Bobby Meets His Match- Part 3
This chapter has a lot of exposition, but that is needed before we get to the juicy stuff. Please leave reviews, as I live for them.
Cathy hated traffic, especially hated traffic when it is dark and the only things you could see were the glowing taillights of the person ahead of you. Her night vision wasn't the best , either. She could see ok, it was just harder to judge distances at might. That made the traffic thing all the more stressful. Stop, go., stop, go, stop, go. It was so annoying and tried Cathy's patience. Hard to live in a city the size of Trenton, without experiencing traffic, though. You'd think she'd be used to it by now. But she got so damn bored and impatient in traffic.
Cathy rubbed her eyes and sighed. She was so tired and so far behind at work. She had a big presentation to give before the board in two days, and she had barely started it. There had just been so many other things that had interfered. Cathy was a social worker and there were always crises she had to deal with. She'd get called out on cases ,or to do an home visit, or parents or cops would need to talk to her right away, or she'd have to go to court to testify, like she did two days ago. Because she had so many interruptions during the day, she often wound up doing her paperwork in the evenings or on weekends. But last night she'd had a meeting until almost eight, then two evenings ago she'd had that first aid class.
Thinking of the class made her think of that luscious guy, Bobby Brown. Not that she hadn't thought about him a lot in the past two days, anyway. He was so hot. And mysterious. Cathy smiled and felt herself get wet when she thought of how impossibly sexy he had looked at the courthouse in that black uniform. When he'd shaken her hand she'd thought about how huge his hands were, and about how well they must fit around the huge gun that he carried. And then there was the first aid class. How she had ever made it through that class without drooling was amazing. And when he had used her for a partner in the demonstration and his arms had been around her, she had been pressed up against his hard body. She was practically orgasming from the memory of his arms around her.
But she was realistic. Bobby was a pipe dream. A guy like Bobby probably had women throwing themselves at him. Beautiful women. Beautiful , young, tall women with big breasts. He probably hadn't even noticed an attractive, but not gorgeous , short, redhead , with 34Bs. Besides, a guy like him was probably a player. Guys that attractive didn't usually want women for anything other than sex. She knew, since her last two relationships had been that way. Basically sexually based. Cathy was in her late thirties now, and she wanted more than just sex. She'd been on her own for a long time. Now she wanted a real relationship. And guys like Bobby usually didn't have 'real relationship" in their vocabularies.
Not that Cathy had time for a relationship. She had been working 60 hour weeks and her life in the past year, since she broke up with her last asshole boyfriend had been very routine. Get up, feed the cat , go to work, eat dinner, go to bed. Repeat. Guys like Bobby liked exciting woman. And lately Cathy didn't have the time to be exciting.
She had crept along, stop, go , stop, go, top speed of 15mph, only travelling about 5 miles in the last 15 minutes. Suddenly , fuck!, she remembered that most of the paperwork she needed to work on her presentation was still at the office. Damn. How could she have forgotten something that important? She was always so organized. But it was hard to be organized when you were juggling so much , and when your mind was occuied with fantiasies of a hot guy. Shit. She didn't have much choice. She had to work on the presentation tonight. And she couldn't do anything without that paperwork. She'd have to go back to the office.
Cathy had finally reached an exit. She had no choice but to get off the highway, and get on going back the way she had come. Shit. She was so hungry, too, but she didn't really have a choice. It took her almost 10 minutes just to get off the highway, and wait on the metered ramp to get back on the highway going back the opposite direction from home.
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Bobby sat in the garage at Rangeman, in the back of an SUV, inventorying the supplies in the medical kit that was mandatory equipment for each SUV. The supplies were inventoried regularly . They got depleted fairly quickly, because, well, Stephanie was kind of accident prone. Bobby had a huge paramedic kit with complex equipment, but each vehicle also had a mini-first aid kit with basic supplies. Several months ago, Steph had gotten hurt, and the medical kit in the SUV didn't have any more Tylenol. Ranger had been pissed, so now it was mandatory that the kits be inventoried regularly. Bobby didn't mind , anyway. It was always best to be prepared. It was dangerous to be in the field without the proper equipment, and that included medical supplies.
Besides, the monotonous routine of counting supplies, and checking them off on the checklist gave him time to think. For the last few days, he couldn't stop thinking about Cathy. He couldn't stop thinking about that damn class, where Lester had made her be his partner. Bobby's arms had been around her, under the softness of her breasts, her ass wedged against his dick. He didn't usually like short women, but she fit in his arms so perfectly. She was totally not his type. He liked the tall athletic type, or the tall, buxom type. Not the short, redheaded, curvy, sophisticated, relationship-wanting type.
He pulled the registration paper with her phone numbers highlighted on it from one of the pockets on his black cargoes. He had been carrying the damn paper with him for two days now, trying to work up the nerve to call her. He had never had a problem calling women before. Hell, he never usually had problems getting a woman before, but this one seemed different. She didn't even know that Bobby had her number. Lester had gotten it for him surreptitiously from the registration form the night of the class.
