A/N
Previously:
"Your kid isn't in the best of shapes. And we stopped twice, one for breakfast and once to talk. You don't trust me with your kid, Ed?"
"No, I do.."
"It's going to be ok. He ate a little. Be glad. I got to get going. See what Greg's up to." She gave him a shoulder pat and walked to her car.
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She walked inside and put her keys and mail on the table beside the door. "Greg, you still here?"
"I am." She took off her shoes and tossed them by the front door. He walked towards her to kiss her. "Going to take a shower?" She nodded. "Want me to join you?" He joked.
"Funny. Maybe tomorrow." She walked away.
"Zoë," She stopped and turned around. "Would you like to go out with me? We can do whatever you want."
"So if I want to go see the ballet.."
"I draw the line at man in tights."
"The first date was great, you think of something."
"How about we have dinner at my place? You've only been there once or twice, and I haven't even given you the grand tour."
"Sounds like a plan. I hope you can cook."
"I can, go take your shower."
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They had watched at movie at Zoë's before going to Greg's. Zoë sat on the counter as she watched Greg cook.
"Sure I can't help you with anything?"
"I'm sure, sorry I don't have any wine though."
"I don't mind, you know I don't drink often." She watched as he blindly grabbed utensils from all over the kitchen.
"I hope fresh pasta is okay."
"Fresh? Not afraid to get your hands dirty?"
"Let's get something clear." He moved over to stand in front of her. "I'm never afraid to get my hands dirty."
"Good to know." She smelled something burning. "That doesn't smell right." Greg turned around and fixed the problem. He then started to make the pasta.
She moved to the fridge and opened it.
"Touch that tiramisu and I might have to take you down."
"Tackled by Sergeant Greg Parker. Sounds like an acceptable risk."
"Are you saying I can't tackle?" He moved closer, backing her up against the wall.
"I'm saying I wouldn't mind." He kissed her sweetly before stepping away, back to the pasta.
"Don't touch my tiramisu."
"Protective about his food. Got it."
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They had enjoyed their diner and desert. Apparently Greg was quite the cook. She yet again learned something new. After dinner they watched a movie. Zoë spoke when the credits rolled over the screen.
"I've never seen this one before." Greg smiled at her.
"It was good right?"
"It was, how many times have you seen it?"
"This was the third." He hadn't seen much of the movie this time. He had watched her for most of it. She was lying with her head on his shoulder. He watched her every move. The way she smiled or laughed or the way she was surprised more than once.
"Didn't see much of it, did you?" She asked him coy. He acted innocent.
"Of course I did."
"You were watching me more then you did the movie. I'm a cop, you thought I didn't notice?"
"Maybe I just like watching you over some guy." She stood up to straddle his lap. He automatically put his hands on her hips. She kissed him on his mouth before moving to his neck and then his ear.
"Maybe we should move this somewhere else."
"Are you sure you're ready?" She gave him a wicked smile, got up and extended her hand for him. He took it and followed her to his room.
"It's this way, right? Since you still haven't given me the grand tour."
"You know damn well where my bed is."
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"That was," She said, just catching her breath.
"Pretty damn good." She looked over at him and smiled.
"So that's what it feels like." She rolled over, her chest on his. "I love you."
"I love you too." She laid her head on his shoulder.
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Her alarm went off at six-thirty. She extended her hand to push it off but stayed where she was.
"Morning." Greg mumbled.
"Morning." Her head was still on his shoulder.
"Why is your alarm going off this early?"
"Running with Clark." She thought for a second. "Let me text him, to reschedule for 12. I just want to lay here a little longer." Her hand was tracing invisible patterns on his chest.
"Don't think he'll mind?" She shook her head. She grabbed her phone and texted Clark.
'Mind if we run at 12 instead?' It didn't take long for the reply.
'Sure, gives me time to sleep a little more. I'm sore..'
'Take a hot shower. See you at 12.' She put her phone back on the nightstand and lay back down onto Greg.
"12 it is." He let his hand stroke her back. It wouldn't be long until he reached the scars.
"What are these from?" Yep. He reached them.
"The real nasty ones are from knives. Some others are from a whip."
"I'm sorry you had to go through all that."
"Yeah, me too. But it made me who I am."
"They really waterboarded you?"
"Yeah. I just try not to think about that time too much." She looked at his chest for a little bit. "What about you, that scar on your arm?"
"Got shot during the job." She nodded.
"And this one?" It was a scar just under his navel.
"Hurt myself when I was drunk." She nodded.
"I must've been rough, the time that your wife left you and everything."
"It was. I came home and everything was just gone." It was quiet for a few moments. "What about breakfast?" She nodded and rolled off him so he could get up. He put on a pair of sweats and walked downstairs.
She grabbed one of his discarded dress shirts and put it on. She did bring her running clothes but they were still in the car.
"Hope you don't mind, I borrowed something of yours." He turned around to see her in his shirt, it was a little long on her, covering up her underwear.
"Seeing you like that, you can borrow it anytime." He put bacon, sausage and eggs in the pan. "Want some?"
"Cereal?" He pointed towards a cabinet. She opened it to find her favourite. "Honey loops, didn't think you would have those."
"Bought them yesterday for you."
"Pretty sure I was going to stay over, weren't you?" He gave her a coy smile.
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"Can we take a break?"
"Sure Clark."
Zoë showed up at the house right on time. He was ready to go. They had been running for half an hour before taking their first break.
