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--------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Jim lay on the cold bathroom floor, unconscious. Suddenly a faint phone rang over and over until his answering machine picked it up, but the person hung up. Jim slowly clenched his hands into a fist and pushed himself up and stood up, his legs wobbly and uncertain. Jim then maneuvered himself to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked down and noticed he was wearing the cloths he worse yesterday, so slowly and carefully he changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a navy blue t-shirt reading LAPD police on it.
Jim breathed out, thankful he got dressed successfully as he glanced to the right, catching a glimpse of the clock. Jim's eyes widened.
"12:45!!" Jim shouted in horror the as quickly as he could got up and tried to walk but ended up falling on his face.
Jim walked down the hallway, his dog Chomper walking beside him on a leash. The sound of phones ringing, papers rustling and people talking filled the hallway and rooms. Jim walked out to the training felid, finding his team.
"Street!" Hondo boomed once his presence was recognized.
"Sir." Jim greeted.
"Where the hell have YOU been?" Hondo demanded.
"Home sir." Jim answered truthfully.
"The boss is gonna rip a new one you Jim." T.J warned as he cocked a gun.
Jim nodded regretfully and looked down.
"Why don't you use, 'I was getting my groove on with so and so' stories?" Sanchez suggested.
Jim grinned.
"No, this is serious, I only use those when I am barely or a couple minutes late." Jim answered.
"Aw, is that your doggie?" Deke asked pointing at the German Shepard changing the subject.
"Yea." Jim answered looking down at his best friend who looked back up at him, his tongue out.
"Can I pet him?" Deke asked.
"Sure." Jim answered shrugging.
Deke smiled widely and crouched down next to the dog and petted his head, Chomper liking the attention.
"I was thinking of getting one of these for my kids, are they good family pets?" Deke asked glancing at Jim.
"Oh yea, they love attention, and they're great watch dogs." Jim responded.
"And the dog is here because?" Hondo asked, butting in as Chris moved to the dog and started petting it too.
"To help me, I woke up this morning and I passed out in my bathroom, that's why I am late." Jim answered.
"Good God, you coulda hit your head on something, are you ok?" Chris asked looking up at him.
Jim nodded.
"Yea but my legs are still jello, and that's why I brought Chomper, incase I passed out again or my legs gave out on me. See watch what he does if I fall." Jim replied, then allowed himself to fall to the grassy ground, closing his eyes pretending to be knocked out.
Chomper ran over next to him, sniffed him and then nudged his head, seeing Jim not respond he took off to Chris, considering she was the closest and barked at her, then took her by the material of her sleeve and dragged her over to Jim's body.
"Amazin'!" Deke replied.
Jim then sat up and grabbed his dog, playing with him.
"I'm just playing Chomper, I'm just playing!" Jim replied in a baby tone as Chomper's tail wagged wildly.
"Drunk?" T.J asked about this morning.
"No, I only had two last night." Jim answered looking up at him.
"Sick? Food poisoning?" Boxer suggested.
"No. I think I am feeling the side effects of a drug. I think someone spiked my drink and drugged me." Jim admitted.
Everyone was quite.
"Do you remember last night?" Jim asked the guys.
"Yeah." T.J and Deke answered.
"My eyes burned, I wish I could forget." Boxer mumbled.
"Lara." Jim asked.
Boxer nodded.
Jim's eyes widened as flashbacks came into his brain.
"STREET!" a voice boomed causing Jim to wince.
"Uh oh Jim, big cheese 5 o 'clock." Deke whispered.
Jim looked behind him and saw the man walking towards him, black suit with a blue tie, fire in his eyes. Fuller grabbed Jim's collar and then shoved him up against the wall.
"HEY! HEY! HEY!" Hondo shouted tearing Fuller off of Jim.
"Lay off my lead S.W.A.T. member." Hondo warned.
Fuller glared at Hondo then returned his gaze to Jim.
"My office, alone, now!" Fuller demanded then fixed his tie and walked away.
"Well I was gonna come with ya but the butt has commanded you to go alone." Hondo growled rolling his eyes, despising that man.
Jim eased up off the wall that he was thrown to then looked at Hondo.
"His gonna rape me." Jim answered seriously but meaning to cause some smiles as he walked away, Chomper following.
