Eml Series E100 Security Light Fanfic Challenge - The Peker Limits

mp;rsquo;s no way you and your friends can stop me! Bwah-ha-ha! Or, is it “Muah ha ha”? Which one sounds more evil?
Paco : The second one does.

Satan
: Okay...muah ha ha!
Paco
: But, to-to-tonight? I don’t think I can make it tonight. I-I-have a date with Marina.
Mariano
: Paco, you talkin’ to me?
1

Paco : No, no…Mariano..uhm. ( He holds his handkerchief over his mouth, gathering his thoughts
) I think I need to talk to you about something.
Paco proceeds to explain what just occurred, but we don’t really need to hear it again, do we? Nah, didn’t think so…we’ll fast forward through this part.

Mariano ^{: I…I think we need to tell someone. We need to tell Don Lorenzo…}

Both men run out to Don Lorenzo’s office. Just as they reach the door, it swings open and Reyes comes flying out, smacking right into Paco. Reyes
: Excuse me, excuse me…I need to get to the ladies’ room. I think I just peed myself again.
Mariano
: You know, you should probably have a doctor check that out! (
he shouts at her retreating back as she makes a quick sprint to the restroom )

Once inside Don Lorenzo’s office, they explain the situation. And, once again, we’ll fast forward here.

Paco : So, you see, Don Lorenzo? It all comes down to tonight…Us vs. Satan ( Note: I think Pina might be selling tickets to this fight. Antena3.com. check it out
) We’re going to need everyone here. Call everyone into the precinct. And I think we’re going to need a little extra help, too…
Don Lorenzo : Por mis santos cojones…what the hell extra help could be possibly get?

Paco : Silvia.

Mariano/DL : Silvia?! Cor : Well, my daughter definitely has the worst timing in the world, Would not you say? I guess I Should Go say 'hey' or Something.
[End scene]
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Scene 2:
Later That Night, On That oh-so ordinary day, all of the show's cast

agents, Along With Silvia, Sara, and Win-E (Note: Win-E Is an agent? Do not know. Do not care.) precinct Are Gathered in the main hall, waiting for the hour That Satan will arrive. Everybody, this is, except ... who's Marina Currently sitting at the table of a nice restaurant waiting for Paco to show up ... Pepa and Deker. CHT

ense does it make that we can all see Silvia now?
Silvia
: Does it have to make sense? Does anything about this make sense??
Curtis
: Good point. ^Reyes : (
back from changing into a clean pair of clothing at home…
) So, what’s the plan? There’s a plan right?
Paco
: I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse. 3

DL : What the hell are you going to offer Satan that he can’t refuse??

Paco : Joder. I, uh…hadn’t thought that far yet.

DL :Abnormal!

A poetic litany of insults is interrupted by the voice of Satan, the booming resonance shaking the precinct's walls and furniture.

Satan: It's Almost Time! Nearly I can taste the omnipotence That will soon be mine ... and I will destroy you all! Reyes

: Fasten your seat belts, it's Going to Be a bumpy night! 4



Silvia: What?! ( she throws a nasty look Reyes) Just ... shut up. Everybody Thought You Were Going to be interesting ... and Then You Being ended up really lame. So, just shut the fuck up for the rest of the night, okay? Ju


st as the ringing of Satan’s laughter dies away…Peker, er, I mean, Pepa and Deker come running out of the lab, readjusting their clothing.



Rita
: They’re heeeere! 5 Aitor
: Who’s here?
Rita : Oh, just Pepa and Deker. ‘Bout time they showed up!
Deker
: What the hell was that voice?! ( he questions as he finishes tucking in his shirt )
Nobody gets a chance to answer him, though, because Pepa and Silvia see each other for the first time since their doomed wedding. Everbody watches in rapt awe of their undeniable chemistry.
CHTMXC Win-E: ( Emerging from the back of the room ... do not ask how I got up the stairs
) i have holy water. Silvia

: What the fuck are you?!
Povedilla
: He's Johnny 5 ... er, Wall-E. No, wait, that's not right Either. Win-E! That's right, Win-E. Our robot. Silvia

: A robot. (
she lifts her brow and shakes her head in disbelief ) What the hell WAS Happened to this place Since I've been gone? Amaia

: Um, guys ... I think he's here. ( for all her hardcore goth-posturing, Amaia is Actually a little bitch ... so she screabe around anymore to not-save the day! And, on top of all that, They Satan Defeated! They all jump for joy, hugging and congratulating Each Other for saving the world. Just as they're Trying to figure out a way to hoist the true hero, Win-E, Their shoulders onto ... Another demon eat strolling in particular.

