"Fuuuuuuck." Was all Brian managed to say as he ran a hand over his face. He stood away from Eliza kicking at a pebble on the pavement. This is not how he had planned things. For once he didn't know how to play this. How to play her. He just stood with a hand in his pocket and another scratching the back of his neck repeatedly thinking FUCK!

Everything about her stance emanated anger. Her arms folded across her chest, the glint in her eyes and her set stance. He couldn't figure out how to tell her.

In truth he didn't fully think about what would happen if Fuller found his wallet. This was him for Christ sake, he would do anything to get at Fuller. And once he found out that Liz was Fuller's step daughter and opportunity seemed to present itself, the biggest possible way for Brian to stick it to him. He felt like a dick, but he's Brian Gamble being a dick is sort of his forte.

"I'm waiting for your reason, and it better be a damn good one. Why the hell would you drop it knowing he was on the way over? For fucks sake Brian, why?" Tears threatened to slip from the corners of her eyes. And Brian felt a pang of guilt for using her to get at Fuller. He couldn't tell her the self-serving truth, but this was their second argument within a 24 hour period. It was getting old fast, and Brian figured part of the truth might salvage something. Otherwise Monday was going to be pretty fucking awkward.

"I wanted Fuller to know okay? It wasn't a fully thought out plan, and I felt like a complete jackass as soon as I shut your door. But you know Fuller and I hate each other and it was a chance for me to-"

"For you to what, rub in his face that you fucked his daughter? God you are a piece of work Brian Gamble. Sometimes I wonder if maybe he is right about you being a loose cannon and a bad influence on the S.W.A.T. team members." The hurt in her eyes made Brian's heart sink. He didn't mean for her to get hurt, but knowing what Fuller said about him had his blood boiling.

"He thinks I am a bad influence? Ha, that's rich. He's probably itching for a reason to toss me off the squad."

"This isn't about the bullshit between you and him. This is about the bullshit that is sitting between me and you." She moved towards him, shoving him back with each step forward." I don't get it. For years you've treated me better than anyone else has, and last night you were like some douche out of a romance novel. And now back to being the locker room asshole. What the hell is the deal" His back hit the wall and Liz stopped shoving him, her arms dropping to her sides. She looked defeated and vulnerable, and Brian seized the opportunity.

Swiftly he grab her arms and spun her so she was the one standing against the wall. Looking at him with shock that almost masked the pain he had caused. He pushed his lips against her kissing her passionately, trying to convey his lust for her in that single moment. She wiggled and tugged her arm free.

Eliza's hand struck Brian with a loud crack and a force that made his head turn. His skin tingled as he ran his fingers lightly over the spot she had just smacked. His free hand still grasping her arm, a smirk graced his lips as he looked at her now rubbing his cheek.

"So I guess that means we aren't having sex tonight?"

"You're a pig. I knew you could be an asshole but I didn't think you could be this cruel." Eliza wretched her arm from his slackened grasp and hastily walked out of the alley. The soft jeers of drunk patrons greeting Brians ears as she headed away from him. He knew he didn't have to tell her the whole reason behind why, she was a great detective and had already figured it out after his first sentence. But as with all people, she was prone to human error when emotions were involved.

"She should have known better." Brian hissed to himself as he kicked an old garbage can, denting the weak metal. His wish for a few beers and pool with Jim had died the moment Liz had stepped into the bar and Brian saw her. He didn't even bother saying good- bye to him, if anything he'd assume he left with Liz or some other girl. He got on his motorcycle and just drove the nights air having seemed to grow heavy after that argument.

Liz dropped her keys and phone into the basket on the table as she kicked off her shoes, each one sliding in a different direction. She hated them anyways, they hurt her feet like hell and made her feel slightly off-balance. Heels were not her thing. As she walked into the kitchen she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hair stood loose and curling past her shoulders, her make up light but noticeable, her shirt cut much lower than she would normally allow. And her skirt, short and loose with nothing underneath. She had done it all for him and in turn he made her feel like a complete idiot.

She thought that Brian's relationship with Allison could have been a fluke, and now despite trying so hard to see something worth seeing in him she was starting to think Fuller was right. Brian Gamble was a bad seed.

A bad seed she couldn't stop thinking about as she pulled a bottle of vodka from the freezer. She searched the fridge for something to mix and found a half full bottle of juice that was barely before the best by date. She filled a glass with the clear liquor and added just enough juice. She took a deep gulp before heading off to the bathroom and running the water. A long hot bath and a drink seemed in order for the time being, but she didn't think anything would get Brian or his naked body out of her mind.