AUTHORS NOTES------------------------------------------------------------
Another chapter guys sorry I kinda slacked off at first but now I am back with another chapter, hope you guys like, Gamble is coming into the story HARDCORE soon! So all the gamble and Street lovers (friendship/partnership/and enemies wise) keep alert, it's coming SOON!
Loves! NATASHA--------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Chris laughed loudly, throwing her head back slightly as a result, her eyes closed tight. Jim nodded as well then looked down, trailing the edge of his chip across the red salsa, chuckling not at the story he told her but at the sound of her laugh.
"You did.... WHAT!?" She screamed in laughter, covering her mouth after her sentence.
Jim laughed a little harder at her reaction.
"Oh my gosh dude, that was the funniest story I think I ever heard in my life!" Chris replied whipping the tears from her eyes.
Jim nodded in agreement, the laughter dieing and both settling down, Chris just looking at him.
"I'd hate to admit it Jim, but I had a good time tonight so far." Chris replied shyly trying to not let her girly weaker side become visible.
"Admit?" Jim asked grinning.
"Yea. Well no, not in that way, I mean. Well....I just, it's just that- I never had this great of a time with a guy since Eliza's father." Chris replied.
"Oh sorry." Jim replied not wanting to touch on that subject.
"No, no it's ok, your ok talking about Gamble so I am ok talking to you about him." Chris answered smiling.
Jim nodded.
"So where is her dad anyways?" Jim asked popping a chip in his mouth.
"No clue really, far away from here I hope. He was not a good person and he never wanted this child." Chris admitted looking down at her soda.
"Isn't it hard to be a single parent? I mean, is it scary?" Jim asked hunching back over the table, looking into her eyes.
Chris chuckled.
"Again as much I hate to admit it. It's-" Chris began then rose her eyes to met his.
"Terrifying." She added softly.
Jim nodded.
"It's just scary that you have this little child's life in your hands and only yours, ya know? And I want her to have a father, cause I know I loved my father, he was my hero and he was the only man in my life that ever loved me 100%, and I want that for Eliza...but it's hard for guys, young guys to commit to me cause I have a kid. I don't know why, I mean she's not bad but I guess just knowing the fact that she's there scares them into commitment, or something. Commitment to me...to us." Chris explained.
Jim nodded.
"I don't see why it's a problem cause he could have two girls to love, I mean no excuse to cheat." Chris added hating the 'sad' feeling she placed between the two of them.
Jim let out a laugh at that remark.
"So what about you? You want kids?" She asked turning the subject off her and onto something else.
"Yea of course, but in the same case, no." Jim replied.
"No?" Chris asked raising an eyebrow.
"I mean, yes I want to have kids, I want to be a dad, cause I want to be important to someone in my life. But then the image of me dying at work pops into my head and that kid go through the issue of loosing me and everything." Jim pointed out.
Chris nodded.
"I understand, that's all I can think about when we go out." Chris admitted.
"You shouldn't you got five guys who would give their lives to protect you and one of them for sure would take a bullet in the head anytime, without hesitation to save you." Jim replied grinning widely.
Chris also grinned then quickly looked away into her dark soda.
Jim chewed on his gum, trying to get every inch of flavor out of it as he sat on a wooden bench in front of the LAPD S.W.A.T. lockers.
"Sup Jimmy, Jimmy, Jim, Jim?" Chris asked walking in, smacking his back.
"Not much Sanchez, you?" He asked.
"Same." She answered as the rest of the crew started filing in.
"Sanchez, get lost Street and us have men stuff to discuss." T.J replied.
"Men stuff...really?" Chris asked not interested in the slightest.
"Ok, stay there I have no shame in it. Street, the boys are taking you out tonight in celebration for the booty kicking job you did with that building job three nights ago." Deke explained.
And I can't go because?" Chris asked folding her arms across her chest.
"Gentleman's club Sanchez, not for girls." T.J responded.
Chris rolled her eyes.
"Um, I dunno guys I was going to run with my dog on the beach and-"
"Your going either way Jim, you go willingly or we'll have to abduct you and tie you in the car." Boxer replied. Jim sighed.