DL: I do not fuck ... Alex Pina!? Pina

: Yeah, you guys Can Give it a rest. Stop celebrating now, the show's Been Cancelled. Paco

: Oh. Well, shit.

The End



( Goyo : Guys, I did not get a line events ...)


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ely unaware of the other woman already standing inside.

“Going up?”

Silvia was startled out of her thoughts by the question, but immediately recognized the voice. “Floor 2,” she flatly said without looking away from her file.

“Why, Silvia, where are you manners? No ‘please’ or ‘thank you’?”

“Just press the button,” was the terse reply. “And good morning to you, too!” Pepa said in a chipper tone of voice meant to annoy the other woman, but with no response coming, she pushed the button for the second floor. “That must be some interesting reading you’ve got there, huh?”

The agent edged closer and began to peer over the inspector’s shoulder. “You gonna tell me what it is? "She Whispered the words Into Nearly Silvia's ear, and she grinned when to Noted the tiniest shiver. Reluctant Lifted eyes from the papers to throw a look of disdain Pepa Silvia Took as to step aside, putting Some Distance Between them ... And Then She Went right back to reading. The animosity Between the two WAS Almost palpable, as it Had Been for the past three years That the Women Work together at the San Antonio precinct. Actively They tried to Avoid Each Other On Most days, But When They Come Into unintentionally did contact, Pepa Could Never Refrain from Trying to get Silvia's goat. She got an undeniable thrill out of Riling up the redhead. Silvia WAS aware of this, pero, so she always tried her damndest to Not let her show anger or annoyance.She hated giving the other woman the satisfaction.

The elevator began to lurch to a stop, and Silvia let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She began to reach for the door handle to escape from the small confines when another hand beat her to it. Pepa nudged the stubborn door open, and swiped one of her hands through the air, indicating the clear passage. Silvia quickly scuttled past Pepa’s body and started up a quick gait down the hallway, heading towards her lab.

“Have a lovely day,
guapa
!” Pepa shouted after Silvia, hoping it would get the redhead to turn around and see the kiss she was blowing at her. But much to the brunette’s disappointment, Silvia just continued her steady pace down the hallway without ever glancing back.

~*~*~*~*~


20 years before


“Come on,
Papá
!” The little girl tugged anxiously on her father’s hand as they made their way up the stairs.

The older man grumbled under his breath, but gamely let his daughter lead him up to the doorway. Once there, he knocked and they both waited for the door to be opened.

Silvia tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and straightened out the blue sundress she was wearing, fidgeting from an excess of energy. She continued to bounce on the heels of her white sandals, unable to remember the last time she had been so excited. She had been impatiently counting down the hours for this evening’s visit for 3 days. And the e Would get rid of the dog Himself. Knowing That her father always made good on His Threats, Had she gotten her best friend and her parent's to take the mutt in, Promising to take good care of him. She Was Forced to say goodbye to everything she Knew and loved to come live here in this stupid city That She Already Hated ... and She Did not Even Have her own room in this place! Most of her stuff still sitting inside WAS boxes in the guest bedroom occupying her Parents Were. So, here she WAS, strewn across the couch That her bed as Doubled Also, zapping-through the tv channels in a zombie-like state. She Was That This Was Already imaging how the rest of her summer Would Be, day after day of boredom ... and a crying, stinking baby. With

Thought That last, she aunt great?”

“If you say so,” Pepa said with a shrug. The two girls were sitting on the floor, playing a board game that Paco had taken out of the closet for them.

“Oh, come on…Sara’s a cute baby, isn’t she?” “I think her face looks a little squished.”

“Don’t say that!” The redhead exclaimed before rolling the big die and continuing, “I think she looks like Paco actually.”

“Yeah, exactly. My brother’s face looks a little squished, too.”

Silvia laughed at the comment and Pepa smiled in return. She liked making people laugh, and she was glad her sister-in-law thought she was funny.

“Anyway, I like babies. Don’t you?�

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still insisting that Pepa is a lesbian, with Laura Sanchez herself (no offense to her) saying that \ him like she could with a woman, or b) if she slept with a woman, that would be betraying Silvia's memory!\store for her. After seven months of Asking for Sylvia to return and to Have Pepsi back and still Supporting this show ... all fucking Antena3 Can Bring Themselves to do is barely Promote MA's return, But make damn sure to show a video of Peker and Be So Stupid as to say, "We do not know how the Pepsi fans are going to take this ..."??! Motherfucking Hyuck hyuck, assholes. Sorry if I've lost my sense of humor ... but that'll Happen after seven months of tears and anger and dashed Hopes and Surviving on crumbs, the hell! And Then to realize it's more important to Them to sell Laura Sanchez's body Pepa Rather Than as a credible sell lesbian character ... it's so disappointing.
Point 4: It's All Falling Apart


