowing what to say. She felt her face blush, something rare. Finally after a moment of deafening silence, Chris spoke.
"Do you remember being here very late? I didn't think it was that late. I don't remember falling asleep. I am so fucking confused."
"I have no idea what happened either. But whatever happened... happened I guess." Jim raised his eyebrows, giving the look like he knew more than he let on.
Jim dropped his act and slowly made his way around the counter to Chris's side. He gently wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her forehead. Jim then made his way back around and sat down at the kitchen table. He rolled up the bottom of his jeans and started looking at his shin. It was badly bruised and had at least 20 stitches. He could not work with this. He hated this. He refused to listen to the doctors when they were telling him all that they had done. If he didn't know, then it didn't matter.
"Jim, how are you feeling?" Chris pointed at his shin and started to walk over. She sat in the chair next to him and gently put his leg across her lap.
"I've been better, but it doesn't matter. I'm still gonna work. This wont stop me." Jim looked off, trying to look tough, but that was harder than it looked. He knew Chris wasn't going to buy it. She knew him too well.
Chris looked into Jim's eyes, searching for something. She did not know what to look for, another sign, she guessed. "What are you thinking?"
"How great you look in that top." Jim smiled that cocky, little boy smile. He laughed it off. "I don't know. What's gonna happen next?"
"What do you think is gonna happen?"
"We're gonna go to work, do our job, have some moments of awkward silence, date, the guys are gonna find out, joke around about it, things are gonna tempt us, and we have to decide what to do when we get there. First, lets make it through breakfast."
Chris leaned over and kissed Jim, knowing in his bizarre way of telling it, he was right. And to her it sounded fabulous.
Chris removed Jim's leg and walked over to the coffee pot. She pored to cups and walk back over to Jim setting the cup on the table in front of him. Jim smiled back and gulped down some, hoping to finally wake up completely. God, this is terrible, Jim kept his thoughts to himself and set the cup back down.
Chris and Jim's beepers started to go off, waking Eliza from her sleep. Chris walked over to the beepers, which where sitting next to each other on the coffee table. "Time to go, I guess. Jim, can you call the babysitter? The number is right next to the phone." Chris leaned over Eliza and kissed her forehead, just as Jim had kissed her.
Jim dial the number scribbled on a piece of paper with the name "Alyson" written on it.
"Hello.Alyson. Um, I need a babysitter." Jim sounded hesitant.
"Uhhh.. who is this?" the babysitter answered back.
"Yea, I'm Jim Street, a friend of Chris's..Eliza's mom."
"Oh, when do you need me?"
"Right away, if that's okay."
"Fine, I'll be right there."
Jim hung up the phone and realized that he sounded like a complete ass. He had just asked for a babysitter. Something he could say that he has never done before. Chris emerged from her room in jeans and another tank top, but this one was black. Quite different. Chris and Jim sat at the front door, waiting for the babysitter.
"How are you?" Jim smiled over to Chris, catching her eye.
"Fine." Chris's hand slowly moved over his back and slowly brought him into her body. He wrapped his arm around her and bent down slightly to kiss her. This was passionate, not your everyday kiss, but the kiss you see in movies, with actors that do have chemistry. It was short, yet felt like it lasted for minutes.
"Do you have your stuff at the locker room?" Chris managed to bring up slightly off the topic.
"It should be unless someone has moved it."
"Why is this so weird? I'm not like this usually. Why am I like this?" Chris seemed frustrated and shook her hands in disgust. Chris looked different; she looked nervous. Her hands started to sweat; the look in her eyes had changed. Jim smiled at Chris.
"Chris, come on!" Jim started to laugh. Chris's face turned red and she started to feel angry. "It's just me. It will always be just me. I'll always be prettier than you, but it's just me!" Chris started to laugh. She knew what he meant. "I know this is different. Hell, I never looked at one of my partners like I look at you, well maybe Box, but I swear nobody else. Don't worry. It will be fine, everything will work out. Plus, its just started, we got another 6 month of happiness and then a could 40 of bickering."