The boys sat around a booth, a pole in the middle of the table to the roof. A cup of beer sitting in front of each man, all laughing hardly at one of Deke's jokes.
"Deke, man you are SO black." T.J replied laughing.
"I know I know." Deke answered proudly.
"Hey, hey guys? What the hell are we doing? We're men, where are the hunnas?" T.J asked pushing a button on the wall, an arrow lighting up above their table, signaling the dancers.
After a few minutes, a girl showed up in a black bra and underwear, with black panty hose, which hooked onto her underwear, her brow hair short and her make-up heavily done.
"OH MY GOD!" Boxer replied then got up immediately and walked away.
Jim's bottom jaw dropped.
"Jim." Lara replied.
"Lara." Jim mumbled.
Lara climbed up onto the table grabbing the pole and doing some moves on it already.
T.J and Deke looked on smiling, Jim looked down, rubbing his forehead.
Lara noticed this and then walked to him, picking his head up and sitting on his lap.
"They always go for Jim, man, this sucks." Deke complained.
Jim looked at her weirdly as she slipped down under the table. She then touched his knees and sent her hands up his legs over his abed stomach and over his pecks. Deke and T.J laughing.
"Jim's a pimop!" Deke called out.
Suddenly Lara grabbed the material of his shirt and then yanked him down under the table as well. Jim's butt banged against the floor as he was sitting on the floor, his head tilted sideways slightly so his head wouldn't bump onto the table.
Lara crawled on top of him again.
"Jimmy." Lara replied seductively, smiling.
"Lara." He replied breathlessly trying to fight the intoxication she was giving him.
"I've missed you Jim." She admitted softly, moving her face close to his, kissing him passionately, a kiss that Jim wasn't expecting. Jim frowned as he felt the intruder, the warm metal against his tongue.
He pushed her away slightly, inhaling and exhaling deeply, completely out of breath. Lara moved her cheek to his, making him shiver. He then felt her nibble on his ear. Jim closed his eyes tightly and gasped slightly, he then saw her move her hands to the clasp of her upper body covering. Jim's eyes widened and he snapped back to reality.
"No, no, no Lara no!" Jim ordered scrambling out from under the table and grabbing his jean jacket, walking away, Lara hot on his heels.
"Jim, where you going!?" T.J called.
Jim busted out of the back doors into the alley.
"Jim will you just wait!?" Lara called.
"No! No more Lara!" Jim barked.
"Just talk to me Jim PLEASE!" Lara begged.
"Talk!?" Jim called stopping and turning around.
"You wanna talk? Cause you sure didn't want to talk back there." Jim accused.
Lara said nothing but shivered, crossing her arms over her chest. Jim rolled his eyes, walking up to her and putting his jacket on over her shoulders.
"Thanks." She murmured as she gripped it tighter to her body.
Jim nodded.
"It's...it's my job Jim." She replied disgusted.
"There were two other guys there besides me." Jim responded.
"Yea, but you were the most attractive." Lara shot back.
"No, you were trying to seduce me into that car again or better yet into the back on the couch!" Jim corrected her.
Lara said nothing but just looked at him. Jim sighed and looked down at the ground.
"What happened to your head?" Lara asked.
"Huh?" Jim asked snapping his head up in attention.
"Your head." Lara replied touching her left temple.
"What did you do to it? And the top of your neck?" She asked again.
"Oh." Jim mumbled touching his forehead as he felt a bump, wincing at it and the bruise at the top of his neck.
"S.W.A.T. training." Jim answered simply.
"What happened?" Lara asked wincing at the sight of it.
"I got hit with a paintball." He replied smiling at how silly and retarded it sounded.
Lara covered her mouth laughing behind her hands.
"A paintball?" She repeated.
"Yeah, Hondo was testing my team in a hostage situation and I was the hostage, he put a gun to my head.... yup needless to say they failed." Jim explained chuckling as he rubbed his right eyebrow.
"Aw, did it hurt?" She asked.
"Yea lots." He answered.
