*******************AUTHOR'S NOTES***********************
Hey guys, next chapter up! Thanks for taking your time to read and review. I really do APPRECIATE it! I LOVE reviews, the bad ones hurt worse than good but I still like getting them. Let's me know that ppl are reading and like what they're reading. Well anyway I apologize for grammar problems in the first chapter and this one, sometimes I accidentally press a wrong button and my spell check doesn't catch it so sorry!
Keep R/R fanz of S.W.A.T./ AND OR COLIN FARRELL!!!
GOSH I LOVE THAT MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dedicated to- the wonderful man who played the character of Jim Street and the rest of the cast for doing such a great job making the movie AWESOME! And the characters were casted PERFECTLY, especially Brian Gamble, Jeremy Renner……..you're a great bad guy, and kinda cute but not cuter than Colin!!;)
Onto the chapter!
*****************************NATASHA************************
Chris fidgeted with her fingers, trying to find something to make Jim feel better.
"I'm sorry." Chris began, catching Jim's attention.
"About Gamble and that whole situation." Chris said finally meeting eyes with him. Jim smiled weakly.
"It's ok, it's when people keep bringing it up and making me remember is when it hurts." Jim admitted.
Chris heard people walking and in response she turned around to see who was coming. Seeing Hondo, Deke, T.J, and Boxer she sighed and jumped off the table and began walking towards them.
"Yo, what's goin' on guys?" Chris asked getting close to Hondo.
"Well another training day Sanchez, take this." Hondo said handing Chris a gun, which she took.
Hondo then looked at Jim, whose back was to him.
"Go over there and get suited up with equipment." Hondo ordered walking up to Jim who continued to look out into the streets, not paying attention to anything.
"Something wrong Street?" Hondo asked standing beside him, putting his hands on his hips.
Jim looked down at the grass.
"No sir." he answered. Hondo continued eyeing him.
"You wouldn't be lying to me now would ya Street?" Hondo asked not believing him.
Jim then hopped off the table and faced Hondo.
"No sir." he answered again. Hondo looked him over and smirked.
"Alright, let's go." he said motioning him over to the rest of the team.
Jim grinned and followed Hondo over to the rest.
Suddenly Hondo grabbed Jim and wrapped hi right arm around the man's throat. Hondo then jabbed the nozzle of the gun right underneath of his cheek, into his neck. Jim clutched Hondo's arm that went around his throat and clenched his teeth together in frustration, he couldn't move, Hondo had a good grip.
"Ok, I'm giving ya'll 10 seconds to spread out and communicate and try to get your fellow S.W.A.T. member out of being a hostage. The guns I gave you are paintball guns, including mine. Go. 10 seconds, now!" Hondo said closing his eyes and turning around so Jim couldn't see either.
"Go, GO!" Jim heard T.J bark at the rest of them.
After Hondo got to 10, he opened his eyes, his sharp and experienced eyes scanning the area, checking any movement.
"IF YOU ALL DON'T MEET MY DEMANDS, THIS OFFICER IS DEAD!" Hondo shouted as loud as he could, making himself sound like a bad guy.
Chris crawled over behind a large obstacle where Deke was.
"Deke, what are we gonna do?" Chris whispered.
"I dunno man, we can't really do anything, but look I found a caterpillar, ain't it cute?" Deke asked smiling pointing it out to Chris.
"Man I bet my kids would LOVE to take that thing apart." Deke said shaking his head and smiling thinking about his kids.
Chris scrunched her nose up, raised an eyebrow and looked at Deke weirdly. T.J hid behind a large cardboard cutout and did numerous hand signals to Boxer, asking him what they could do. In response Boxer shrugged. T.J groaned, rolling his eyes as he just turned and took a shot. Hondo saw it coming and dogged it, the paintball barely missing Jim's bicep.
"That's it." Hondo growled and the pulled the trigger.
The paintball came out of the gun and instantly splattered, paint flying everywhere. Hondo pushed Jim to the ground, falling chest first, hitting the grass. T.J., Boxer, Chris, and Deke heard the shot and peered around whatever they were hiding behind. They saw Jim on the ground, hearing him cough, considering a paintball just hit him in the side of the neck, and Hondo shaking his head sadly.
"Congratulations, you just killed Jim Street." Hondo shouted ashamed.
"Get you're butts out here." Hondo ordered.
