Prompt: Is that supposed to scare me?
The doctor gets more interesting by the minute.
You're sitting in a dark corner of the bar - toying absentmindedly with the drink in your hand. You haven't left the doctor out of your sights, in spite the frenzy of girls dancing all around, music blaring and the whole joint pumping with energy from all the people in here. You're eyeing her carefully - smirking slightly in your booth, itching to get up and drag the brunette to some corner of the bar and have your way with her - but that wasn't as easy as you could think it to be.
The doctor eventually does notice you staring her down and disappears into the crowd - hoping to lose you.
What a tease.
She didn't know you weren't the type to lose people you had set your sights on.
Jesus, how do people actually enjoy this.
You're fiddling with the book you managed to grab a hold of, all the time carefully making sure Holly doesn't notice you behind her. She seems engrossed in the hugest book she could find in the library, barely looking up.
Wow, and you can take care of yourself. Ha!
This does seem like the isolated part of the library - not a soul in sight - making the task of tailing this woman all the more difficult.
You're sitting as obnoxiously as you can, legs right up on the table, holding up the book and pretending that this isolated section of the library was the perfect spot to read. You're actually staring Holly down, lusting after the contours of her face and that stray lock of hair. You're licking your lips thinking of the pathologist in all sorts of situations you really shouldn't be thinking of.
Well, I've got to play the part. you tell yourself to justify your rather perverted thoughts.
After what feels like hours, Holly finally closes the book and is about to leave, not noticing you at first, till she walks back to make sure.
"It is you. What are you doing here?"
You haven't moved at all, except for setting the book on your lap, your legs still up on the table.
"What's wrong in reading a book?"
"Nothing - I just didn't peg cops dishonored for drug dealing as Kafka fans." Holly replies, sass lining her words but that's the last thing you notice.
Imagine that voice moaning in your ear. Oh.
"If you must know, my boss was a huge fan. He recommended it." you smirk back, your tongue licking the back of your teeth as you do.
Holly's clearly lost that round of trying to insult you, so she shrugs and turns back to leave.
"Hey Doc!" you call out, beckoning her back to you.
"You should be careful, you know." you warn her, a sly smile stuck on your face.
"Is that supposed to scare me." she replies with a little snort, running her tongue along her lower lip.
"Maybe."
"Goodbye Peck." she laughs, leaving you in the library.
Stubborn, and stupid. What a catch.
A minute later, you get up and follow her right to the busiest bar in town.
Wading through the drunk girls dancing the night out, you see Holly leaning at the bar, ordering another drink from the bartender. You notice him slip something into and you shake your head at that.
And this is the smartest doctor in Toronto.
The minute he serves up the drink, you're right on to Holly, almost knocking over someone else as you do.
"Hey there Doc."
"Are you following me Peck?" she asks, thankfully not too drunk but in aextremely playful mood.
"The boss always recommended a scotch after Kafka." you reply, carefully moving the drink away from her as you do.
"I must warn you." Holly states, running her fingers along your forearm, leaning into your side.
"I don't do bad girls." she whispers in your ear, and that's enough to make you weak in the knees.
Oh that changes tonight.
The next thing you do remember is slamming Holly hard against the wall at the back of one of the dark and lonely walkways of the bar, running your hands under her tight shirt, she's pulling your shirt off and you're already pulling those jeans down her legs.
Oh well, this does count as keeping her safe.
"Why must I be undercover! I can be keep an eye on her without pretending to be a drug peddler!" you reason with Oliver, and he shakes his head at that.
"The good Doctor is just as stubborn as you are Peck. If she catches you keeping an eye on her - she'll fly right off the handle. She's already warned us that if she's ever followed by the department she'll hand in her resignation. And we need her."
"Is the whole public humiliation for drug dealing necessary though? Can't I just be pretend-discharged on quieter terms?"
" things. She can't know you're a cop. She can't know you're keeping an eye on her."
"Why is she such a hot target anyway?"
"She's got evidence that charges the head of the mafia with murder. It's not surprising everyone wants her head on a plate." Oliver explains to you.
"And she isn't scared at all?"
"According to her, she can take care of herself just fine."
You frown at operation was going to suck so much.
Seeing a picture of her on the table, a snap from a camera far off, you remember just how hot Dr. Stewart was.
"Atleast she's hot."
"The third thing Peck, is to not sleep with her."