Chris felt relief. He was right. He made her feel so at home. Not even her mother made her feel at home like he did. This really feels right even if it had just started. The best things in life start fast. Good acrion movies, an interesting book, a great life. "This feels right. You know what I mean. Like this wont turn to shit."
"Yeah, I know." Jim pulled Chris towards him. She buried Her head into his shoulder. He gently kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her small body.
"Brake it up you two!" Eliza yelled from around the corner. Chris grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at her. Eliza giggled and ran up to them. Jim picked up her and twirled her around. Then, a car honked from in front of the house.
The babysitter finally drove up. Chris and Jim said their goodbyes to Eliza, and left in a flash. They were late once again. Chris pulled out her keys and they both got in.
Jim and Chris emerged into Hondo's office together. Hondo and Deke were there, already talking.
"Hey, you two. What took you guys so damn long?" Deke said sitting in a chair adjacent to Hondo's desk with a horrible smirk on his face. He knew. It was so clear that he knew.
"I had to wait for the damn babysitter. Hondo, why are we here?" Chris said with a stern face, clearly pissed off.
"You guys have to meet your new partners." Hondo smiled, a smile that was dubious.
A man walked up to the door and opened it. No one had seen him before. The mystery man was slender, dark haired and fair skinned.
"Guys, this is Mark Whitmire. Never been accepted to S.W.A.T. because he's on Fuller's shitlist. And you guys know that I like that. He'll be taking T.J.'s spot permanently."
"Why are you on Fuller's shitlist?" Jim asked, looking up at him from his chair.
"I'm a Red Sox fan and he is a Yankees fan." Mark answered back with a straight face. A slight smile came across his fate. Jim noticed this and was intrigued.
"No seriously man.why are you on his shitlist?"
"I had been on good turns with Fuller. Okay, I kissed some serious ass. I was a transfer and he told me off the first day so.. Lets say that we were okay with each other. I mistakenly agreed to watch the series were the Red Sox and the Yankees were against each other, this past fall. It was game 7; they were tied. The Yankees won. God damn that curse! Well, anyways I got a little heated and cursed out Fuller for being a Yankees fan. It was hysterical. His face was priceless. Well, it's been hell after that." Mark said all of this with a slight twang in his voice and a little smile across his face. He must be from the South. "I applied a few weeks after that. I was qualified, yet declined."
"So, you're serious about the whole Fuller hating you for being a Red Sox fan?"
Mark nodded it off. He was a nice guy. Southern gentleman with a love of baseball and pisses off Fuller. This sounded like a perfect candidate.
"So, let's get rid of the pleasantries and go train." Chris gets up from her chair eagerly.
"Hold up, Sanchez. We're not done." Hondo gave her a look like sit your ass back down. "Now, when it comes to the other position."
The door opened in perfect timing. There in the doorway stood Boxer, his mustache finely groomed. He smiled at the group. He walked in like nothing had happened and slightly limping. Yup, that was Boxer.
"Box, what are you doing here? They said it would be another few months before you could come back."
"It is, but I hated that hospital room. So, I an healing pretty fast and I need to build my strength back up, here with you guys, then with that damn trainer Fuller recommended. Fuller wants me to stay home and sit around and get healthy with some kind of nutritional trainer. Well, fuck that." Boxer smiled and tossed a piece of paper with a number on it on to the floor. He scratched his neck, making his wound clear to the group. His wound was very obvious. A huge "C" shaped scar was on his neck.
"So what are we gonna do till you are back for good?" Chris asked, looking at Jim and Deke's puzzled faces. She wasn't shocked. She saw the sneaky look in Hondo's eyes. Chris could read all these boys like a book.