Jim stood in front of the man's desk, as he sat there, Jim waiting on anything.
"What the hell is your dog doing here?" He demanded.
"To help me, I passed out on the floor this morning and didn't regain consciousness until about 20 minutes ago. And I was afraid of blacking out again at work." Jim answered.
"Drunk maybe?" Fuller asked.
"No sir I believe I was drugged last night. Take a test." Jim said boldly.
Fuller studied his face.
"Yeah, yeah ok Jim we'll do a test. But if the test turns out negative then your fired." Fuller replied grinning.
Jim swallowed hardly.
Fuller pressed a button on his phone.
"Get Tara in here with her needle." Fuller replied not taking his gaze off of Jim.
"Have a seat, you'll be in here for a while." Fuller motion towards the chair.
Jim sighed and sat down slowly, his dog sitting beside him.
Jim fumbled with his fingers nervously, praying he was right. Fuller then walked in and slammed the door shut, throwing a folder on his table.
Jim waited to look at him, then finally did.
"They found traces of nicotine and Liquid X." Fuller began.
Jim nodded.
"A date rape drug, obviously your still feeling the side effects of after math of it." Fuller added softly.
Jim sighed in relief.
"You can leave now." Fuller added.
Jim nodded then got up and left his dog following.
The building was closing and people were going home.
Suddenly Hondo and Chris walked out of his office and Chris stopped in front of Jim.
"Hey, you ok?" She asked.
Jim nodded.
"So, um do you wanna get a drink?" she asked.
"Um nah, I think it'll be wise to not drink for a little while until this stuff gets out of my system." Jim answered.
Chris nodded quickly.
"Oh, yea, most defiantly. Ok, well I'll see ya tomorrow Street." She replied then began walking off.
"BUT how about dinner at my house?" Jim asked not wanting her to leave.
Chris grinned to herself then turned around.
"What time?" she asked.
Jim shrugged.
"7:30?" he suggested.
"I'll be there." Chris replied.
"Bring the rugrat too." Jim replied no wanting to leave her out and show Chris that he didn't mind being with a girl that had a kid.
Chris smiled wider and shook her head yes then turned and left Jim smiling.
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--------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Jim lay on the cold bathroom floor, unconscious. Suddenly a faint phone rang over and over until his answering machine picked it up, but the person hung up. Jim slowly clenched his hands into a fist and pushed himself up and stood up, his legs wobbly and uncertain. Jim then maneuvered himself to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked down and noticed he was wearing the cloths he worse yesterday, so slowly and carefully he changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a navy blue t-shirt reading LAPD police on it.
Jim breathed out, thankful he got dressed successfully as he glanced to the right, catching a glimpse of the clock. Jim's eyes widened.
"12:45!!" Jim shouted in horror the as quickly as he could got up and tried to walk but ended up falling on his face.
Jim walked down the hallway, his dog Chomper walking beside him on a leash. The sound of phones ringing, papers rustling and people talking filled the hallway and rooms. Jim walked out to the training felid, finding his team.
"Street!" Hondo boomed once his presence was recognized.
"Sir." Jim greeted.
"Where the hell have YOU been?" Hondo demanded.
"Home sir." Jim answered truthfully.
"The boss is gonna rip a new one you Jim." T.J warned as he cocked a gun.
Jim nodded regretfully and looked down.
"Why don't you use, 'I was getting my groove on with so and so' stories?" Sanchez suggested.
Jim grinned.
"No, this is serious, I only use those when I am barely or a couple minutes late." Jim answered.
"Aw, is that your doggie?" Deke asked pointing at the German Shepard changing the subject.
"Yea." Jim answered looking down at his best friend who looked back up at him, his tongue out.
"Can I pet him?" Deke asked.
"Sure." Jim answered shrugging.
Deke smiled widely and crouched down next to the dog and petted his head, Chomper liking the attention.
"I was thinking of getting one of these for my kids, are they good family pets?" Deke asked glancing at Jim.
"Oh yea, they love attention, and they're great watch dogs." Jim responded.
"And the dog is here because?" Hondo asked, butting in as Chris moved to the dog and started petting it too.
"To help me, I woke up this morning and I passed out in my bathroom, that's why I am late." Jim answered.
"Good God, you coulda hit your head on something, are you ok?" Chris asked looking up at him.
