The hurt in Brian's eyes broke her heart. He rubbed his thumb against his bottom lip as his brows furrowed, and she regretted what she had just said. Her mind raced with what ifs and why nots.
"This isn't some dumb movie where the girls instantly forgives the guy that hurt her. It's not some dumb book either, I like you Brian. I like you a lot. But I...I want to try this with you, but you can't lie to me again, not about anything. No matter how simple. Understood?" He nodded his head quickly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I mean It. This has been way to much drama, in way to short a time. Fuck up again and that's it."
"Liz! Relax, I'm not going to fuck this up again. You have my word. I just want to know if this works, how will we-you...no, I mean how will we deal with Fuller?"
She thought about this for a moment, letting out a sigh as she looked at Brian's folded hands. He looked at her expectantly, his eyebrows raised. Finally she said," I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
Brian breathed a sigh of relief clapping his hands on his knees. His looked at Liz and licked his bottom lips as he held her chin and pulled her face towards his pressing his lips to her soft full ones. His tongue grazed her bottom lip and she opened her mouth as his other hand gripped the back of her head pulling her deeper into his kiss. Liz shifted her position on the floor, scooting on her knees and bracing her hands against Brian's thighs losing herself in the moment.
The flurry of voices and the chorus of beeps and buzzes from pagers pulled them from their shared moment. The pile of boxes thankfully shielded them from the floor beyond the cage window. Liz pulled away from Brian and stood up, his hand sliding down her arm and resting in her hand. She looked at him and he pulled her down from one more kiss. The moment was broken by the sound of Jim clearing his throat.
"So I take it you guys have kissed and made up?" Jim spoke with his usual nonchalance, as he spun his force issued pager between his fingers.
"Liz, sweetheart. I'm gonna need my piece, I dropped it with the new guy Friday night for cleaning and scope recal. Home invasion with a hostage. See what good stuff your missing out on Bri? Then again from the tent you're pitching looks like you're having more fun." He winked at Brian, who adjusted his pants where he sat and flipped him off.
"You know Jim, I like you but I'm not opposed to shooting you. Accidental discharge and all." Liz shot back as she handed the gun and a full clip to Jim. "Don't forget to sign it out."
Jim grinned broadly at Brian before signing out his weapon. He winked at Liz as he handed it back to her." I'm glad he got his head out of his ass for you. Maybe you'll shape his ass up. How about a little good luck kiss?" He tapped his cheek with his forefinger in a teasing gesture.
"Get to work you lazy bum." Liz laughed as Jim walked away to suit up. The warmth of Brian's lips on the back of her neck made her jump slightly, he had been so quiet she hadn't known that he had gotten up. The length of him was pressed against her back and his hands slide over her bare arms causing all sorts of dirty thoughts to pass through her mind.
Brian inhaled the smell of vanilla as he kissed the back of her head. He was happy for the first time in awhile. Fuller was just a hiccup in his forming plans. "So how about a lunch date? I know a great Mexican dive a few blocks from here." He leaned on the counter holding her hand as he looked at her.
"A lunch date? Like a first date type of deal?" She looked at him amused at the way he was acting. His whole demeanor had changed and he seemed more relaxed than he had in awhile, for once he didn't seem braced from a fight. And his puppy dog eyes drew her in and weakened any defense she had towards him. "Yeah, I could go for good Mexican." She smiled as a strand of red curls fell from her loose bun. Brian brushed the stray strand behind her ear.
As he smiled at her it occurred to her how odd she thought he looked in his blues. The way he brushed his hair made him seem older, more uptight than she knew him to be. She definitely preferred him out of work, hair asunder, shirt close fitting and untucked. Nothing compared to him first thing in the morning though. She felt her cheeks flush at the thought of him naked.
"You're blushing." He teased kissing her cheek. The loud squeal of unoiled hinges and the echoing thud of the heavy door caused Brian to step away quickly. They large room was now empty and quiet allowing no shield from the doors leading to the offices in front. The sound of soft soled shoes echoed as Fuller approached the cage, his gaze preoccupied with two thick folders.
"Brandt, Gamble. I want the two of you in my office now."