Chapter 2: The Future Awaits

After a strange feeling overcomes both Fiona and Terry, the two go to the Chief's office to receive a briefing about the future that awaits them in the CCPD.

Fiona's POV

The Chief, typically, had the best office in the whole place. An emerald green luxury carper...finely crafted wooden furniture...and to top it off, gold features. Yep...a nice place. Too bad the briefing was gonna be boring. Except...I didn't really dread it. Why? I dunno. Maybe it's cos Terry's here...by my side...looking so hot. Wait...did I just think he's hot?! It's getting worse. Did I like him in that way? You know...like him a lot? I struggle to say 'love' at times...It's a bit of a strong word.

"I've already given 15 briefings, today...so I'll keep it short. You two have been selected...and put together...because our analysts believe that you're the perfect candidates for detectives." the Chief said. DETECTIVES? So...we're not beat cops? Well...that was a little higher up than I was expecting. The Chief's expression then turned...sour.

"I don't agree...but I like to give things a chance. So...I'm starting you off on a case...one that will prove your skills...or get you kicked out. We'll see..." he sounded pretty sinister. He hates us...cool. "Now...an upcoming politician...Senator Bryce, is running for Mayor of Central City. Sources suggest he's clean as a whistle...but I've heard...some disturbing rumours." the Chief went on. Politicians...every one of them is a dirty bastard at heart...with a big cheesy grin on the outside.

"So I'm putting you two on the case to investigate. Find out what he's been up to...and produce evidence to support your findings...AND IT BETTER BE GOOD!" he slammed his fist on the table...which made me jump. Terry didn't seem to be fazed by it. Wow...he's not easy to put off, then. "You can go home for today...but I expect you back tomorrow...ON TIME! NOW GET OUT!" he yelled, pointing straight at the door. Well...he's a nice guy, then (!).

Soon after, both me and Terry walked out of CCPD HQ...side by side...which didn't really do wonders for my strange feeling. We didn't say much, though. "So...I'll see you, tomorrow, then?" Terry asked. "Yep...tomorrow...partner." I smiled at him...which I didn't even mean to do. Fuck, that was cheesy of me! What's going on with me, today? First, I'm cool as a cucumber...now I'm getting all fuzzy and...kind? Wow...I must be ill, or something.

I caught a cab back to Amy's, promising the driver that she would pay when I got there. Amy DID pay...just not with a lot of enthusiasm. Then, we went inside her apartment...and I just wanted to get some rest. I felt...weird. Then again...why wouldn't I be? I just met a guy who interests me...and I'm gonna be working with him...every day...which...I liked the sound of. I tried to escape to Amy's spare room...but she stopped me.

"Sooooo...how'd it go?" she asked, in a chirpy tone. "It went...OK. Nothing...special, really." I avoided giving too much info...but Amy...Amy had powers. Her ability to pick up on the slightest of signals...the smallest signs that anything was amiss...they were fucking pinpoint accurate. "You're hiding something..." she stopped me, again. Then, she looked at me...staring...looking for an answer.

"I...met my partner. He's uh...nice. I...like him. Now...CAN YOU MOVE, PLEASE?!" I was losing my temper. I really didn't wanna tell her about Terry. "Ooooh...what's he like, then? Come on! Come in the kitchen and have some coffee...tell me all about it." Amy was very insistent. So insistent that I was powerless, right now. I couldn't get past her. If you can't beat 'em...join 'em.

I sat there, across from Amy...with a cup of coffee just sitting in front of me. It was still pretty hot...so I couldn't really drink any of it. "So...What's he like?" Amy asked. "Who?" I feigned ignorance...trying to avoid the question. No fucking luck. Amy just glared at me. Well...I'm screwed. "He's called Terry...he's British...and he's...really...really...nice." I sounded like I was daydreaming. SHIT! Now she knows I like him! FUCK!

Terry's POV

Whilst I was in Central City, I was renting an apartment halfway across town. I was the only resident...which told you something. And no...the renting market is very strong here. Yes...no one really wanted this place. However...I had something that could fix that. Unlike many people...I had the ability to make almost anywhere feel like home. I brought all my silverware...all my ornaments...even my curtains...all the way from good old Blighty. And now...my apartment was a lovely place to be. Pity the outside didn't exactly reflect that, so well.

If you stepped into my home, you'd find out I was very good at cleaning. Mummy taught me how to clean...how to cook...and how to make a room brighter. For that, I was extremely thankful. However, there's something else you need to know...I'm a huge fan of 80's music. You see...I was born in 1971...making me 48, this year. Now, I didn't look old...but I was. My collection of music reflects that aspect, perfectly. I had shelves upon shelves of albums...both in CD and Cassette form. I was old school. No iPod for me.

Kim Wilde, Duran Duran, Queen...even Roxy Music. I loved music from the 80's...they were my teen years. I even liked a bit of rock...KISS, Def Leppard and The Cult, to name a few. Come to think of it...I wonder what music Fiona liked? Oh, dear. She's back on my mind again! Why am I...so attracted to her? I've had many girlfriends, before...well...sort of. But Fiona...she seemed to...really interest me. I've never been this interested in anyone, before.

I must fancy her...so what do I do? Should I...try my luck? No...she wouldn't say 'yes' to me! She's too good for me...and...younger. MUCH younger. She probably thinks I'm just a silly guy. Not much more than that. I'm her colleague...and I won't get anything more than that. Right? Oh, damn! What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say?

Fiona's POV

Amy was still probing for more info...unfortunately. "So you...LIKE him, then?" she asked, in a rather annoying way. WHY? WHY DID I HAVE TO SAY I THOUGHT HE WAS NICE?! Jeez...I'm so dumb when I'm in love. Wait...'in love'? Really? I dunno about that...or...do I? FUCK, THIS IS GIVING ME A HEADACHE! "Yeah...I guess I do...so what?" I turned to offence...it was the best defence, in my experience.

"Nothing. Just...maybe you should...ask him out? Who knows? He might be single." Amy suggested. Terry...single? I'm pretty sure a guy like him has a ton of girls after him...he wouldn't want another. After all...he's cute...sweet...and...sexy as fuck. I can't even believe what I'm thinking! Sure...he's good looking. OK...very good looking. Fine...he's hot.

"I'll...uh...think about it. But...I kinda need some rest, so, yeah. Night." I told Amy, wanting to get out of that kitchen. After reaching Amy's spare room, I shut the door, behind me...and just laid on the bed. It wasn't a particularly fancy bed...just an iron frame with an OK mattress. No memory foam or any of that shit. Just a mattress, plain and simple. I placed my hands behind my head...and shut my eyes...falling into some deep thoughts...and guess who was featured in them?

Terry...Terry...just...Terry. Nothing else...seemed to be important. My lack of money? Me having to stay in someone else's apartment? The case I would be on, tomorrow? Nah...no issue. Terry...that was an issue. His fur...looked soft to the touch. His eyes...fucking gorgeous. His muscles...so big...and I bet he's big in other places...mmmm. What the fuck?! Why am I thinking about his dick?! What's wrong with me?!

Then again...it WAS a nice thought...a really dirty thought. I bet he never has thoughts like this...or maybe...he does? Maybe he's thinking about me...I hope so...cos I'm thinkin' about him, alright. After all the shit I had with Scourge...I thought I'd never feel attracted to anybody, ever again. But, life has a funny way of working out, sometimes, huh?

End Of Chapter 2