Lara grinned.
Jim smirked too.
"Well I better go." He answered simply.
Jim turned around and took a step to walk but stumbled.
"Whoa, are you ok?" Lara asked grabbing his bicep.
Jim's vision was stretched out and hazy.
"I'm fine. I....I ....what's going on?" Jim asked personally getting kinda freaked.
"I don't know are you ok!?" Lara shrieked.
"I don't know, I feel like I'm drunk." He mumbled.
"How many beers have you had?" Lara asked pulling her arm around her neck.
"Only two, not enough to get me drunk." Jim answered.
"Ok, ok, um come on let's just get you inside." Lara replied then maneuvered them back into the back doors.
Jim's aching eyes slowly opened, he recognized his surroundings. Jim sat up slowly a banging headache welcoming him and almost sending him back down on his back. He heard his stomach gurgle.
"Oh God." He murmured as he shot up and ran to his bathroom, holding either side of his toilet. Jim squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he felt the nauseating feeling waved over him.
Jim noticed the phone started ringing, but he let it ring he felt to sick to move a muscle, even his tongue. He then heard a long beep then a woman's voice.
"Hey Jim, this is Lara, um I just wanted to say I had a great time last night with you, it was hot. Call me sometime, bye." She replied.
Jim's eyes snapped open as he stood up, hearing the hanging up tone after her words then another beep, after that silence.
"Oh my God." He groaned, then another wave of pain surpassed over him. Jim hunched over slightly.
"Oh man. I only had two. Two that's all I...only...two." Jim's eyes widened slightly as he stood up and looked at himself, examining himself.
He was sweating, he could feel it on his neck and could see it on his face. He then, with his index finger, looked into his eyeball, placing his finger under his lower eyelashes and pushing the skin down, bloodshot.
Jim then stuck out his tongue and recognized his taste buds were up on his tongue, completely visible and soar.
"Oh God, did someone drug me?" Jim asked himself in the mirror.
Suddenly Jim felt light headed and before he knew it, he stumbled onto the floor, landing hardly on the bathroom tile.
Another chapter guys sorry I kinda slacked off at first but now I am back with another chapter, hope you guys like, Gamble is coming into the story HARDCORE soon! So all the gamble and Street lovers (friendship/partnership/and enemies wise) keep alert, it's coming SOON!
Loves! NATASHA--------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Chris laughed loudly, throwing her head back slightly as a result, her eyes closed tight. Jim nodded as well then looked down, trailing the edge of his chip across the red salsa, chuckling not at the story he told her but at the sound of her laugh.
"You did.... WHAT!?" She screamed in laughter, covering her mouth after her sentence.
Jim laughed a little harder at her reaction.
"Oh my gosh dude, that was the funniest story I think I ever heard in my life!" Chris replied whipping the tears from her eyes.
Jim nodded in agreement, the laughter dieing and both settling down, Chris just looking at him.
"I'd hate to admit it Jim, but I had a good time tonight so far." Chris replied shyly trying to not let her girly weaker side become visible.
"Admit?" Jim asked grinning.
"Yea. Well no, not in that way, I mean. Well....I just, it's just that- I never had this great of a time with a guy since Eliza's father." Chris replied.
"Oh sorry." Jim replied not wanting to touch on that subject.
"No, no it's ok, your ok talking about Gamble so I am ok talking to you about him." Chris answered smiling.
Jim nodded.
"So where is her dad anyways?" Jim asked popping a chip in his mouth.
"No clue really, far away from here I hope. He was not a good person and he never wanted this child." Chris admitted looking down at her soda.
"Isn't it hard to be a single parent? I mean, is it scary?" Jim asked hunching back over the table, looking into her eyes.
Chris chuckled.
"Again as much I hate to admit it. It's-" Chris began then rose her eyes to met his.
"Terrifying." She added softly.
Jim nodded.
"It's just scary that you have this little child's life in your hands and only yours, ya know? And I want her to have a father, cause I know I loved my father, he was my hero and he was the only man in my life that ever loved me 100%, and I want that for Eliza...but it's hard for guys, young guys to commit to me cause I have a kid. I don't know why, I mean she's not bad but I guess just knowing the fact that she's there scares them into commitment, or something. Commitment to me...to us." Chris explained.