Hondo watched the team creep out of their hiding spots and walk over to them. Hondo glanced down at Jim who was wiping paint off his neck then looked back at the others.
"If that were a real situation, and I was a real terriost, and that was a real gun, Mr. Street would be dead. Now how do you feel?" Hondo asked holding out a hand for him to take which he did and Hondo helped him up.
Then threw him a towel.
"Well that wasn't fair, we didn't get to prepare or-"
"Prepare? Ha! Boxer, there might come a situation where you can't prepare. What happens if we all hangin; out, getting our drink on or something' and some guy pulls out a gun and takes Jim hostage? Or me? Or Chris? Or anyone? What are you gonna do? You need to learn how to react to a situation like that. Now all of you, I want 50 push ups starting now, go!" Hondo shouted and as a result all of them hit the ground and started doing push ups.
The hours passed by quickly and the busy day of work finally ended. Deke, T.J, Jim, Chris, and Boxer walked into the locker room at 8:45 pm.
"Man Street, I can not believe you made that shot, dead on, right in the middle of that quarter that far away. Clear up on that hill." Deke said changing his shirt.
"Hey I made it too." T.J answered.
"Yeah, after 20 tries moron, Jim did his on his first try." Chris answered.
"Yeah, well I have the cage to thank for that." Jim said smiling looking over at Boxer.
"Turns out being a 'gun bunny' makes you an excellent marksman," Jim added smiling as if he were talking to Boxer, who rolled his eyes at the comment.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door, causing everyone to look over, all smiles faded when they saw Fuller.
"Have fun training?" Fuller asked in a tone hinting that he didn't really want them to answer or he cared.
"Blast." Deke said smiling.
Fuller rolled his eyes and then glared at Street.
"Street." he barked. Street looked at him in response.
"My office." Fuller ordered and walked off.
Jim sighed as he looked down at the floor, great as if his day didn't start off badly now he gets to end it with Fuller chewing him about something, he didn't know what, but every time he said 'my office' it was never a good thing for Jim Street.
"Ohh." T.J said grinning.
Jim allowed himself to smile as he changed his shirt to a black t-shirt, identical to the last only a different color.
"What'd you do now Street? Sleep with the wrong man's daughter?" Boxer asked.
Jim only continued to smile.
"Well you know, people make mistakes." Jim finalized as he got his wallet, glasses, and keys.
"Some more than others." Boxer commentated.
"Yup, dating your sister was one of mine." Jim said smiling, closed his locker, and walked out of the room.
Deke stopped Boxer dead in his tracks as Boxer made a notion to follow him and take a swing at him.
Jim walked down the empty halls of the building, most had already went home for the evening. Jim popped a piece of gum into his mouth as he walked, took a right and knocked on the closed door.
"Come in." Fuller said.
Jim opened the door and to his amazement found a lady sitting in one of the two chairs in front of Fuller's desk.
"Am I interrupting?" Jim asked looking from the woman to Fuller.
"No Street, please have a seat." Fuller said pointing at the chair.
"Jim, this is Angie Walters, Mrs. Walters meet Jim Street." Fuller introduced.
Jim smiled at her and shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you." he said then sat down.
"Likewise." she said back.
"Um, Jim, you have seen Mrs. Walters before, right?" Fuller asked hinting him that he knew that woman.
Jim looked at Fuller, giving a panic face telling him he had no clue. Jim cleared his throat, becoming nervous and embarrassed, anyway though he looked at Angie, trying to remember her face.
Suddenly something snapped in his brain. Flashes of that dreaded day that changed his life flew through his brain, as if he was seeing it happen all over again.
"Yeah." Jim said still day dreaming the event, the pointed at her.
"Yeah, I do remember you, you're the woman that was being held hostage on um….July 22nd." Jim said recognizing her.
The woman grinned and nodded in agreement.
"How are you doing? How's the arm?" Jim asked.
"Fine, thank you. I am doing fine." she answered.
"Good." Jim said. Angie looked at Fuller and pointed at Jim.
"Is he the one…" She asked confused.
Fuller shook his head no.
"Oh, he's the other one that stayed with me until the paramedics came. Well then it is a pleasure." she said happily.
Jim smirked.
"I apologize for not recognizing you, you and the other man were both dressed the same way and I couldn't really see your face behind those glasses and helmets." she said smiling.
