Brian's gaze traveled over Eliza's body. The mound of red curls between her legs just visible under the edge of the shirt. At least she's a natural redhead...yep, still the same old asshole. Normally with any other girl this would be where he got dressed, kissed them goodbye and wouldn't bother to call. He hadn't been in a relationship since Allison. Maybe Street was right? Maybe I was falling again. He let out a sigh, drinking in her body. Watching as she made her away across the living room and to her bedroom.

He picked up his boxers and tugged them on. Following her to her bedroom, another magazine cut out, except the crumpled clothes just peeking out from under the bedskirt. Like she was reading his mind Eliza kicked them under the bed and they disappeared from view entirely. Brian stood in the doorway just watching her, running his thumb over his bottom lip as if thinking.

Eliza could feel his gaze on her. It made her feel slightly uncomfortable. It wasn't as if he was required to stay, he could leave. If he wanted to. He looked her up and down, drinking in the sight of her before walking towards her. She was beginning to pull back the comforter on her bed when he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Breathing in the scent of her hair before kissing her head.

"You can leave...if you want to that is." She could feel his arousal pushing against her rear.

"What, and have to take care of this myself?" He pushed himself closer to her. Making sure she could feel every inch of his arousal on her exposed backside." I'm ready for round two, how about you?"

She smiled playfully as she turned to face him," Are you sure you can handle another go?" She kissed him teasingly, laughing at his feigned look of sadness. Brian smiled into her kiss as he lifted her onto the bed lying her down. He hands slid up her shirt and he wished she had never bothered to put the thing back on.

Eliza was woken by the ringing of her phone, followed by the sharp beep of her answering machine. She rolled over and buried her face into her pillow wishing to go back to her delicious sex dream about Brian Gamble. God it seemed so real. She rolled over again, this time coming face to face with a sleeping Brian. She stopped breathing. Everything that had happened the night before came flooding back into her mind. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

"Oh God..."

"Hey Liz, it's dad. I take it you forgot about our breakfast plans and over slept. I ordered to go and I'm on my way to your place now. I'll be there in about 20 minutes. Hopefully you're awa-"

"Dad, hey. Yeah I did over sleep. I'm sorry." Panic mode had been activated. She pulled a pajama shirt out of her bureau and almost sprinted to the living room collecting Brians clothes. Listening to her step father drone on about little things. She threw Brian's clothes at him, and he stirred, stretching before sitting up, confusion on his face.

"So Liz listen I want to talk to you about Gamble." She stared at Brain mouthing you need to go. As her breathing pretty much stopped.

"What about Brian, did he do something wrong?"

"No, no...well, I hate the punk and you know that. I just need to talk to you about some rumors going around the precinct. Nothing major, just need to touch base that's all," he chuckled into the phone," I'll be at your place in twenty. See you then Honey." *Click*

Eliza was in full panic mode now. If he was on his way to her place then it had to be mildly important, or nagging at him. And if Brian was still here when he arrived all Hell would break lose."Brian, I'm sorry to do this to you like this but you need to leave. My dad- Fuller, is on his way over and he'll be here in twenty and if you're here we're both fucked." Brian smiled, a relaxed slightly tired smile as he pulled his shirt over his head and got out of bed to put the rest of his clothes on.

She was pulling clean clothes out of the bureau, rushing and panicking all at once. Until Brians strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his hard body. Her body stiffened as she looked at him in the mirror. He released her, putting his hands up in a "my bad" gesture while stepping away. She watched him walk into the living room and plop on the couch as he put his boots back on, admiring the way his body moved. Turning away as soon as he looked up.

He stood up with a yawn,"So I guess I'll be going." It seemed more like a question than a statement, and all Liz could do was shake her head and watch him leave. The door closing with a soft thud. Finally she could breathe and think about what had happened. The way Brian was with her last night wasn't Brian Gamble. He was a novel guy, someone from one of her mushy romances. In reality, in front of everyone they had ever worked with, he was an egotistical hot head with an itchy trigger finger he was all to willing to squeeze. She sat on the edge of her bed and let out a quiet drawn out "fuck" while falling back into her blankets. She could smell him all over the bed.

The heavy hand of Capt. Thomas Fuller struck the door three times as he balanced the tray of coffee in one hand. He picked up the bag of food just as Eliza opened the door. She looked so much like her mom it still amazed him.

"Hi dad." Liz smiled pulling the door open and taking the coffees from his hand while giving him a quick squeeze. She had moved into a great neighborhood and used her mothers trust fund to live comfortably. And he laughed a little every time he saw her apartment and it's Better Homes and Gardens-esque appeal. He noticed the two glasses on the side table first thing.

"So I see you had company last night." He had that you know your mother wouldn't approve edge to his voice and she rolled her eyes as she walked into the kitchen.

"It was just a friend, nothing serious." She started setting the table as he took off his light jacket, tossing it over the arm of the couch he bent to pick something up.

"Well whoever your friend was they left their wallet." Eliza sprinted to pull the wallet from his hands as he started opening it. Fear consuming her, he would have her transferred if he found out it was Brian. He wouldn't even hesitate he hated him that much.

Fuller had a look of surprise on his face with a half smile. "Last thing I need you doing is running background checks on my friends. You wanted to talk about Brian?" She returned to the table, feeling suddenly heavy under the stare of her step father.

She adored him, he was the reason she had become a cop. He loved her and had loved her mother. And he was the only father figure she had ever known. He was the one who had delivered the news of her fathers death when she was 9, he held her mother as her whole world fell apart and Eliza's grandmother said she told her this would happen. She knew then that he had always loved her mother even after watching her marry his best friend. It had been two years since her mothers death and he still wore his wedding band.

"Yeah..." He wouldn't look her in the eye as he slouched into a chair and removed containers from the bag," Word got to my ear that Gamble is planning on making a move on you. Something about Street and him making a bet. Please tell me you don't have a thing for him. Your poor mother would roll over in her grave."

"Why on earth would I have a thing for Brian Gamble," she spoke to her scrambled eggs rather than to Fuller. "I mean, he's not my type you know?" She was being dodgy, and if he questioned her further he'd figure it out. Thankfully her pursued no more from her.

"Just be careful around him. He's a punk, always has been. How he made S.W.A.T. I'll never understand. He'll be off once he fucks up though." He spoke uncharacteristically plain for such a simple conversation. And she almost felt obligated to defend Brian somehow. But how could she when the more she thought about him the more she realized she didn't actually know him.