Chapter 14: Redemption...At Last

The day after Terry stole a kiss from Fiona, the plan was set in motion to bust Bryce. It's all been leading up to this. Finally, Fiona will get her redemption...and maybe get something more, too?

Fiona's POV

City Hall...4PM...the stage was set. An ordinary Thursday afternoon, with cars rushing by and people walking about. Nobody had a clue that today...on this ordinary Thursday afternoon...Bryce was going down...hard. We had all we needed to make an arrest. The incriminating letter, the testimonies from the girls who were trafficked and the workers at the strip club...oh...and my boot in his face. I had been itching for a fight with someone for weeks...and now I'd get my chance to crack someone's skull...and all in the name of good. Funny how things change, right?

Years ago, I was just your ordinary, nasty criminal. A real bitch, who'd beat the shit out of anyone who crossed her...and lose the cops in seconds, blowing them a kiss as I scurried away. Now, I'm a cop, myself...with a badge...and a partner. Honestly, I don't think I would've made it this far without Terry. He's kept me going through all this...and I'm hoping he'll be my reward when it's all done. His support, his hugs...his kisses...THAT'S what I've been missing all these years...and it feels good to have it, at last. Time to redeem myself for all my past misdeeds...and get my man in the process.

Speaking of Terry, he's right by my side, walking up those steps to City Hall...with the same intentions as me. Soon, we reached the main lobby of the ornate building, with polished wood flooring...most likely made from something you can't get anymore...legally. The lady on the reception desk, a young rabbit, waved to us. "Hello, officers! Do you have an appointment?" she asked us. "We wanna see Senator Bryce...ASAP." I told her, keeping my mission in mind. I didn't have time for some shitty appointment...he's going down, today, whether my name is on a list, or not.

"Sorry, Mr. Bryce doesn't accept guests without an appointment..." she delivered the news I certainly didn't wanna hear...and my fists clenched. Terry stopped me from using violence, stepping ahead and taking over. "I know how important your job must be...managing all the things that happen in this place. So...we'll save you a job of admin and just make our way there. No need to write it down. After all...a lovely young lady like yourself has better things to do." Terry turned on his charm...which worked. "Oh...Well, I suppose...Go on, then!" she giggled, blushing wildly. She let us past with no further questions.

"How the fuck did you do that?!" I whispered to him as we began walking up the big marble staircase up to the first floor. "Charm works in many situations...You just need to know what to say." he smiled, modestly. Yep...he's good. After all...he charmed ME, didn't he? He must be good if he brought out MY soft side. We reached the top of the staircase...with Bryce's office just a few feet away from us...behind a pristine, white door. This is it...my first bust as a cop...and it was gonna be good.

Terry opened the door to his office...and a quick glance inside revealed all. Bryce was sat at his desk...writing something...he had no idea what was coming. "Oh, hello, officers! I didn't know you had an appointment?" Bryce had that fucking cheesy grin on his face...and I was gonna wipe it off, soon. Our stern expression told him we weren't pleased to see him...no...not in the slightest. "Officers?" he tried to make contact as we slowly approached his desk. Sweat started pouring down his face.

"Senator Bryce...you are under arrest. You have the right to remain..." before Terry could finish...the unthinkable happened. Bryce lifted up his desk and pulled out a pistol...pointing it straight at us. I froze...staring down the barrel. "I'm not going anywhere, officers!" he yelled, with fire in his eyes. The bastard...he's fucking dead! Terry did something equally unexpected...standing in front of me. "Terry?! What the fuck are you doing?!" I asked, in shock. He stood his ground.

"I warn you...put the gun down." Terry spoke in a threatening tone...much unlike him. "I don't think so!" Bryce still maintained his aim on Terry, refusing to drop his weapon. He had the upper hand...and he wasn't gonna give it up. "Put. The. Gun. Down!" Terry warned him, once more, clearly stating each word...with force behind them. What IS he doing?! He's gonna get himself killed! The silly, cute boy!

