Beyond fishing
Chap 2 Musings the starting block
A/N: You've read this before? Boring? Should I stop, already? Let me know, your wish is my command. Maybe.
Eddie's POV
This coffee is good! Well, I prepped it my way. I must train him on how to do that. Sure, he was my T/O but even Harvard has a thing or two to learn. Right?
HARVARD! I truly could not believe that when he told me. I mean high income lawyer to patrol officer. Who does that? Only Jameson Reagan, I think. But I learned: he is the kindest, most compassionate, loyal, courageous man I've ever met. Bar none. That has to be it! And I could go on . . .. and on; but I won't. (RULES!)
I'll never forget the moment we first met. There I was, bouncing down the steps of the 12th; my 1st tour, to meet my T/O. The Commish's son. I bet he's a stuck-up bastard! But no, his reaction floored me. His eyes, wow! I've never seen a more expressive pair of hazel beauties. With a hint of gold woven through those irises; I could get lost in those depths! And I just about did – but I caught myself.
"You Reagan? I'm Eddie Janko."
"Oh . . . really?"
GOTCHA! He said one thing, his eyes told the truth. They always would; I learned really fast to pay attention to those eyes. Hey, I'm supposed to be learning, right? A gal's gotta pay real close attention to her guy.
WHAT? My guy? I've got a way to go there, but I'll make it. I can feel it.
Then came our 1st tour.
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1ST TOUR TOGETHER
STILL EDDIE'S POV
It's said that losing a comrade is the worst day a cop can have. How about your 1st tour? SHIT!
Here I am, holding officer Collins head in my lap, pressing on her abdominal GSW to hopefully slow her blood loss. Beside us is her hat, upturned showing a picture of her husband and daughter. I think. Mercy me, that could be me someday. Please, Lord – let it not be. PLEASE!
We lose her, DAMN.
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I meet Jamie's dad . . . er, the Commish. A large, intimidating fellow even if he wasn't my boss. I almost laughed at the moustache, almost.
We babysit the suspect (I despised that! Really?); hold off Collins' partner & two friends intent on street justice (I step up to support my partner. Damn that feels good!); Jamie's brother (detective) and sister (ADA) seriously shade circumstances to get the suspect to incriminate himself (Is nothing sacred? No.). I'm learning here.
THEN
Again, I bounce down the front steps of the 12th, tour finished. I've changed into civvies: a white top, black skinny jeans, my signature 3" heeled black boots & black leather jacket (A lot of black, I know. There's a reason.)
I prance across the street toward my Porsche. Jamie is there to greet me; he's leaning against my baby! Legs crossed at the ankles.
"Hey, this your car?" He asks matter of factly.
"Yeah, don't hold it against me," I purr.
His eyes say more, waaaay more! Like I said, they always do. Pay attention, kiddies.
I roar off, giving my T/O a wiggly finger wave.
He is rooted in place, stunned. 'What just happened?'
He will figure it out, eventually. He's HARVARD after all.
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EDDIE – Prelude to the rest of my life has begun. I'm really looking forward to this!
TBC
