The following morning
Sunday
Safehouse F
I awoke to the smell of bacon cooking.
The Safehouse was a lot emptier this morning. Most of the couples had gone home, taking their kids with them; which was a blessing! I had to admit that I envied Megan and the others – they were enjoying their childhoods. Me, I had never been able to play and have fun, like them.
When I got to the galley, I found that Cathy and Paige were cooking breakfast. Megan was sitting with Kyle and Abby, while Dave was chatting with Marcus and Marty. There was no sign of Josh or Chloe, nor Kim or Curtis. Sophia was chomping her way through an enormous bowl of biscuits and some other disgusting looking shit that she liked.
"Hey, gorgeous!" Dave called, passing me a coffee in my 'World's Greatest Bitch!' mug.
"Morning everybody!" I groaned and sat down, burying my head in my arms.
"Is she alive?" I heard Josh ask and felt myself being poked in the ribs.
"Do you like your fingers intact?" I growled.
"Not quite Dave, but they'll have to do!" Chloe said, placing a plate of sausages, eggs and bacon down in front of me.
"Fuck!" I growled and then smiled at Chloe. "I am hungry, thanks!"
..._...
Just then, Curtis came into the galley. He seemed a little apprehensive, but looked directly towards Megan and strode between the tables directly towards her.
"Morning, Curtis..." Megan said, but she was interrupted as Curtis grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips.
Just a quick kiss, nothing more. Megan's eyes bulged out and as expected, she slapped Curtis before he drew away. Curtis just smirked and he seemed to ignore the red, hand-shaped mark on his left cheek.
"It was worth it!" He said, before heading to get some food.
..._...
I stared at Megan.
After slapping Curtis, she just sat there. Then she slowly licked her lips and a sly smile appeared. She looked to be trying to process what had just happened to her. I knew that look; I had seen it on my own face, often enough. Then I saw Megan blush as realisation hit her. I was not sure whether the blush was because she was embarrassed or because she had realised why Curtis had kissed her. They meant a lot to each other, those two. Curtis came back over, with his breakfast, and sat down opposite Megan. He smirked at her, as he started on his bacon.
"Why?" Megan asked simply, biting her lip.
"Just to prove that I do have some balls!" Curtis replied.
"I know you have balls, Curtis – I've seen them," Megan said, then blushed even deeper, before stammering on. "I mean... I've seen you fighting, err, proving you have balls!"
"Wow!" Paige commented, looking down at her mortified daughter. "You learn something new every day!"
Later that day
West Ridge
"Mindy!"
I turned to see who was hissing at me. It was Chloe.
"What?"
"I need to talk to you – now!"
"Go ahead!"
"In private!" Chloe hissed.
"Okay!" I replied, smiling at Dave.
I followed Chloe outside and onto the deck.
"What?" I asked.
Chloe looked very uncomfortable and somewhat upset.
"I'm late!"
"For what?"
"Come on, doofus – do I have to spell it out!"
"I guess!"
"I should have started by now!"
"Started what?" I asked. "Started making sense?"
"Mindy you can be such a…" Chloe growled, getting mad. "You're supposed to be clever, for fuck's sake!"
I had absolutely no idea what she was raving on about; she was nuts! Chloe's shoulders slumped and she held her head in her hands.
"I've not had my fucking period, you stupid bitch!" Chloe growled angrily.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, feeling rather stupid!
"Jeez, thick bitch!" Chloe breathed.
"Sorry, I was having a blonde moment!"
"You're not blonde anymore!" Chloe stated.
"It's part of me!" I replied with a grin, before turning serious. "Have you been at it with Josh recently?"
"Yeah, we've had sex – a few times – recently," Chloe, admitted blushing a little.
"I assume you used protection?"
"Always!"
"You absolutely certain?" I persisted.
"Yes! I'm on the damn pill, too!"
"Shit happens!" I quipped.
"Not fucking funny, Mindy!"
"Go piss on a pregnancy thingy," I suggested.
"Will you drive me to the store?"
Forty minutes later
"Oh thank fuck for that!"
"I take it the scare is over?" I asked.
"Not pregnant and my period just started!"
"Dodged a bullet there, young lady!"
"Tell me about it! Yes, I want kids and yes, I think I want kids with Josh – just not right now!"
"Good to hear," I said.
"Our secret?" Chloe asked with a hopeful grin.
"Our secret, Chloe."
What the hell, would I do in that position?
I mean, what if one of those little wriggly things got past all the protection? Wham! I would be pregnant and no more Hit Girl. I was not going to give up sex, no fucking way; it was arguably better than killing!
I was six months away from turning eighteen. Maybe I should consider taking some time off, maybe in my early twenties and have kids. I would not be young forever and besides, something may happen to me, or worse, something may happen to Dave!
Deep, heavy thoughts. They could wait for another month.
Anyway, I had the streets to patrol, along with Kick-Ass!