"Understandable." he said.
"I just came down here to inform Mr. Fuller here how much money he's going to have to give to the judge." she said.
"Huh?" Jim said that line totally taking him off guard.
"Didn't you hear dear, I sued the city for the injury that I received in that bank hold up." she said.
Jim looked at Fuller who DID NOT wear a happy face. Jim shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat again.
"You're actually suing the city?" Jim asked not believing his ears.
"Yes, I was shot by a police man." she said not believing he wasn't understanding why she was suing.
"But you could have been killed by that man, my partner saved you from taking a bullet in the head." he said starting to get angry.
"Excuse me young man, you are a trained S.W.A.T. member, and so wasn't your partner, you should have better marksmen than that. I am sure he could have killed the man without shooting me." the woman said getting a little aggravated too.
"Even though we ARE trained S.W.A.T. members mame, that doesn't give us the right to hit the target EVERY time, we're humans too, we miss." Jim said.
"Street!" Fuller said standing up and walking over to him.
Jim stood up and Fuller pulled to the other side of the room, looked at the lady then back at Jim.
"How you are treating this woman is unacceptable." Fuller hissed at him as quietly as he could.
"I'm just voicing my opinion. Fuller you know that we-"
"Captain Fuller." he hissed back.
Jim inhaled deeply trying to control his anger.
"Captain Fuller." he corrected himself.
"Thank you, now I want you to sit outside and wait until this woman leaves and then I wanna have a talk with you." Fuller ordered.
"With all due respect SIR, I am off call and therefore-"
"Off call, on call, you still treat me with respect! Now I want you to sit outside and wait until I am talking with this lady and then I wanna have a talk with you. DO I make myself CLEAR?" Fuller hissed back.
Jim stared right into his eyes, breathing heavily, again trying to control his anger and actions.
"Very clear, Captain." he responded.
"Good, now go." Fuller barked as quietly as he could manage.
Jim turned around and forced himself to smile at the woman and say 'have a good evening'. Jim opened the door and walked out, hearing Fuller apologize for his behavior. Jim shut the door and sat on a chair outside his desk. He sat his elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his hair and over his face. This Sucks!
Hey guys, next chapter up! Thanks for taking your time to read and review. I really do APPRECIATE it! I LOVE reviews, the bad ones hurt worse than good but I still like getting them. Let's me know that ppl are reading and like what they're reading. Well anyway I apologize for grammar problems in the first chapter and this one, sometimes I accidentally press a wrong button and my spell check doesn't catch it so sorry!
Keep R/R fanz of S.W.A.T./ AND OR COLIN FARRELL!!!
GOSH I LOVE THAT MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dedicated to- the wonderful man who played the character of Jim Street and the rest of the cast for doing such a great job making the movie AWESOME! And the characters were casted PERFECTLY, especially Brian Gamble, Jeremy Renner……..you're a great bad guy, and kinda cute but not cuter than Colin!!;)
Onto the chapter!
*****************************NATASHA************************
Chris fidgeted with her fingers, trying to find something to make Jim feel better.
"I'm sorry." Chris began, catching Jim's attention.
"About Gamble and that whole situation." Chris said finally meeting eyes with him. Jim smiled weakly.
"It's ok, it's when people keep bringing it up and making me remember is when it hurts." Jim admitted.
Chris heard people walking and in response she turned around to see who was coming. Seeing Hondo, Deke, T.J, and Boxer she sighed and jumped off the table and began walking towards them.
"Yo, what's goin' on guys?" Chris asked getting close to Hondo.
"Well another training day Sanchez, take this." Hondo said handing Chris a gun, which she took.
Hondo then looked at Jim, whose back was to him.
"Go over there and get suited up with equipment." Hondo ordered walking up to Jim who continued to look out into the streets, not paying attention to anything.
"Something wrong Street?" Hondo asked standing beside him, putting his hands on his hips.
Jim looked down at the grass.
"No sir." he answered. Hondo continued eyeing him.
"You wouldn't be lying to me now would ya Street?" Hondo asked not believing him.
Jim then hopped off the table and faced Hondo.
"No sir." he answered again. Hondo looked him over and smirked.
"Alright, let's go." he said motioning him over to the rest of the team.
Jim grinned and followed Hondo over to the rest.
