S.W.A.T 2
RESUME PLAY
Disclaimer: I do not own SWAT or any of the characters except my own and the plot. Dedicated to my loyal team mates.
Jim Street lay in his bed thinking about what had happened over the last 24hrs from T.J McCabe's betrayal and suicide to the un-compromising end of his ex-best friend Brian Gamble.
A sudden bark from his German Sheppard, Chopper, jolted Jim back to reality, he looked over to his alarm clock which read 4:30 am. 'Well, time to face another day.' Street thought. He closed his eyes and watched Gamble's death flash before him yet again.
Swimming in the cold water of the sea cleared Street's head and brought him to the decision that it wasn't his fault as such but he'd probably be blaming himself again pretty soon. Chopper was barking loudly on shore waiting for his master to come back. Noticing the dog's distress, Jim body surfed his way to shore using all of his muscles to stay with the first wave that came up. Reaching the sand Jim stood up and gave his head a casual shake to at least get some of the sea water off. He then continued walking along the beach and when he reached chopper he gave the dog a playful rub.
Jogging back to his apartment Street could feel the wind and sand particles whipping his tanned skin making it red from both the chill and the small grains of sand. The tattoos on Jim's body showed how reckless he was, as a navy SEAL, with Gamble. 'Great, another memory' Street cringed. He continued jogging, quickening his pace to a run until he reached his apartment with Chopper in toe. Quenching his thirst with a bottle of water Street went out onto his balcony and started punching the shit out of a punching bag which was conveniently placed out there.
Drenched in his own sweat Street went to have a shower. Getting out of the shower Street looked at himself in the mirror. 'Come on Jim it was their choice and therefore not your fault.Get on with your life.' His sub- conscious yelled and so he obeyed it, he shaved, gelled his hair, got changed into a black tee and blue jeans and then left for work seeing as how it was now nearly eight thirty.
Parking his car in the police car park Jim locked it and headed for the locker room where no doubt either Deke or Chris would be.hopefully because at the moment he didn't exactly want to be alone. Entering the locker room Jim immediately saw what used to be T.J's locker but it was now open and empty, staring straight into him. 'Whoa, know who's being paranoid Jimmy' Jim startled himself with that comment that he made about himself. "YO STREET!" a familiar voice brought him out of his thoughts and he whipped around to see Deke standing there with a weird look on his face which made Street feel suspicious. "Hey Deke. why are you looking at me like that?" Jim questioned. "No reason, just thinking about what happened yesterday" He shook his head. "Yeah, I know how you feel." Street sighed. The two guys sat down on the bench that was behind them and stayed there in silence.
"Hey guys, Street! Deke! Get your lazy asses up and off that bench!" Sanchez did her best Hondo impression which made both guys snap out of their dream like state and stare up at her. "Oh, Hey Chris" Street managed to get out. "Yeah, Hey" Deke added. Chris went into her locker room which was actually the storeroom cupboard that had a piece of masking tape on it which read: Ladies Locker Room. She came out five minutes later in her uniform and ready to go.
"How can you be so.so normal after a time like this, I mean for Christ's sake, you were shot yesterday!" Jim yelled. Chris turned on her heel and looked at him. "Look what happens in the past is the past, so get on with your life and also this is a flesh wound, nothing a bandage and some antiseptic can't take care of. MOVE ON" Sanchez spat at him. Street was astonished that one woman could make him feel that small but it also sent a message to his brain 'She's right you've got to move on' "You're right we have to move on, come on we should go wait for Hondo in the de-briefing room." Street started his new outlook about what had happened recently and started moving on and letting the past be the past. Chris looked at him in awe; he had actually taken her advice. Deke shook his head in disbelief of what had just happened but followed his lead because after all Sanchez was right they did need to move on not just individually but also as a team.
RESUME PLAY
Disclaimer: I do not own SWAT or any of the characters except my own and the plot. Dedicated to my loyal team mates.
Jim Street lay in his bed thinking about what had happened over the last 24hrs from T.J McCabe's betrayal and suicide to the un-compromising end of his ex-best friend Brian Gamble.
A sudden bark from his German Sheppard, Chopper, jolted Jim back to reality, he looked over to his alarm clock which read 4:30 am. 'Well, time to face another day.' Street thought. He closed his eyes and watched Gamble's death flash before him yet again.
Swimming in the cold water of the sea cleared Street's head and brought him to the decision that it wasn't his fault as such but he'd probably be blaming himself again pretty soon. Chopper was barking loudly on shore waiting for his master to come back. Noticing the dog's distress, Jim body surfed his way to shore using all of his muscles to stay with the first wave that came up. Reaching the sand Jim stood up and gave his head a casual shake to at least get some of the sea water off. He then continued walking along the beach and when he reached chopper he gave the dog a playful rub.
Jogging back to his apartment Street could feel the wind and sand particles whipping his tanned skin making it red from both the chill and the small grains of sand. The tattoos on Jim's body showed how reckless he was, as a navy SEAL, with Gamble. 'Great, another memory' Street cringed. He continued jogging, quickening his pace to a run until he reached his apartment with Chopper in toe. Quenching his thirst with a bottle of water Street went out onto his balcony and started punching the shit out of a punching bag which was conveniently placed out there.
Drenched in his own sweat Street went to have a shower. Getting out of the shower Street looked at himself in the mirror. 'Come on Jim it was their choice and therefore not your fault.Get on with your life.' His sub- conscious yelled and so he obeyed it, he shaved, gelled his hair, got changed into a black tee and blue jeans and then left for work seeing as how it was now nearly eight thirty.
Parking his car in the police car park Jim locked it and headed for the locker room where no doubt either Deke or Chris would be.hopefully because at the moment he didn't exactly want to be alone. Entering the locker room Jim immediately saw what used to be T.J's locker but it was now open and empty, staring straight into him. 'Whoa, know who's being paranoid Jimmy' Jim startled himself with that comment that he made about himself. "YO STREET!" a familiar voice brought him out of his thoughts and he whipped around to see Deke standing there with a weird look on his face which made Street feel suspicious. "Hey Deke. why are you looking at me like that?" Jim questioned. "No reason, just thinking about what happened yesterday" He shook his head. "Yeah, I know how you feel." Street sighed. The two guys sat down on the bench that was behind them and stayed there in silence.
"Hey guys, Street! Deke! Get your lazy asses up and off that bench!" Sanchez did her best Hondo impression which made both guys snap out of their dream like state and stare up at her. "Oh, Hey Chris" Street managed to get out. "Yeah, Hey" Deke added. Chris went into her locker room which was actually the storeroom cupboard that had a piece of masking tape on it which read: Ladies Locker Room. She came out five minutes later in her uniform and ready to go.
"How can you be so.so normal after a time like this, I mean for Christ's sake, you were shot yesterday!" Jim yelled. Chris turned on her heel and looked at him. "Look what happens in the past is the past, so get on with your life and also this is a flesh wound, nothing a bandage and some antiseptic can't take care of. MOVE ON" Sanchez spat at him. Street was astonished that one woman could make him feel that small but it also sent a message to his brain 'She's right you've got to move on' "You're right we have to move on, come on we should go wait for Hondo in the de-briefing room." Street started his new outlook about what had happened recently and started moving on and letting the past be the past. Chris looked at him in awe; he had actually taken her advice. Deke shook his head in disbelief of what had just happened but followed his lead because after all Sanchez was right they did need to move on not just individually but also as a team.