Disclaimer: The SWAT Kats are owned by Hanna Barberra and the Tremblay Brothers. I own the OCs.
Once again, I need to thank my Beta/Muse, Misarae for getting me though this and kicking my tail when needed.
For those who do not remember, here is the last few lines from the last chapter:
"Face it, Callie. Hehas it bad for you, and you had better realize it. The REAL question is, did you enjoy it?" Felina asked while rolling her eyes and holding her head.
Callie looked down at her plate and thought real hard. Withher busy schedule and T-Bone being who he was,and not knowing anything but the mask and nothing about the tom behind it. Could there be something more?
Callie thought for a long time. Finally, she answered, almost in a whisper, "Yes."
Felina shouted and asked, "I knew it! So what are you going to do about it?"
Callie replied, "I don't know, Felina. He is one of the heroes of the city. I am sure that there are plenty of other she-cats that are vying for his attention, among other things. I am just a BORINGworkaholic. Howam I supposed to compete with other she-cats?"
"I don't think that you have to worry about that, based on that searing kiss back at your office. He DEFINITELY has you in his sights, and if he is as much of a Sure-Shot as his partner, he is going to get you sooner ratherthan later," Felinasaid.
Callie started to turn red from embarrassment. Then she said, "You think so? I just don't feel that I am in the same league as he is."
"How can you say that!? You are one of the smartest, self-motivated, and downright hottest she-cats in the city. If I was a tom, I would fall head over heels for you!" Felina screamed at Callie. Hopefully knocking some sense into her.
Callie said, "Alright then, I'll go for it! The next time I see T-Bone, I will talk to him. We will see where all of this goes from there."
Felina said, "Ok then, I will help you as much as I can. I never had any problem getting any tom that I wanted. Well, that was before I joined the Enforcers. Ireally haven't had a date since. I wonder why that is?"
"Ever think that you intimidate the toms? You carry yourself like you are a tom, you act like a tom, and you dress like a tom. Also, you are armed 100% of the time. Do you ever let go and have down time?" Callie asked.
"Do these curves belong to a tom?" Felina said while holding up her shirt, showing that she had an hourglass figure.
Callie said, "No, toms don't have those curves, but if you don't show them off every once in a while, what good are they?"
"I don't know how to dress all GIRLY like. I was brought up in a house where everyone was an Enforcer or a Military brat. The fact that I was a she-cat and not a tom had no bearing on the fact that testosterone ruled the house, and that ishow I was brought up. There never was anything frilly in my house growing up," Felina said.
"Well, I can help you with that. We just have to let the she-cat out," Calliesaid. "This is going to take some work," Callie thought to herself, while giving Felina a good look over.
Felina looked at the time and saw that it was already a quarter to eleven at night. Then she said, "You had better turn in. Itis late, and you have had one heck of a day."
"Ok, but what about you? Don't you need rest also? You started your shift at the same time I did, and I don't need my 'Big and Strong' body guard falling asleep on the job," Callie said to Felina.
"If I am going to get some shut eye, who is going to watch over the place? That tom who has had his binoculars trained on your window for over the past two hours," Felina said, while pointing to the window she was referring to.
Callie wandered over to the window and saw what Felina was talking about. Apparently, she had a peeping tom looking at her. She turned bright red in embarrassment, closed the curtains, and then turned back to Felina, saying, "I guess I have a fan out there. Now about the night watch, who can we call at this hour that will come?"
"There are only two cats that I would call on that I know will do the job and not fall asleep or try to peep on you or I during the night. The SWAT Kats," Felina answered.
Callie nodded, but then she said, "I have no way of getting in contact with them. Dark Kat smashed my communicator." As she pointed to the destroyed device sitting on the counter.
"Then I guess we are going to have to 'Fly solo' for the night," Felina said.
With that, they both went to their respective bed rooms and turned in. Although neither of them actually slept well.
During the night, Chance was dreaming of that searing kiss with Callie. As his dream progressed, he dreamed of them both settling down and having kittens. The whole house with the white-picket-fence type of dream. He was very happy having his new family around him. He slept with a big grin on his face.
Back at the salvage yard the next morning, the two mechanics got up and out of bed with the sunrise. Both of them groaning a little as their muscles complained from the activity of the day before.