Suddenly Hondo grabbed Jim and wrapped hi right arm around the man's throat. Hondo then jabbed the nozzle of the gun right underneath of his cheek, into his neck. Jim clutched Hondo's arm that went around his throat and clenched his teeth together in frustration, he couldn't move, Hondo had a good grip.
"Ok, I'm giving ya'll 10 seconds to spread out and communicate and try to get your fellow S.W.A.T. member out of being a hostage. The guns I gave you are paintball guns, including mine. Go. 10 seconds, now!" Hondo said closing his eyes and turning around so Jim couldn't see either.
"Go, GO!" Jim heard T.J bark at the rest of them.
After Hondo got to 10, he opened his eyes, his sharp and experienced eyes scanning the area, checking any movement.
"IF YOU ALL DON'T MEET MY DEMANDS, THIS OFFICER IS DEAD!" Hondo shouted as loud as he could, making himself sound like a bad guy.
Chris crawled over behind a large obstacle where Deke was.
"Deke, what are we gonna do?" Chris whispered.
"I dunno man, we can't really do anything, but look I found a caterpillar, ain't it cute?" Deke asked smiling pointing it out to Chris.
"Man I bet my kids would LOVE to take that thing apart." Deke said shaking his head and smiling thinking about his kids.
Chris scrunched her nose up, raised an eyebrow and looked at Deke weirdly. T.J hid behind a large cardboard cutout and did numerous hand signals to Boxer, asking him what they could do. In response Boxer shrugged. T.J groaned, rolling his eyes as he just turned and took a shot. Hondo saw it coming and dogged it, the paintball barely missing Jim's bicep.
"That's it." Hondo growled and the pulled the trigger.
The paintball came out of the gun and instantly splattered, paint flying everywhere. Hondo pushed Jim to the ground, falling chest first, hitting the grass. T.J., Boxer, Chris, and Deke heard the shot and peered around whatever they were hiding behind. They saw Jim on the ground, hearing him cough, considering a paintball just hit him in the side of the neck, and Hondo shaking his head sadly.
"Congratulations, you just killed Jim Street." Hondo shouted ashamed.
"Get you're butts out here." Hondo ordered.
Hondo watched the team creep out of their hiding spots and walk over to them. Hondo glanced down at Jim who was wiping paint off his neck then looked back at the others.
"If that were a real situation, and I was a real terriost, and that was a real gun, Mr. Street would be dead. Now how do you feel?" Hondo asked holding out a hand for him to take which he did and Hondo helped him up.
Then threw him a towel.
"Well that wasn't fair, we didn't get to prepare or-"
"Prepare? Ha! Boxer, there might come a situation where you can't prepare. What happens if we all hangin; out, getting our drink on or something' and some guy pulls out a gun and takes Jim hostage? Or me? Or Chris? Or anyone? What are you gonna do? You need to learn how to react to a situation like that. Now all of you, I want 50 push ups starting now, go!" Hondo shouted and as a result all of them hit the ground and started doing push ups.
The hours passed by quickly and the busy day of work finally ended. Deke, T.J, Jim, Chris, and Boxer walked into the locker room at 8:45 pm.
"Man Street, I can not believe you made that shot, dead on, right in the middle of that quarter that far away. Clear up on that hill." Deke said changing his shirt.
"Hey I made it too." T.J answered.
"Yeah, after 20 tries moron, Jim did his on his first try." Chris answered.
"Yeah, well I have the cage to thank for that." Jim said smiling looking over at Boxer.
"Turns out being a 'gun bunny' makes you an excellent marksman," Jim added smiling as if he were talking to Boxer, who rolled his eyes at the comment.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door, causing everyone to look over, all smiles faded when they saw Fuller.
"Have fun training?" Fuller asked in a tone hinting that he didn't really want them to answer or he cared.
"Blast." Deke said smiling.
Fuller rolled his eyes and then glared at Street.
"Street." he barked. Street looked at him in response.
"My office." Fuller ordered and walked off.
Jim sighed as he looked down at the floor, great as if his day didn't start off badly now he gets to end it with Fuller chewing him about something, he didn't know what, but every time he said 'my office' it was never a good thing for Jim Street.
"Ohh." T.J said grinning.
Jim allowed himself to smile as he changed his shirt to a black t-shirt, identical to the last only a different color.
