~Beginning of Chapter Three~
"So, how many candidate do we have?" Street asked as he took bite of his cheese pizza.
"About 25, and 15 are rookies," Hondo replied.
"So, 10, we know any of them?"
"David."
"Veggie boy?" Sanchez asked.
"How do you know him?" Street asked.
"He was my partner for a year, after two weeks I wanted to strangle him. At first, his politeness was nice, but then it just got so fucking annoying."
"Understandable."
"Yeah, he was even polite to the criminals."
"So I've heard."
"Do we really want this guy on the team?" Deke asked, contently eating his salad.
"Bet you to get along," Street replied, and Sanchez smiled at his comment, which sent Street's heart soaring.
"Good one," Sanchez said trying not to laugh.
"Alright, alright, so I'm a health freak, big deal," Deke replied defending himself.
"Come on, one slice of pizza."
"Sanchez, please, I'm trying to keep thin."
"Sorry, wouldn't want you to gain an ounce."
"Ha ha Sanchez ha ha."
"David isn't exactly SWAT," Street said breaking Deke's and Sanchez's conversation.
"He's got a point," Sanchez said.
"Alright, so David isn't exactly SWAT material, but he's good."
"And overly polite," Sanchez said cutting him off.
"Okay, so, maybe he's not what we're looking for."
"So, Sanchez where you headed?" Street asked as they walked out together.
"Home, Eliza's with my mom and I don't want her to brainwash my little girl," Sanchez replied, then added, "why?"
"I was just wondering if we could go over the files together."
"That would be great, why don't you come over around 6?"
"6:15."
"Okay, see you then."
"Yeah," Street replied escorting Sanchez to her car but he was able to play it off as if he were walking to his own car.
"Eliza, no!" Chris said as Eliza spilt a bowl full of soapy water on her by accident.
"Sorry mommy, I didn't mean to," Eliza said handing her mom a towel.
"its okay, mi hija. Go get ready for your bath."
"Okay," Eliza replied as she made her way to her room.
"Are you entering a wet t-shirt contest?" Chris's mother asked.
"No, Eliza just spilled some water on me," Chris replied as she cleaned up the water.
"You might wanna use this," her mom said as she grabbed the mop.
"Well, since it's in your hands why don't you just mop it up."
"Just like your father."
"Who'd you think thought me?"
There was a knock at the door, Sanchez tossed the wet towels into the sink and made her way to the door. She opened the door and there stood Street.
"Now that's an interesting way to greet someone at the door," Street said, Sanchez looked down at her shirt; her white lace bra was showing through.
"Eliza spilt some water," Sanchez replied as she and Street walked deeper into the house.
"I should thank her."
"I'll be back, just gotta change my shirt," she said as she made her way to her room.
"Who might you be?" Chris's mom asked looking Street over.
"Jim Street, I'm not SWAT with your daughter," Street replied, offering his hand. She took it, he has a good grip, Chris's mom observed, and as long as he keeps it off my daughter I'll have no problem with him.
"Okay, lets get started," Chris said as she placed the files on the kitchen table.
"What are you two doing?" Chris's mom asked as she began making coffee.
"We're reviewing files for new SWAT members," her daughter replied.
"Okay, well, I'm making some coffee, then I'm gonna help Eliza get ready for bed and make sure she finishes her homework."
"Thanks, she can watch TV when she's done."
"I'm not watching Monsters' Inc. again!"
"Hey, I've seen it 25 times."
"You're her mother, I'm her abuela, haven't I suffered enough?"
"No, mama, and you volunteered."
"I was being polite."
"Too late, mom."
"As if 18 years with you wasn't enough," she muttered as she made her way to Eliza's room.
"Heard that," Chris said opening the first file. "Mark Smith," she said aloud.
"Age 29, height 6'4", and he's been on the force for 7 years," Street added.
"He never applied for SWAT, wait, once he did."
"Yeah, Fuller couldn't find an open spot for him on a team."
"He was in the Marines."
"Good to know."
"How many files are there?"
"24 left."
"Do we have to read the rookie ones?"
----10:00 pm----
Chris's mom had already gone to bed, as well as Eliza, who made her abuela watch Monsters' Inc., again. Chris leaned across the table to grab o file, and in the process she was giving Jim a very nice view of her cleavage. He moved his eyes away but before getting a good view of her 'girls'; he opened a file and put it right in front of his face to abstract his view. "How many more files?" Chris asked opening the file.
"10," Street replied, he was trying to recompose himself.
"Great, why don't we just finish them tomorrow?"
"Good idea, probably got more done than Hondo or Deke."
"Yeah, you're right. I better be going to bed," Chris replied as she stretched her arms over her head, which cause her shirt to go half way up her abdomen. God, you're killing me, he thought to himself. "See you tomorrow, Street."
"Yeah," Street replied, gathering his files. They walked to the front door together, Sanchez opened the door and he walked out, "Bye Sanchez."
"Bye Street," Chris said as she closed the door.