Jake made his way to the bathroom to shower and change before Chance actually got out of bed. The two passed in the hall as Jake was heading downstairs to make breakfast for the two.
Chance got into the shower, using the hot water to work the kinks out of his muscles. He felt better now that the shower was over. He headed back to his room, got changed, then proceeded to the kitchen where Jake was busy preparing pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice for the two.
"Morning, buddy," Chance managed to groan out.
"Morning, did you sleep well?" Jake replied.
Chance recalled the dream that he had and smiled, then replied to Jake, "Yes, very well indeed." Not wanting to forget the dream.
"What is that smile about?" Jake asked.
Chance replied, "Just reliving the dream." He was still smiling.
Jake rolled his eyes and continued to work on breakfast when the phone rang.
"It's too early for customers to be calling. Let the machine get it," Chancesaid.
The answering machine answered the call. Withina few seconds, the pair heard Callie's voice through the machine. This caused Chance to jump out of his seat, almost knocking the table over trying to get to the phone. He did reach it before Callie finished her message and picked up the phone. Then he said into the phone, "Good morning Callie, what can I do for you?"
Jake meanwhile was looking at the small disaster that Chance created trying to get to the phone. "If he does not realize that he is in love with Callie soon, I am going to have to have his head examined. That is after I take it off for making this mess." He thought to himself.
"Good morning Chance, did you happen to find out what was wrong with my car?" Callie replied.
Chance slapped himself in the head, since he had completely forgot to call her and tell her the news about her car. He replied back to her, "We were a little busy around here yesterday. I forgot to call you. Yes, we did find the problem. It is going to take a few days to repair it, though."
"It can't be helped. Ok, go ahead and fix it. I am stuck here in my cell.. er.. apartment with Felina as my body guard anyhow, since Feral placed me in protective custody. It has only been a few hours, but I am already starting to go stir crazy. I am hoping that she will let me out for a run, or to go to the gym or something. I need to burn off some calories if I am going to keep my mental status in check," Callie said back to Chance.
Then she added, "Is Jake there? I need to have my SWAT communicator fixed, and I know he can fix most anything."
"He is here. You can drop it off, or I can come and pick it up, if you want?" Chance said, hoping to get a chance to see her.
"I can drop it off later. Thatis, if my 'Warden' will let me out," Callie said as she looked at Felina.
Felina heard that comment and threw an orange at Callie, which she easily caught and smiled back at Felina. Then stuck out her tongue at her.
Chance said back to her, "I will see you later then. Bye Callie." He hung up the phone.
Jake, having only heardone side of the conversation while cleaning up after 'Cyclone Chance', said, "How did she take not having a car for a few days?"
"She was ok with it, and asked if you could fix her SWAT communicator since Dark Kat destroyed it,"Chance replied.
"I am glad I made a new version where she can call eitheror both of us. It is also more rugged than the last one, soit can't be damaged as easily. You can thank the military for sending over that pile of scrap a few weeks ago. The material that I built it out of came from that scrap pile," Jakesaid as he finished cleaning up.
The two ate breakfast without further interruption, then cleaned the kitchen and went to work.
Back at Callie's apartment, Callie hung up the phone and asked Felina, "Can we go for a run or go to the gym or something? Just sitting around here is making me nuts. There is only so much busy work I can do. I need to stretch these legs."
Felina thought about it for a minute before answering. She figured that it would be alright, as long as they stayed in public places sothat the Enforcers could easily keep a decent surveillance on them both. She replied back to Callie, "I don't see why not. Which would you prefer, a run or the gym?"
Callie could not believe her ears. Felina was actually going to let her go outside? Not questioning it any longer, and also not giving Felina a chance to change her mind, Callie said, "Both. That is my normal routine, every other day. How do you think that I maintain this body?" As she said this, she ran her paws down from her waist to her hips emphasizing her toned body.
"Let's go then. I could use a good workout myself. There is only one stipulation; we need to stay in sight of the Enforcer detail. Deal?" Felina replied to Callie.
"I can live with that," Callie replied, then went to her bedroom to change into her gym clothes.
Felina went back to her apartment to get changed also. They met back at the elevator and got in.
Callie was wearing a tight fitting tank top with matching shorts that did little to hide her body.