"What'd you do now Street? Sleep with the wrong man's daughter?" Boxer asked.
Jim only continued to smile.
"Well you know, people make mistakes." Jim finalized as he got his wallet, glasses, and keys.
"Some more than others." Boxer commentated.
"Yup, dating your sister was one of mine." Jim said smiling, closed his locker, and walked out of the room.
Deke stopped Boxer dead in his tracks as Boxer made a notion to follow him and take a swing at him.
Jim walked down the empty halls of the building, most had already went home for the evening. Jim popped a piece of gum into his mouth as he walked, took a right and knocked on the closed door.
"Come in." Fuller said.
Jim opened the door and to his amazement found a lady sitting in one of the two chairs in front of Fuller's desk.
"Am I interrupting?" Jim asked looking from the woman to Fuller.
"No Street, please have a seat." Fuller said pointing at the chair.
"Jim, this is Angie Walters, Mrs. Walters meet Jim Street." Fuller introduced.
Jim smiled at her and shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you." he said then sat down.
"Likewise." she said back.
"Um, Jim, you have seen Mrs. Walters before, right?" Fuller asked hinting him that he knew that woman.
Jim looked at Fuller, giving a panic face telling him he had no clue. Jim cleared his throat, becoming nervous and embarrassed, anyway though he looked at Angie, trying to remember her face.
Suddenly something snapped in his brain. Flashes of that dreaded day that changed his life flew through his brain, as if he was seeing it happen all over again.
"Yeah." Jim said still day dreaming the event, the pointed at her.
"Yeah, I do remember you, you're the woman that was being held hostage on um….July 22nd." Jim said recognizing her.
The woman grinned and nodded in agreement.
"How are you doing? How's the arm?" Jim asked.
"Fine, thank you. I am doing fine." she answered.
"Good." Jim said. Angie looked at Fuller and pointed at Jim.
"Is he the one…" She asked confused.
Fuller shook his head no.
"Oh, he's the other one that stayed with me until the paramedics came. Well then it is a pleasure." she said happily.
Jim smirked.
"I apologize for not recognizing you, you and the other man were both dressed the same way and I couldn't really see your face behind those glasses and helmets." she said smiling.
"Understandable." he said.
"I just came down here to inform Mr. Fuller here how much money he's going to have to give to the judge." she said.
"Huh?" Jim said that line totally taking him off guard.
"Didn't you hear dear, I sued the city for the injury that I received in that bank hold up." she said.
Jim looked at Fuller who DID NOT wear a happy face. Jim shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat again.
"You're actually suing the city?" Jim asked not believing his ears.
"Yes, I was shot by a police man." she said not believing he wasn't understanding why she was suing.
"But you could have been killed by that man, my partner saved you from taking a bullet in the head." he said starting to get angry.
"Excuse me young man, you are a trained S.W.A.T. member, and so wasn't your partner, you should have better marksmen than that. I am sure he could have killed the man without shooting me." the woman said getting a little aggravated too.
"Even though we ARE trained S.W.A.T. members mame, that doesn't give us the right to hit the target EVERY time, we're humans too, we miss." Jim said.
"Street!" Fuller said standing up and walking over to him.
Jim stood up and Fuller pulled to the other side of the room, looked at the lady then back at Jim.
"How you are treating this woman is unacceptable." Fuller hissed at him as quietly as he could.
"I'm just voicing my opinion. Fuller you know that we-"
"Captain Fuller." he hissed back.
Jim inhaled deeply trying to control his anger.
"Captain Fuller." he corrected himself.
"Thank you, now I want you to sit outside and wait until this woman leaves and then I wanna have a talk with you." Fuller ordered.
"With all due respect SIR, I am off call and therefore-"
"Off call, on call, you still treat me with respect! Now I want you to sit outside and wait until I am talking with this lady and then I wanna have a talk with you. DO I make myself CLEAR?" Fuller hissed back.
Jim stared right into his eyes, breathing heavily, again trying to control his anger and actions.
"Very clear, Captain." he responded.
"Good, now go." Fuller barked as quietly as he could manage.
Jim turned around and forced himself to smile at the woman and say 'have a good evening'. Jim opened the door and walked out, hearing Fuller apologize for his behavior. Jim shut the door and sat on a chair outside his desk. He sat his elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his hair and over his face. This Sucks!