Jim nodded.
"I don't see why it's a problem cause he could have two girls to love, I mean no excuse to cheat." Chris added hating the 'sad' feeling she placed between the two of them.
Jim let out a laugh at that remark.
"So what about you? You want kids?" She asked turning the subject off her and onto something else.
"Yea of course, but in the same case, no." Jim replied.
"No?" Chris asked raising an eyebrow.
"I mean, yes I want to have kids, I want to be a dad, cause I want to be important to someone in my life. But then the image of me dying at work pops into my head and that kid go through the issue of loosing me and everything." Jim pointed out.
Chris nodded.
"I understand, that's all I can think about when we go out." Chris admitted.
"You shouldn't you got five guys who would give their lives to protect you and one of them for sure would take a bullet in the head anytime, without hesitation to save you." Jim replied grinning widely.
Chris also grinned then quickly looked away into her dark soda.
Jim chewed on his gum, trying to get every inch of flavor out of it as he sat on a wooden bench in front of the LAPD S.W.A.T. lockers.
"Sup Jimmy, Jimmy, Jim, Jim?" Chris asked walking in, smacking his back.
"Not much Sanchez, you?" He asked.
"Same." She answered as the rest of the crew started filing in.
"Sanchez, get lost Street and us have men stuff to discuss." T.J replied.
"Men stuff...really?" Chris asked not interested in the slightest.
"Ok, stay there I have no shame in it. Street, the boys are taking you out tonight in celebration for the booty kicking job you did with that building job three nights ago." Deke explained.
And I can't go because?" Chris asked folding her arms across her chest.
"Gentleman's club Sanchez, not for girls." T.J responded.
Chris rolled her eyes.
"Um, I dunno guys I was going to run with my dog on the beach and-"
"Your going either way Jim, you go willingly or we'll have to abduct you and tie you in the car." Boxer replied. Jim sighed.
The boys sat around a booth, a pole in the middle of the table to the roof. A cup of beer sitting in front of each man, all laughing hardly at one of Deke's jokes.
"Deke, man you are SO black." T.J replied laughing.
"I know I know." Deke answered proudly.
"Hey, hey guys? What the hell are we doing? We're men, where are the hunnas?" T.J asked pushing a button on the wall, an arrow lighting up above their table, signaling the dancers.
After a few minutes, a girl showed up in a black bra and underwear, with black panty hose, which hooked onto her underwear, her brow hair short and her make-up heavily done.
"OH MY GOD!" Boxer replied then got up immediately and walked away.
Jim's bottom jaw dropped.
"Jim." Lara replied.
"Lara." Jim mumbled.
Lara climbed up onto the table grabbing the pole and doing some moves on it already.
T.J and Deke looked on smiling, Jim looked down, rubbing his forehead.
Lara noticed this and then walked to him, picking his head up and sitting on his lap.
"They always go for Jim, man, this sucks." Deke complained.
Jim looked at her weirdly as she slipped down under the table. She then touched his knees and sent her hands up his legs over his abed stomach and over his pecks. Deke and T.J laughing.
"Jim's a pimop!" Deke called out.
Suddenly Lara grabbed the material of his shirt and then yanked him down under the table as well. Jim's butt banged against the floor as he was sitting on the floor, his head tilted sideways slightly so his head wouldn't bump onto the table.
Lara crawled on top of him again.
"Jimmy." Lara replied seductively, smiling.
"Lara." He replied breathlessly trying to fight the intoxication she was giving him.
"I've missed you Jim." She admitted softly, moving her face close to his, kissing him passionately, a kiss that Jim wasn't expecting. Jim frowned as he felt the intruder, the warm metal against his tongue.
He pushed her away slightly, inhaling and exhaling deeply, completely out of breath. Lara moved her cheek to his, making him shiver. He then felt her nibble on his ear. Jim closed his eyes tightly and gasped slightly, he then saw her move her hands to the clasp of her upper body covering. Jim's eyes widened and he snapped back to reality.