"Will work with four." Hondo said standing from behind his desk. "It would be stupid for us to get a new guy for a month. Box is healing faster than anyone thought. He's a tough ass. He'll be back in no time. We managed to work with the three of you and another team. We can manage. I told Fuller about it. he's pissed." Hondo let out a giggle, well not a giggle, but a man giggle for Hondo. He was right, too. They wouldn't need a new guy at the rate Boxer was healing. Why bring someone in just to pull them back out in a month?
Now, this is confusing, Jim thought. But Box always was one tough bastard. He looks fine. I might be more injured than he was.
Boxer came up to Jim. They smiled and acknowledged each other with "the guy nod." They immediately start to talk about their battle wounds. Jim lifted his jeans showing his stitches. Mark walked over and pulled up his sleeve revealing a scar that lasted the length of his forearm and his personality.
Chris walked over to the boys and rolled her eyes. "Can we actually get down to work?"
Boxer looked at Jim, gave him a glance of "oh brother." "Um. aren't we already at work?"
"Don't bullshit with me."
"Okay. I can still whoop your ass even with this." Boxer pointed to his neck.
Chris raised her eyebrows, taking the challenge. Boxer shook his head and slightly laughed.
Chris got up from her chair and grabbed her bag. She started to usher everybody into the locker room. The squad was once again complete.
"Wow.what time is it?" Chris manages to say, sun shining on her face through the open blinds. She was still in her tight gray tank top and jeans. Then, she felt a hand on her side. Oh, it's just Jim, she thought to herself. Whoa. wait, it's Jim.
She turned to her left and realized that she had slept with Jim on the couch all night. Chris's head lay upon Jim's chest, while Jim had rested his head on his dog. Eliza lay curled up next to her mom. What is going on? It wasn't that late, was it? What time is it? What day is it?
Chris gently slid from under Jim's hand, and it fell upon the couch where an impression of Chris's body remained. Chris walked along the wall and looked through her bedroom door to see the clock on her bedside table. 10:27. In the morning? It must be; it is light out.
Chris walked back to couch where her entire life lay. Her entire life, she thought. Eliza was her world, and Jim was.. Jim was.. Jim. He meant something to her.
Chris made her way to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. The brew started to turn into coffee, and Jim awoke to the smell of it. The same questions that Chris had just thought arose in his mind. Where was he? He looked over to Eliza's small body lying close to his. Then, he looked across the room to the television he had watched the night before. I must be at Chris's.
"What time is it?" Jim arose, waking his dog that had become a comfy cushion through the night. The dog went over to the back door and started to scratch at it. Jim walked slowly across the room, rubbing his eyes still confused about his being there, and opened the door to let him out.
"10:30." Chris said from the kitchen over the brewing coffee. Jim looked over at her, still with a dazed look. She was still as beautiful as he last remembered. Realizing that this was quite awkward, he knew he should say something, witty, debonair, anything. "So did you slip something into my beer? I do not appreciate being taken advantage."
Jim's cocky, little boy smile appeared on his face. Chris giggled, not knowing what to say. She felt her face blush, something rare. Finally after a moment of deafening silence, Chris spoke.
"Do you remember being here very late? I didn't think it was that late. I don't remember falling asleep. I am so fucking confused."
"I have no idea what happened either. But whatever happened... happened I guess." Jim raised his eyebrows, giving the look like he knew more than he let on.
Jim dropped his act and slowly made his way around the counter to Chris's side. He gently wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her forehead. Jim then made his way back around and sat down at the kitchen table. He rolled up the bottom of his jeans and started looking at his shin. It was badly bruised and had at least 20 stitches. He could not work with this. He hated this. He refused to listen to the doctors when they were telling him all that they had done. If he didn't know, then it didn't matter.
"Jim, how are you feeling?" Chris pointed at his shin and started to walk over. She sat in the chair next to him and gently put his leg across her lap.
"I've been better, but it doesn't matter. I'm still gonna work. This wont stop me." Jim looked off, trying to look tough, but that was harder than it looked. He knew Chris wasn't going to buy it. She knew him too well.
Chris looked into Jim's eyes, searching for something. She did not know what to look for, another sign, she guessed. "What are you thinking?"