Felina was wearing her standard Enforcer workout clothes, consisting of loose, camouflage pants and a tank top.
Felina looked at what Callie was wearing and said to her, "The Enforcers will NOT have a problem keeping an eye on you wearing that."
"It's a warm day out there. WhatI am I supposed to wear, a full sweatsuit? I'll die of heat if I wear that," Calliesaid back to Felina.
They both got out of the elevator and started their run. They passed the construction site on Callie's normal route. As per usual, the cat calls and wolf whistles started as the pair ran by the site. What was not normal, though, was the sound of construction materials hitting the ground and vehicles slamming into each other, their drivers and occupants craning their necks to get a real good look at the pair.
"I guess we caused quite a commotion at the site," Felina said while running.
"No more than usual. I am used to the way those guys act as I run on by, and they are used to me. I guess it's you that they are gawking at," Callie said.
Felina stopped dead in her tracks after Callie said that. She was not used to getting attention from toms in any way except 'Yes, Ma'am! No, Ma'am!' from her subordinates.
"What is the matter Felina? Need to take a break already?" Callie yelled back at Felina.
Felina had to run twice as fast to catch up to Callie, who was already three hundred feet ahead of her.
The two ran to the gym and proceeded to start their workout routine.
After about an hour and a half, Felina was exhausted. She could hardly keep up with Callie. She thought to herself, "How can I be in that bad shape? Callie is wiping the floor with me, and I workout almost daily at the Enforcer gym." Felina thought to herself, panting heavily.
Callie looked over at her friend and, seeing that she had had it, said to her, "Ready to go home?" As if she had not even been at this for over a good two hours.
Felina looked at her completely wiped and replied, "Oh yes."
"Well, there is one problem. Weare going to have to either run home, or take a taxi. We ran here, remember?" Callie said.
Felina looked herself over and did not think that the two of them were presentable enough for a taxi ride anywhere, soshe asked, "Can't you call for the Mayor's limo or something?" Still panting.
"I could, but running is more fun!" Callie said back, winking at her.
Felina said, "Is running more fun than this?" With that, Felina placed Callie in a head lock and proceeded to tickle her.
Callie started to laugh hard, and finally gave in, saying between laughs, "OK, OK! I will call for a car!"
Felina let her go and said, "I knew you would see it my way."
"Is this how you treat your other 'Guests' of the Enforcers?" Callie finally said, after catching her breath.
"No, that was just for you. All other 'guests' get stuck in a 6x9 foot box under constant watch," Felinareplied.
Callie went to one of the courtesy phones that they had in the gym and called for a car to bring them back to their building.
While waiting, the two sipped water to cool down. Finally, Felina asked Callie, "Do you normally go through that routine every other day?"
Callie replied back, "No, I normally run home after the gym." She winked at Felina, then continued, "I thought you Enforcers were in top shape?"
Felina replied back, "We are. I am just not used to running 5 miles, and then an hour and a half of cardio at the gym. I usually split the two up. Ever think of joining the Enforcers? I am sure that you would pass the physical without a problem, and wipe the floor with some of the recruits."
"No, I prefer to actually dress up for work, rather than get all sweaty from running after some perp. Thank you for the compliment, though," Calliesaid.
The car arrived about five minutes later. The pair arrived back at the apartment building in what seemed like no time. They got out of the car and headed back to Callie's apartment.
Since she had two bathrooms, they both were able to shower and change at the same time.
Callie emerged from her bedroom,now wearing a mini-skirt, a T-shirt, and sneakers.
Felina emerged wearing a dress-down version of her uniform, consisting of pants and a shirt. She wore her boots, since they were part of her uniform. She also had her pistol strapped to her thigh, not wanting to wear her heavy gun belt.
Callie mentioned to Felina that she had to go check on her car at the salvage yard, and have Jake fix her SWAT communicator.
Felina drove the two of them to the yard. When the two got out of the car, they were greeted by a cloud of white smoke billowing from the garage.
Callie said, "I hope that is not my car?"
Thankfully, it was not her car, but an older ,city-owned vehicle that was on its last legs anyhow. But the city administrator wanted to try and get it fixed instead of buying a new one.
Callie and Felina looked at each other, trying to decide whether to go into the garage. They threw caution to the wind and went in.