End of Chapter Three
~*~
"So, how many candidate do we have?" Street asked as he took bite of his cheese pizza.
"About 25, and 15 are rookies," Hondo replied.
"So, 10, we know any of them?"
"David."
"Veggie boy?" Sanchez asked.
"How do you know him?" Street asked.
"He was my partner for a year, after two weeks I wanted to strangle him. At first, his politeness was nice, but then it just got so fucking annoying."
"Understandable."
"Yeah, he was even polite to the criminals."
"So I've heard."
"Do we really want this guy on the team?" Deke asked, contently eating his salad.
"Bet you to get along," Street replied, and Sanchez smiled at his comment, which sent Street's heart soaring.
"Good one," Sanchez said trying not to laugh.
"Alright, alright, so I'm a health freak, big deal," Deke replied defending himself.
"Come on, one slice of pizza."
"Sanchez, please, I'm trying to keep thin."
"Sorry, wouldn't want you to gain an ounce."
"Ha ha Sanchez ha ha."
"David isn't exactly SWAT," Street said breaking Deke's and Sanchez's conversation.
"He's got a point," Sanchez said.
"Alright, so David isn't exactly SWAT material, but he's good."
"And overly polite," Sanchez said cutting him off.
"Okay, so, maybe he's not what we're looking for."
"So, Sanchez where you headed?" Street asked as they walked out together.
"Home, Eliza's with my mom and I don't want her to brainwash my little girl," Sanchez replied, then added, "why?"
"I was just wondering if we could go over the files together."
"That would be great, why don't you come over around 6?"
"6:15."
"Okay, see you then."
"Yeah," Street replied escorting Sanchez to her car but he was able to play it off as if he were walking to his own car.
"Eliza, no!" Chris said as Eliza spilt a bowl full of soapy water on her by accident.
"Sorry mommy, I didn't mean to," Eliza said handing her mom a towel.
"its okay, mi hija. Go get ready for your bath."
"Okay," Eliza replied as she made her way to her room.
"Are you entering a wet t-shirt contest?" Chris's mother asked.
"No, Eliza just spilled some water on me," Chris replied as she cleaned up the water.
"You might wanna use this," her mom said as she grabbed the mop.
"Well, since it's in your hands why don't you just mop it up."
"Just like your father."
"Who'd you think thought me?"
There was a knock at the door, Sanchez tossed the wet towels into the sink and made her way to the door. She opened the door and there stood Street.
"Now that's an interesting way to greet someone at the door," Street said, Sanchez looked down at her shirt; her white lace bra was showing through.
"Eliza spilt some water," Sanchez replied as she and Street walked deeper into the house.
"I should thank her."
"I'll be back, just gotta change my shirt," she said as she made her way to her room.
"Who might you be?" Chris's mom asked looking Street over.
"Jim Street, I'm not SWAT with your daughter," Street replied, offering his hand. She took it, he has a good grip, Chris's mom observed, and as long as he keeps it off my daughter I'll have no problem with him.
"Okay, lets get started," Chris said as she placed the files on the kitchen table.
"What are you two doing?" Chris's mom asked as she began making coffee.
"We're reviewing files for new SWAT members," her daughter replied.
"Okay, well, I'm making some coffee, then I'm gonna help Eliza get ready for bed and make sure she finishes her homework."
"Thanks, she can watch TV when she's done."
"I'm not watching Monsters' Inc. again!"
"Hey, I've seen it 25 times."
"You're her mother, I'm her abuela, haven't I suffered enough?"
"No, mama, and you volunteered."
"I was being polite."
"Too late, mom."
"As if 18 years with you wasn't enough," she muttered as she made her way to Eliza's room.
"Heard that," Chris said opening the first file. "Mark Smith," she said aloud.
"Age 29, height 6'4", and he's been on the force for 7 years," Street added.
"He never applied for SWAT, wait, once he did."
"Yeah, Fuller couldn't find an open spot for him on a team."
"He was in the Marines."
"Good to know."
"How many files are there?"
"24 left."
"Do we have to read the rookie ones?"
----10:00 pm----
Chris's mom had already gone to bed, as well as Eliza, who made her abuela watch Monsters' Inc., again. Chris leaned across the table to grab o file, and in the process she was giving Jim a very nice view of her cleavage. He moved his eyes away but before getting a good view of her 'girls'; he opened a file and put it right in front of his face to abstract his view. "How many more files?" Chris asked opening the file.
"10," Street replied, he was trying to recompose himself.
"Great, why don't we just finish them tomorrow?"
"Good idea, probably got more done than Hondo or Deke."
"Yeah, you're right. I better be going to bed," Chris replied as she stretched her arms over her head, which cause her shirt to go half way up her abdomen. God, you're killing me, he thought to himself. "See you tomorrow, Street."
"Yeah," Street replied, gathering his files. They walked to the front door together, Sanchez opened the door and he walked out, "Bye Sanchez."
"Bye Street," Chris said as she closed the door.
End of Chapter Three
~*~