Then, it happened. Terry was bust a grey flash as he tackled Bryce, who still held the gun...yelling at the top of his lungs. With one move, Terry grabbed hold of the gun...pointing it up towards the ceiling...and twisted it. I heard the sound of Bryce's bones cracking under the sheer pressure. "AGGGHHHH!" he cried out in pain, pulling the trigger several times, but only shooting behind him. Bryce's arm was twisted behind him...and Terry had his other hand on Bryce's throat. "I warned you! I WARNED YOU! BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN!" Terry yelled at him, giving him a punch square on his jaw.

I was...amazed by Terry's actions. His bravery...his skill...his yelling! Nothing made sense. Terry was soft, gentle...kind. Since when could he do...all this?! I was speechless...just watching it happen. "Senator Bryce, you ARE under arrest...and you're coming with me!" Terry cuffed him, twisting BOTH of his arms, this time. Ouch...that must hurt. Bryce had a disgraced look on his face...and blood streaming out of his bust lip. Terry had hold of him, pushing him out of the office...and turned to look at me.

He flashed me a soft smile...and a wink. "Coming, Fiona?" he asked, with a normal, calm voice. "Sure, Terry. I'll be right behind you." I told him, following on behind. What just happened? Terry just tackled a guy with a gun...that's what. I saw it happen...so why do I not believe it? Anyway...I suppose it's not an issue. We've got Bryce in custody...what we came for. What we've worked for. We deserve to take it easy, after this. I guess Terry was just really angry at Bryce for his actions. I was, too...it's understandable.

Outside City Hall, I was met by the sight of 16...no, 17 police cars...SWAT police fully dressed up in body armour...and of course, the Chief...with a loudhailer...cos he TOTALLY needs one of those, right? (!). The feedback from his hailer screeched through the air, hurting my ears. "Ahem...Fiona! Terrence! Don't panic! We heard the shots and we called in backup!" the Chief bellowed to us. His expression changed when Terry held up Bryce in cuffs with just one hand. Wow...he's stronger than I thought...hot!

"Oh...I see. All units, stand down. It appears we don't need you, after all." the Chief told all the other officers. I heard them groan and sigh, understandably pissed off cos their time had been wasted...but did I give two shits? Nah. The Chief approached us, with a smile on his face...for once. "Excellent work, you two! I always knew you could do it!" the Chief congratulated us. What?! Always knew we could do it? The fuck?! I remember that he said he didn't believe we could do it. Proved him wrong, then.

Terry pushed Bryce towards one of the squad cars, preparing to put him in the back seat. "Hey, Terry! Wait up a sec!" I called to him, rushing over. "Yes, Fiona?" he asked, looking at me. My actions told him what I wanted to say. I smacked Bryce's head against the squad car's window, leaving a bloodied crack in the glass. "THAT'S for thinking you can 'buy' girls!" I taunted him, right in his ear. Another? Why not? This time, I made the crack wider...and blood trickled down his face. "THAT'S for wearing such shit suits!". One last time, just for shits and giggles? Yep. This one was the hardest of all. "And THAT'S for being a politician!" I gave him my last insulting dig...and let Terry throw him in the car.

"Good one, Fiona! I like your style." Terry gave me the thumbs up...accompanied by a sweet smile. "You weren't bad, yourself, partner! You kicked his ass, back there." I returned the compliment. At last...we'd done it. Bryce was down, the Chief was happy...and now I ain't got no more work to do for a while. "Whaddaya say we get out of here? Take me to that bar, again, Terry?" I suggested, taking hold of his hand. "It would be my pleasure..." he said, before doing yet another unpredictable thing.

Terry just picked me up...holding me, bridal style...and started walking down the sidewalk. It felt...amazing to be in his arms, again. Plus, I was kinda tired...so getting a free ride there was pretty cool, too. The sunset looked awesome, this evening. The whole sky was painted a warm orange...looking as if it would burn you if you got too close to it. There was a cooling breeze running through the city streets, which cooled me down a little. After all, how could I NOT be warm when Terry's carrying me. It's just me and him...no one else...and that's the way I want it.

End Of Chapter 14