Callie went over to Chance and tapped him on the shoulder, since he was closest to her.
Chance jumped, not expecting the touch, but when he saw Callie in her attire, his eyes bulged out of their sockets and he was tongue tied.
Jake looked up from the smoking vehicle and saw the two she-cats, as well as his tongue-tied friend and said, "What can I do for you ladies today?"
"Hi Jake, I just came by to check on my car and to give this communicator to you to see if you can fix it," Callie said to Jake. Chance was just standing there looking at Callie, ignoring everything else.
"Sure Callie, I'll gladly take a look at the communicator for you. Why don't you two come inside where it is cooler than in the garage? Maybe dumbstruck over there will come back from wherever he zoned out to," Jake said.
The three of them left the garage, leaving Chance standing there by himself. He snappedout of his stupor when he heard the door close behind him. He followed the three a few minutes later, after attempting to clean up a little.
Jake took Callie's communicator into his private workshop while Chance tried to entertain the two she-cats the best he could. Jake knew that he was just going to swap out the unit with a new one, but Callie was too smart to fall for 'I just happened to have this lying around.' He had to be real clever in order to pull this off. Jake took the smashed communicator apart, taking the ID chip out of it, rendering the device completely inoperable. He then threw the old one onto the scrap pile. Jake picked up the new one and placed the ID chip inside it.
The new communicator looked very similar to the old one, except for the addition of two extra buttons on the side of the unit. He was going to have to come up with some sort of excuse for that. Callie was bound to notice the difference, but he would cross that bridge when he came to it.
Jake went back into the other room to see Callie and Felina drinking milk, while Chance did his best to clean up the place a little, and to cover up the pin-up calendars that the mechanics' tool companies had sent over, featuring attractive she-cats dressed in less than appropriate attire.
"Here you go, Callie. I was able to fix the electronic portion of the communicator, but the case was shot. This case was the best fit for the device," Jakesaid.
"Thank you, Jake. At least I will be able to call the SWAT Kats again if the need arises," Calliesaid.
"No problem, Callie. Now as far as your car goes, I am waiting on the parts to come in. Once they are here, it will take a day or so to get it back up and running," Jake said.
"Thanks Jake. Felina and I will get out of your fur and let you get back to work. Thanks for the milk, Chance," Callie said, flashing one of her 1000 watt smiles.
"No problem, Callie. Come by any time," Chancereplied.
Callie and Felina got back into Felina's car and left the salvage yard.
"Real smooth, Chance!" Jake said to Chance while hitting him onthe arm.
"Ouch! What was that for? So, I have a real hard time talking to a hot she-cat," Chancesaid.
"Yeah, but you have no problem kissing them, though," Jakesaid.
Chance replied, "I am a tom of action,not words." He puffed out his chest to emphasize the point.
Jake held up his paws in frustration and said as he passed through the door to the garage, "Clueless!"
Back in the car, Felina was laughinghard, then said to Callie, "Did you see the look on Chance's face when he saw you? I thought that I would have to give him CPR!" She continued laughing.
Callie was laughing too, although not as hard as Felina. She replied, "You would like that, now wouldn't you? Having your lips on that 'Big and Hunky' tom's."
"He is not my type." Felina said. "But he is yours, though."
Callie could not believe that Felina thought Chance was her type of tom. Yes, he was a hunk, and he did have a brain, when he decided to use it. If he could get over the whole macho-tom thing, he would definitely have potential.
Callie did not respond to Felina. This only encouraged Felina to dig deeper into Callie. Though not too deep. She was one of her best friends, and did not want to jeopardize that.
"I can see you two, settling down, buying a cute house, and having a few kittens. Oh, they would be so cute!" Felina said.
Callie thought about it for a minute before responding, "You really think so?"
End of Chapter
Thanks to all that have reviewed this story.
It is my 'First Born' as Misarae called it. I am glad that you like what you are reading.
As far as updates, I try to get a chapter posted every three days. Since the end of May and all of June are months that I am home about 10% of the time, the updates may be slower. Sorry folks, need to keep the family fed.
One last thing, if there are spacing errors I apologize. I publish over the first cup of caffeine in the morning and I still have foggy eyes.
Till next time.