A/N: So, am I the only person finding myself actually liking Jenkins? I hope not. I hope everyone else is having as much fun watching him as I am.
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I'm here without you, baby, but you're still on my lonely mind – 3 Doors DownX
God, what I wouldn't give for a smoke right now. For some reason, getting jammed up always makes the nicotine cravings worse. Guess the only way I'll ever quit smoking would be to quit living. Not much danger of that happening, I reckon.
So, where was I? Ah, yes, the lovely Detective Eames and the detestable Detective Goren. I wonder what's keeping them. She's probably out there stroking his ego, telling him that my behavior would have gotten anyone's hackles up. And she is more than welcome to believe that, although I would hope that she is smarter than that.
As for him, I'll bet he's moping. Using his best little puppy look on her so she won't be mad at him. And I'm sure that it's working. They are probably standing in the observation room right now, thick as thieves, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
Gah, I'm getting nauseous just thinking about it. That was something I never understood when I was on the job. Whoever thought that mixed partnerships was a good idea had to have been crazy. They never stay platonic. I've seen it happen a dozen times; a tough case, trouble with the family, job stress and all of a sudden the partnership isn't chaste anymore.
Oh sure, things will go along well enough for a while, but then something happens, some catalyst, and the partnership is torn apart. Usually to the detriment of the department or unit they are working with. An observant supervisor can usually head that off, but how many of those are there on the job.
I know, I sound a bit jaded. Well, maybe I am. But the bribes were just the icing on the cake. My partner and I were more than friends. We kept it secret for a long time, but the little lies wear a relationship down and when things finally came to a head, the explosion was huge.
But, enough about me. I wonder where the lovebirds are.
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"Ah, Bobby, how nice of you to remember that you left me in here." Smiling, I gesture to the chair he overturned earlier, "Would you care to have a seat?"
Rather than just sitting down, like a good boy, he spins the chair around and straddles it, "so, you fancy yourself a funny guy," he sneered, "does that work with the ladies?"
"Just ask your delicious partner." I was having a difficult time containing my laughter. "I'm sure she could enlighten you as to what works with the fairer sex."
Grinning, I waved to the two-way mirror, knowing that the Waif would not leave the Hulk unwatched after his little tantrum.
"So, tell me, Bobby, is the alluring Detective Eames single?" I leaned back, rather enjoying the red creeping up the Hulk's face. "Is she dating? Do you even have the balls to ask?"
"Mr. Jenkins, what do you say we talk about what you've been up to lately," the Hulk leaned over his portfolio, not meeting my eyes, "and leave my partner's personal life for another time?"
"Alright, Detective, if you insist. But first, perhaps I could have a cup of burned bullpen coffee?" I rested my forearms on the table, looking expectantly at the Hulk.
"Once we get this settled, Mr. Jenkins," he glanced up at me, his eyes betraying nothing of our previous topic of conversation, "you can have as much coffee as you'd like. But, until I get something from you, you'll get nothing from me."
Well, looks like the Hulk wants to play it hard. I wonder if he's ready, really ready, to get in the game. And I wonder if it'll be tag-team.
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TBC