"No, no, no Lara no!" Jim ordered scrambling out from under the table and grabbing his jean jacket, walking away, Lara hot on his heels.
"Jim, where you going!?" T.J called.
Jim busted out of the back doors into the alley.
"Jim will you just wait!?" Lara called.
"No! No more Lara!" Jim barked.
"Just talk to me Jim PLEASE!" Lara begged.
"Talk!?" Jim called stopping and turning around.
"You wanna talk? Cause you sure didn't want to talk back there." Jim accused.
Lara said nothing but shivered, crossing her arms over her chest. Jim rolled his eyes, walking up to her and putting his jacket on over her shoulders.
"Thanks." She murmured as she gripped it tighter to her body.
Jim nodded.
"It's...it's my job Jim." She replied disgusted.
"There were two other guys there besides me." Jim responded.
"Yea, but you were the most attractive." Lara shot back.
"No, you were trying to seduce me into that car again or better yet into the back on the couch!" Jim corrected her.
Lara said nothing but just looked at him. Jim sighed and looked down at the ground.
"What happened to your head?" Lara asked.
"Huh?" Jim asked snapping his head up in attention.
"Your head." Lara replied touching her left temple.
"What did you do to it? And the top of your neck?" She asked again.
"Oh." Jim mumbled touching his forehead as he felt a bump, wincing at it and the bruise at the top of his neck.
"S.W.A.T. training." Jim answered simply.
"What happened?" Lara asked wincing at the sight of it.
"I got hit with a paintball." He replied smiling at how silly and retarded it sounded.
Lara covered her mouth laughing behind her hands.
"A paintball?" She repeated.
"Yeah, Hondo was testing my team in a hostage situation and I was the hostage, he put a gun to my head.... yup needless to say they failed." Jim explained chuckling as he rubbed his right eyebrow.
"Aw, did it hurt?" She asked.
"Yea lots." He answered.
Lara grinned.
Jim smirked too.
"Well I better go." He answered simply.
Jim turned around and took a step to walk but stumbled.
"Whoa, are you ok?" Lara asked grabbing his bicep.
Jim's vision was stretched out and hazy.
"I'm fine. I....I ....what's going on?" Jim asked personally getting kinda freaked.
"I don't know are you ok!?" Lara shrieked.
"I don't know, I feel like I'm drunk." He mumbled.
"How many beers have you had?" Lara asked pulling her arm around her neck.
"Only two, not enough to get me drunk." Jim answered.
"Ok, ok, um come on let's just get you inside." Lara replied then maneuvered them back into the back doors.
Jim's aching eyes slowly opened, he recognized his surroundings. Jim sat up slowly a banging headache welcoming him and almost sending him back down on his back. He heard his stomach gurgle.
"Oh God." He murmured as he shot up and ran to his bathroom, holding either side of his toilet. Jim squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he felt the nauseating feeling waved over him.
Jim noticed the phone started ringing, but he let it ring he felt to sick to move a muscle, even his tongue. He then heard a long beep then a woman's voice.
"Hey Jim, this is Lara, um I just wanted to say I had a great time last night with you, it was hot. Call me sometime, bye." She replied.
Jim's eyes snapped open as he stood up, hearing the hanging up tone after her words then another beep, after that silence.
"Oh my God." He groaned, then another wave of pain surpassed over him. Jim hunched over slightly.
"Oh man. I only had two. Two that's all I...only...two." Jim's eyes widened slightly as he stood up and looked at himself, examining himself.
He was sweating, he could feel it on his neck and could see it on his face. He then, with his index finger, looked into his eyeball, placing his finger under his lower eyelashes and pushing the skin down, bloodshot.
Jim then stuck out his tongue and recognized his taste buds were up on his tongue, completely visible and soar.
"Oh God, did someone drug me?" Jim asked himself in the mirror.
Suddenly Jim felt light headed and before he knew it, he stumbled onto the floor, landing hardly on the bathroom tile.