Jim nodded.
"Yea but my legs are still jello, and that's why I brought Chomper, incase I passed out again or my legs gave out on me. See watch what he does if I fall." Jim replied, then allowed himself to fall to the grassy ground, closing his eyes pretending to be knocked out.
Chomper ran over next to him, sniffed him and then nudged his head, seeing Jim not respond he took off to Chris, considering she was the closest and barked at her, then took her by the material of her sleeve and dragged her over to Jim's body.
"Amazin'!" Deke replied.
Jim then sat up and grabbed his dog, playing with him.
"I'm just playing Chomper, I'm just playing!" Jim replied in a baby tone as Chomper's tail wagged wildly.
"Drunk?" T.J asked about this morning.
"No, I only had two last night." Jim answered looking up at him.
"Sick? Food poisoning?" Boxer suggested.
"No. I think I am feeling the side effects of a drug. I think someone spiked my drink and drugged me." Jim admitted.
Everyone was quite.
"Do you remember last night?" Jim asked the guys.
"Yeah." T.J and Deke answered.
"My eyes burned, I wish I could forget." Boxer mumbled.
"Lara." Jim asked.
Boxer nodded.
Jim's eyes widened as flashbacks came into his brain.
"STREET!" a voice boomed causing Jim to wince.
"Uh oh Jim, big cheese 5 o 'clock." Deke whispered.
Jim looked behind him and saw the man walking towards him, black suit with a blue tie, fire in his eyes. Fuller grabbed Jim's collar and then shoved him up against the wall.
"HEY! HEY! HEY!" Hondo shouted tearing Fuller off of Jim.
"Lay off my lead S.W.A.T. member." Hondo warned.
Fuller glared at Hondo then returned his gaze to Jim.
"My office, alone, now!" Fuller demanded then fixed his tie and walked away.
"Well I was gonna come with ya but the butt has commanded you to go alone." Hondo growled rolling his eyes, despising that man.
Jim eased up off the wall that he was thrown to then looked at Hondo.
"His gonna rape me." Jim answered seriously but meaning to cause some smiles as he walked away, Chomper following.
Jim stood in front of the man's desk, as he sat there, Jim waiting on anything.
"What the hell is your dog doing here?" He demanded.
"To help me, I passed out on the floor this morning and didn't regain consciousness until about 20 minutes ago. And I was afraid of blacking out again at work." Jim answered.
"Drunk maybe?" Fuller asked.
"No sir I believe I was drugged last night. Take a test." Jim said boldly.
Fuller studied his face.
"Yeah, yeah ok Jim we'll do a test. But if the test turns out negative then your fired." Fuller replied grinning.
Jim swallowed hardly.
Fuller pressed a button on his phone.
"Get Tara in here with her needle." Fuller replied not taking his gaze off of Jim.
"Have a seat, you'll be in here for a while." Fuller motion towards the chair.
Jim sighed and sat down slowly, his dog sitting beside him.
Jim fumbled with his fingers nervously, praying he was right. Fuller then walked in and slammed the door shut, throwing a folder on his table.
Jim waited to look at him, then finally did.
"They found traces of nicotine and Liquid X." Fuller began.
Jim nodded.
"A date rape drug, obviously your still feeling the side effects of after math of it." Fuller added softly.
Jim sighed in relief.
"You can leave now." Fuller added.
Jim nodded then got up and left his dog following.
The building was closing and people were going home.
Suddenly Hondo and Chris walked out of his office and Chris stopped in front of Jim.
"Hey, you ok?" She asked.
Jim nodded.
"So, um do you wanna get a drink?" she asked.
"Um nah, I think it'll be wise to not drink for a little while until this stuff gets out of my system." Jim answered.
Chris nodded quickly.
"Oh, yea, most defiantly. Ok, well I'll see ya tomorrow Street." She replied then began walking off.
"BUT how about dinner at my house?" Jim asked not wanting her to leave.
Chris grinned to herself then turned around.
"What time?" she asked.
Jim shrugged.
"7:30?" he suggested.
"I'll be there." Chris replied.
"Bring the rugrat too." Jim replied no wanting to leave her out and show Chris that he didn't mind being with a girl that had a kid.
Chris smiled wider and shook her head yes then turned and left Jim smiling.