Two days later
Wednesday
West Ridge
"How you doing hunk?"
I looked over to the smiling light of my life.
"Feeling old!" I quipped.
"Happy Birthday!"
Mindy was naked and cuddling into me. Another year of my life was beginning, another year with Mindy Macready. Mindy was the one person I loved more than anyone, in the whole world.
I ran my right hand over her compact, but soft, chest and as I touched the nipples, Mindy tensed up and her breath caught. As usual, she was having a stiffening effect on me and she knew it. I started to kiss her neck as I ran my hand down across her strong, flat stomach and into the soft, but damp region between her legs. Mindy was squirming and she started to moan as my fingers explored the warm moist...
Damn him!
He knew exactly which buttons to press and which ones to caress. He knew me perfectly, every square inch, inside – and out. It helped that I was fit and healthy, as Dave had me panting like a dog on heat! The orgasm that I knew was coming would rip me apart from the inside out and take all my energies to absorb.
Minutes later, I was panting, as all my muscles and limbs shook with the sensations building inside them until I could take it no more. I screamed. Dave was laughing as I folded up to ride out the sensations that surged from between my legs to my brain, via my breasts.
When I could breathe again, I turned to Dave, who planted a kiss on my lips.
"You are gonna be the fucking death of me, asshole!"
"So you didn't enjoy it?" Dave asked, pretending to be hurt.
"You know what I meant, Ass-Kick!"
An hour later
After a long shower – together of course, where I thanked Dave for his wonderful fingers, we headed down for a late breakfast.
We found a scowling Josh in the kitchen.
"I am going to buy some bloody ear plugs! Noisy bastards, the both of you!" Josh moaned. "Oh, Happy Birthday, Dave!"
"Thanks, Joshua!"
That night
It felt good to be back out on the streets, just Kick-Ass and Hit Girl.
I was able to ride my Panigale, which made me immensely happy – it felt good to ride side by side with Kick-Ass on his Diavel motorcycle. It was even better that the City was back to its normal, relatively safe, state.
We cruised the streets and enjoyed the view, not to mention the waves and smiles from the public and the CPD. We also had a visit from Petra!
As we cruised up Route 50, Kick-Ass motioned to his rear and I saw a third motorcycle catch up and pull alongside Kick-Ass. It was the same Honda CBR1000RR Fireblade, which we had seen Petra with previously. She turned her head and nodded at us both. I nodded back, along with Kick-Ass. I revved my engine and Petra revved back. Kick-Ass looked at me and shook his head before dropping back. I nodded at Petra and she accelerated, pulling a wheelie and speeding away.
"Be careful!" Kick-Ass cautioned.
"Hey, it's me!" I replied, laughing as I accelerated after the vanishing Fireblade.
"That is exactly what I am afraid of!" Kick-Ass said.
"Battle Guy – you following that speed junkie?"
"Every turn!" Battle Guy replied.
I followed from a distance as the two rival vigilantes passed through Midway International Airport. I could tell that there was rivalry building up between Hit Girl and this Petra. There was no way that Hit Girl was going to allow herself to be outridden by anybody! They finally slowed, as the turned right onto South Archer Avenue. Battle Guy was giving me directions to their location. I finally caught up, just as Petra waved to Hit Girl and turned away.
..._...
"You enjoy that?" I asked as I pulled alongside.
"You know I love speed!" Hit Girl replied.
"I do!" I agreed. "Can we get back to what we came out here to do?"
"If you insist!"
I knew that Hit Girl enjoyed racing around at speed on the Panigale. I also knew that one day it would not end happily for her! At least we knew that Petra was still around and I was pleased to see that Hit Girl was not intending to kill her.
At least not yet.
Nothing particularly exciting occurred as we rode around the City.
The important thing was that we were being seen, which raised our image and let those to whom we were a danger know that we were about and would respond where necessary.
The CPD had reported that crime levels were lower. Many criminals had been killed or put away by the time Ralph D'Amico had died. Plenty had been ratted out since, too! As usual, just the threat of us was enough to keep the small-time criminals at bay.
Chicago PD
District 21
It had taken almost ten months, but the rebuilt District 21 was now open for business.
"Not bad!" Marcus commented to Voight as he was shown the new office space for Intelligence.
"A step up from the previous, I'll admit that!" Voight replied.
The new premises was all glass and aluminium, and very, very smart. Voight had a glass-enclosed office, on the third floor, at the end of a larger, open area that had space for ten desks. Voight's team were hard at work and seemed to be enjoying the new facilities.
"I understand that you will soon be working across the corridor," Voight commented, indicating an almost identical, but empty area across the corridor from Intelligence.
"It's still under discussion, but yes it looks like the new 'Organised Crime Taskforce' will be stood up soon," Marcus replied.
"Congratulations, Lieutenant – I'm looking forward to working with you."
"As am I, with you and your team, Sergeant."