"How did you sleep?"
"Pretty good, better than before. What about you? With the rescheduling and all." She blushed slightly, she hoped Clark didn't get his dad's perceptive skills.
"I slept pretty good. What did you do yesterday?"
"I went to a party."
"Aren't you grounded?"
"Technically.. Yeah."
"What kind of party was it?"
"the unsupervised kind." She was immediately worried he had drunk or smoked. "They offered it to me." She looked up. "But I didn't do it." She patted his shoulder.
"I have no right of saying this, but I'm proud of you. That must've been tough in front of your friends." He nodded. "You should tell your dad you didn't take it."
"Hey dad, I went to a party while I was grounded but I didn't smoke weed."
"Okay, that might not go so well. Fair enough, maybe you shouldn't go to party's while you're grounded?"
"Yeah, but last night's was different."
"Sure it was. Why was it different?"
"Because a girl invited me." He looked away.
"Aaah. Now you should definitely tell your dad." She joked.
"So he can give a sex talk, again?" Zoë didn't get that talk with her parents, which she didn't mind. At all.
"He would do that?" He nodded. "You're 15, in today's world I'm pretty sure you knew how it all goes when you were 12."
"13, do you know any girls with teen pregnancies?"
"No, I don't. Do you?" He nodded.
"A friend of mine knocked a girl up a few months back. She's keeping the baby."
"That's going to be tough."
"Yeah, he just needs to finish school and he has a job at the same time. Do you want kids?"
"That your dad asking or you?"
"My dad, I think he just wants to look out for Mr Parker."
"You can tell your dad he should grow a pair and ask me himself. Come on, enough rest. Let's go run."
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Zoë ran back with him. When he entered the house she turned and got into her car.
"Clark, how'd it go?"
"It was good. Zoë says I need to stretch and take a hot shower."
"Did you ask her?"
"About the kids? Yeah, do you want her answer to the letter?"
"I do."
"Tell your dad he should grow a pair and ask me himself." Ed smiled.
"Sounds like her. Go stretch and take that shower."
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She walked inside Greg's house, she found him sitting on the couch. A little black box in front of him on the table.
"Zoë, I'm so glad that you're here. This came in today, it's your late birthday present." Zoë walked towards him. "Come, sit down."
"What is it?" She sat down next to him on the couch.
"It took me a little time to find it." He handed her the box.
"Can I?"
"Yeah."
She opened the box to find dog tags. She looked at them for a second and then to Greg. She took the tags out of the box and looked at them.
"They're Joey's." He nodded. "You got me Joey's original dog tags?"
"Yes, you told me that you didn't have anything of his except for the picture. I contacted his family, they remembered you and were glad to give them to you. They still had a lot of his stuff." He looked at her for a second. Hoping that she liked it. "And you still wear yours, I thought this is something you can keep close to you." She handed them to him. "You don't like them." It wasn't a question. She gathered her hair and turn with her back to him.
"Can you put them on?" He smiled, glad that she did seem to like them.
"Of course." He put them on her. She turned around and smiled at him.
"I love them, thank you so much." She hugged him tight. "I didn't know you were so thoughtful."
"I'm just glad you like them, for a second I thought I overstepped."
"You didn't."
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A month has passed since Zoë first slept with Greg, work was going good. She was still running with Clark, he was over his addiction but he wanted to stay in shape. He came to work out at SRU once a week, but they would go running at night on days that he didn't come by. Zoë and Greg spent most of the nights and evenings together. But there wasn't a day they didn't see each other.
"Serge, can I talk to you for a sec?" Donna nodded and followed Zoë to the briefing room. "I was wondering, those training exercises we do in the house where one team has to arrest the other. We should make those a little more real."
"I'm guessing you've got an idea how to do so?" Zoë nodded.
"We rob a bank."
"You want to rob a bank?"
"We ask the bank manager, we tell the security guard so he doesn't shoot us. We don't tell any off the employees or customers and rob it. SRU will come, it's like a training, but really awesome."
"Do we use real guns? What if they shoot us?"
"We can use the guns we use when training, they shoot paint."
"But then team one knows it's a training."
"We tell them there is going to be a training in one off their calls in week x, they don't know which call. So they have ID us first, which they would do anyway. Then they have to make sure we don't take the hostages nor the money."
"But what if we accidentally shoot one of the hostages? They won't be happy with paint and know it's fake."
"We give them overalls. You point a gun to their head, they will not ask questions."
"You've really thought this through, Zoë."
"I have. It isn't hard to plan a robbery, I think I know what bank to use."
"So, what you need is?"
"Funding, permission, and someone to go with me to the manager and ask for permission." She nodded.
"It sounds like a plan, let's go see if Holleran is around."
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"So, what you basically want is: permission to rob a bank and funding?"
"We'll give all the money back. We'll lock it in bags. And funding would be great."
"What would you need to buy?"
"Clothes and we need to use some TNT."
"You want to blow something up?"
"Just a wall in the basement."
"Just a wall? I need to take this higher. I will let you know." They nodded and exited Holleran's office.
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"I think you got him." Donna said.
"We're going to rob a bank. Let's keep this between us, for now?" Donna nodded and walked away.
A/N I had 800 words typed, and then I completely changed it around. Anyone who wanted to know what was in the other chapter let me know and I will PM it to you. Didn't have much time today. And tomorrow through Sunday work, so be patient for a little bit. Although,… reviews do make me write faster ^^