So, if he called her, she would wonder how he got her number. And she might think he was a stalker or something. Shit. Bobby was so distracted by his thoughts that he counted the supplies in the same kit four times. He put the last kit away and headed back to the control room. He didn't like feeling like this, unsure of himself. Bobby never felt unsure. He felt confident in every situation, from a gunfight to a bleeding artery, he never panicked, he always was confident. Even in combat, there had been times he'd been scared , but he always stayed calm, cool, and collected. But now he felt like a goddamn insecure teenager when it came to this woman, and it seriously pissed him off.
He got to the control room just as Lester was leaving for a surveillance shift. He thought about trying to avoid Lester, so he wouldn't get shit from him about calling Cathy, but Bobby Brown didn't hide from anyone. Lester had been pestering him constantly about calling her. He was pretty sure Lester had a pool going about when he'd get laid.
Lester saw Bobby on his way out the door with Junior. " Well, dude, did you call her yet?" He saw the look on Bobby's face, and an incredulous expression appeared on Lester's.
" You didn't call her? What the fuck, its been two days? What the hell are you waiting for? You got a hot chicks number and you are just staring at it like a moron? You got no balls all of a sudden?"
Lester was Bobby's partner and friend, but he could really be an ass.
" I was waiting. Isn't there like a three day waiting period rule or something? ", Bobby said, grasping for an explanation that would sound believable.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You are acting like a chick. Just call her. Christ I can't believe what a pansy ass you are all of a sudden. "
Bobby couldn't think of a response to that, since Lester was right. " Fuck you," he said and plopped down at the monitors, glad Lester was leaving.
Bobby sat at the monitor screen and took out the paper once again. He stared at the paper. " What the fuck is wrong with you , just call her, asshole," he thought to himself. He took a deep breath, and started to get out his cellphone when one of the Rangeman security system accounts went off.
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Cathy had finally made it back to the building where she worked. It was almost eight o clock and pitch dark. The parking structure was almost deserted. Cathy grabbed her purse and hurried to the building entrance. Her feet were killing her. She still had on the forest green tailored skirt suit she had worn today. She didn't always wear a suit, but when she had client meetings, she liked to look extra- professional. The four inch, dark green peep-toe stiletto pumps matched her suit. They hurt like hell after so many hours, but they made her legs look great. She loved heels, and she had to wear them since she was so damn short. In four inch heels she was only 5'5. The loud clicking of her heels as she walked reverberated through the quiet garage.
The building was dark, apparently no one was working late tonight. Usually, she wasn't the only one here in the evenings. She used her key to open the door , but didn't hear the beep of the alarm. That was odd, but maybe they had left it off for when the janitor came to clean later in the evening. She would have to talk to someone about that. She made sure to lock the door again behind her. After all, this wasn't the greatest part of town. And they did get vandalized sometimes. It was the nature of their work that sometimes they dealt with the dregs of society. And sometimes people got pissed off at them, and vandalized the buildings.
It was a little creepy to be here alone at night, but she would only be there long enough to grab the files and leave. The building was completely quiet and dark except for the emergency "exit" lighting down the hallway. Cathy walked in the dim cast of the light until she got to her office. She flipped on her office light, but it was blindingly bright in the otherwise dark building. So, she turned on her desk lamp, and shut of the overhead light. The resulting light was bright enough to work in, but not blinding.
Her desk, usually so organized, was covered with piles of folders and papers she hadn't yet gotten to. There were several documents she needed for her presentation. Some of them weren't in the piles on her desk. Shit. She thought she knew where they were, but maybe not. This was obviously going to take longer than she thought, she was going to have to search for them.
The complete silence in the building was spooky. Every tiny sound, like the humming of the fridge in the breakroom, startled her. She wasn't used to total silence, and it was creeping her out. She fished out her IPOD shuffle from her purse and clipped it to her suit, the sounds of Green Day now loud in her ears. After she had spent some time going through the stack of papers now scattered over the desk and floor, she remembered that there might be a copy of the data report she needed in a binder on one of the bookshelves, above her head, She grabbed a chair to stand on and started searching the bookshelf, dropping the unneeded papers to the floor as she worked.
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Bobby and Ranger scrambled out of the SUV, responding to the silent alarm that had tripped at 210 Jefferson Ave. This was a crappy part of town and the building had been vandalized frequently . The owners had hired Rangeman to install sophisticated silent alarm systems. The door was locked, so they used their master. The alarm box was blinking silently, but furiously, indicating that someone was in the building.
It was completely dark and silent in the building. Ranger and Bobby split up to investigate the problem.
"Rangeman Security. Is anyone working here?" Bobby yelled, in case someone was just working late. No one replied.
"Rangeman security. Is someone here?", he called again. The building stayed silent. Bobby noticed a small light emanating from one of the offices. The door was nearly closed, only open a crack, and he could hear the sounds of papers or something being tossed around. Ranger and he drew their weapons and crept stealthily down the hall. As they got closer, the sound of papers and things being tossed around became louder, and no one replied to their calls. Obviously someone was trashing the office.
Bobby got to the door first, brushed it open with his body and charged into the room, his gun sweeping the room. As he burst into the room, there was a startled female scream. Bobby moved quickly , holstered his gun, and all but caught the redhead as she twisted to look, lost her balance and fell off the chair.