"How great you look in that top." Jim smiled that cocky, little boy smile. He laughed it off. "I don't know. What's gonna happen next?"
"What do you think is gonna happen?"
"We're gonna go to work, do our job, have some moments of awkward silence, date, the guys are gonna find out, joke around about it, things are gonna tempt us, and we have to decide what to do when we get there. First, lets make it through breakfast."
Chris leaned over and kissed Jim, knowing in his bizarre way of telling it, he was right. And to her it sounded fabulous.
Chris removed Jim's leg and walked over to the coffee pot. She pored to cups and walk back over to Jim setting the cup on the table in front of him. Jim smiled back and gulped down some, hoping to finally wake up completely. God, this is terrible, Jim kept his thoughts to himself and set the cup back down.
Chris and Jim's beepers started to go off, waking Eliza from her sleep. Chris walked over to the beepers, which where sitting next to each other on the coffee table. "Time to go, I guess. Jim, can you call the babysitter? The number is right next to the phone." Chris leaned over Eliza and kissed her forehead, just as Jim had kissed her.
Jim dial the number scribbled on a piece of paper with the name "Alyson" written on it.
"Hello.Alyson. Um, I need a babysitter." Jim sounded hesitant.
"Uhhh.. who is this?" the babysitter answered back.
"Yea, I'm Jim Street, a friend of Chris's..Eliza's mom."
"Oh, when do you need me?"
"Right away, if that's okay."
"Fine, I'll be right there."
Jim hung up the phone and realized that he sounded like a complete ass. He had just asked for a babysitter. Something he could say that he has never done before. Chris emerged from her room in jeans and another tank top, but this one was black. Quite different. Chris and Jim sat at the front door, waiting for the babysitter.
"How are you?" Jim smiled over to Chris, catching her eye.
"Fine." Chris's hand slowly moved over his back and slowly brought him into her body. He wrapped his arm around her and bent down slightly to kiss her. This was passionate, not your everyday kiss, but the kiss you see in movies, with actors that do have chemistry. It was short, yet felt like it lasted for minutes.
"Do you have your stuff at the locker room?" Chris managed to bring up slightly off the topic.
"It should be unless someone has moved it."
"Why is this so weird? I'm not like this usually. Why am I like this?" Chris seemed frustrated and shook her hands in disgust. Chris looked different; she looked nervous. Her hands started to sweat; the look in her eyes had changed. Jim smiled at Chris.
"Chris, come on!" Jim started to laugh. Chris's face turned red and she started to feel angry. "It's just me. It will always be just me. I'll always be prettier than you, but it's just me!" Chris started to laugh. She knew what he meant. "I know this is different. Hell, I never looked at one of my partners like I look at you, well maybe Box, but I swear nobody else. Don't worry. It will be fine, everything will work out. Plus, its just started, we got another 6 month of happiness and then a could 40 of bickering."
Chris felt relief. He was right. He made her feel so at home. Not even her mother made her feel at home like he did. This really feels right even if it had just started. The best things in life start fast. Good acrion movies, an interesting book, a great life. "This feels right. You know what I mean. Like this wont turn to shit."
"Yeah, I know." Jim pulled Chris towards him. She buried Her head into his shoulder. He gently kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her small body.
"Brake it up you two!" Eliza yelled from around the corner. Chris grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at her. Eliza giggled and ran up to them. Jim picked up her and twirled her around. Then, a car honked from in front of the house.
The babysitter finally drove up. Chris and Jim said their goodbyes to Eliza, and left in a flash. They were late once again. Chris pulled out her keys and they both got in.
Jim and Chris emerged into Hondo's office together. Hondo and Deke were there, already talking.
"Hey, you two. What took you guys so damn long?" Deke said sitting in a chair adjacent to Hondo's desk with a horrible smirk on his face. He knew. It was so clear that he knew.
"I had to wait for the damn babysitter. Hondo, why are we here?" Chris said with a stern face, clearly pissed off.
"You guys have to meet your new partners." Hondo smiled, a smile that was dubious.
A man walked up to the door and opened it. No one had seen him before. The mystery man was slender, dark haired and fair skinned.
"Guys, this is Mark Whitmire. Never been accepted to S.W.A.T. because he's on Fuller's shitlist. And you guys know that I like that. He'll be taking T.J.'s spot permanently."
"Why are you on Fuller's shitlist?" Jim asked, looking up at him from his chair.
"I'm a Red Sox fan and he is a Yankees fan." Mark answered back with a straight face. A slight smile came across his fate. Jim noticed this and was intrigued.
"No seriously man.why are you on his shitlist?"
"I had been on good turns with Fuller. Okay, I kissed some serious ass. I was a transfer and he told me off the first day so.. Lets say that we were okay with each other. I mistakenly agreed to watch the series were the Red Sox and the Yankees were against each other, this past fall. It was game 7; they were tied. The Yankees won. God damn that curse! Well, anyways I got a little heated and cursed out Fuller for being a Yankees fan. It was hysterical. His face was priceless. Well, it's been hell after that." Mark said all of this with a slight twang in his voice and a little smile across his face. He must be from the South. "I applied a few weeks after that. I was qualified, yet declined."
"So, you're serious about the whole Fuller hating you for being a Red Sox fan?"
Mark nodded it off. He was a nice guy. Southern gentleman with a love of baseball and pisses off Fuller. This sounded like a perfect candidate.
"So, let's get rid of the pleasantries and go train." Chris gets up from her chair eagerly.
"Hold up, Sanchez. We're not done." Hondo gave her a look like sit your ass back down. "Now, when it comes to the other position."
The door opened in perfect timing. There in the doorway stood Boxer, his mustache finely groomed. He smiled at the group. He walked in like nothing had happened and slightly limping. Yup, that was Boxer.
"Box, what are you doing here? They said it would be another few months before you could come back."
"It is, but I hated that hospital room. So, I an healing pretty fast and I need to build my strength back up, here with you guys, then with that damn trainer Fuller recommended. Fuller wants me to stay home and sit around and get healthy with some kind of nutritional trainer. Well, fuck that." Boxer smiled and tossed a piece of paper with a number on it on to the floor. He scratched his neck, making his wound clear to the group. His wound was very obvious. A huge "C" shaped scar was on his neck.
"So what are we gonna do till you are back for good?" Chris asked, looking at Jim and Deke's puzzled faces. She wasn't shocked. She saw the sneaky look in Hondo's eyes. Chris could read all these boys like a book.
"Will work with four." Hondo said standing from behind his desk. "It would be stupid for us to get a new guy for a month. Box is healing faster than anyone thought. He's a tough ass. He'll be back in no time. We managed to work with the three of you and another team. We can manage. I told Fuller about it. he's pissed." Hondo let out a giggle, well not a giggle, but a man giggle for Hondo. He was right, too. They wouldn't need a new guy at the rate Boxer was healing. Why bring someone in just to pull them back out in a month?
Now, this is confusing, Jim thought. But Box always was one tough bastard. He looks fine. I might be more injured than he was.
Boxer came up to Jim. They smiled and acknowledged each other with "the guy nod." They immediately start to talk about their battle wounds. Jim lifted his jeans showing his stitches. Mark walked over and pulled up his sleeve revealing a scar that lasted the length of his forearm and his personality.
Chris walked over to the boys and rolled her eyes. "Can we actually get down to work?"
Boxer looked at Jim, gave him a glance of "oh brother." "Um. aren't we already at work?"
"Don't bullshit with me."
"Okay. I can still whoop your ass even with this." Boxer pointed to his neck.
Chris raised her eyebrows, taking the challenge. Boxer shook his head and slightly laughed.
Chris got up from her chair and grabbed her bag. She started to usher everybody into the locker room. The squad was once again complete.