Well, They've now doneit. A community dog only take blows So Many Bruises Before the start to show. The Pepsi community ... so united in our love of this couple ... so united in Our desire to continue to support LS / Pepa...well, fracturing it's faster Than a glacier in hell. Some will support the show to the bitter end and Some Are Already pulling out and Refusing to watch the show anymore. Some support Peker and Some would rather gouge out Their Eyes Before with a rusted spoon HAVING to see it happen. Some Are Still Trying to discuss the show like nothing's Happened ... while Others Are non-stop ranting (like me).
It's sad to see it happen.
And, yet, after all this ... somehow I Still Have Hope. I Still Have That hope they'll magically turn this shit around and Give us all the happy andnding we've been pleading for and deserve. I still hope that some of us can walk away from this without feeling like we've been used/lied to/cheated. I still have hope that Marian Aguilera's appearance will lead to something good.

Oh, St. Silvia, deliver us from evil. Amen.












Oof...sigo cabreada. I need an effing cigarette.

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tible, stoic and repressed. The concern is evident, simply because Steve does not know how not to worry. And yet, Tony watches from the doorway, and you know this is different. is approaching with measured steps, slowly and look away, and offers him a coffee.
"He ..." begins Steve. "I thought to stop by the kitchen, I am sure that I included donuts in the final shopping list, but I am sure that Mrs. Parker ignored it at face value. Steve
frowns, but does not reject the coffee. So Tony unbuttoned his coat, with its own coffee in hand, and sits next to him. The sigh, growl when falling on the couch, revealing the accumulated fatigue. ForOf course, Tony can not sleep more than the hours necessary for proper cognitive function, and eight hours are a lot of time wasted.
"If you're asking, and I know I do, I doubt that Peter wakes up tonight," takes his glass to his lips as he replied, not looking away. But it's going to be OK, Steve. That is partially true. Tony will give a margin of one day, two at most, before calling Hank. He likes to think he is a man of many facets, but their field of expertise is still not the medicine. So she keeps the details, because Steve does not need to know every inch of the truth.
Still, Steve growls. Do not drink your coffee, but their thumbs repeatedly run through the glass, as if workices complementing of blurring the Stark Industries logo. Tony, meanwhile, rests on the couch. It relocates the tie, and supporting the forearms on your lap, making sure that coffee is balanced (has money does not mean that you like ruin costumes just for fun, even the press to do their extravagant gala), and waits. too many years, and Tony knows how it works.
So are two tedious minutes of silence, with Tony expanding on the pads, thigh rubbing and stiff muscles. Steve rubbed his face with his free hand and look straight ahead, as if speaking to Tony.

"It's a boy. Tony deep breath. This incorporates elbows on his knees.s, dragging the arm of Tony (Tony) with him. He grabs her hand absently, which still clings to the shirt of Steve. Tony noted the tingling, Steve thumb tracing irregular patterns on the inside of your wrist.

---

"I will not pick you up if fatigue crashes just making you anywhere inhospitable base. Tony

deep breath and let it also fall on Steve on the couch. Allow to rest a little, muscular and emotionally, closing his eyes and throwing her head back, supporting head against the couch.

not open your eyes to talk.

-program verification regular visits. If that happens, pick is the responsibility of Pepper. St

eve does not answer, so Tony is silent in his turn. Steve seems to relax against him, his muscles lose tension, your breathing becomes smoother. It's definitely better than sleep.

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Title: Home
Fandom: Merlin
Couple: Merlin / Arthur
Spoilers: post-series, no spoilers.

So Merlin was King Arthur, said he agreed, and asked him not fear, 'but come out boldly and speak with them, and not excuséis but respondedles as their king and master, as will overcome all, like it or not. "

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co Merlinthe castle, which has people at his service. That if he speaks, Arthur listens.

"Of course not.


Because I'll be there
not add, but Arthur understood, and tightening the lips.

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face and his hands absently toying with the hem of his new shirt. It is not customary. The clothes are too soft, too long, too little patched. And itchy. Not used to this. A matter and be important.
Arthur dropped his arms and puffs. Step forward and holds his wrist, stopping him in the nervous movement. "Merlin," again, insistent.

not look up. Knows that it is not correcto, because it is a defining moment for Arthur. Because it is the first battle since the death of his father. Your first step as king. And no matter if you have the loyalty of his people, his knights, if the first step is a setback. Merlin knows that this is the beginning.

should not grumble like a child, because they may be about to take his favorite toy.

frowns and released from the fingers of Arthur, then forces a smile.

"I will follow anywhere, sire," he says. It is a warning, because Arthur has to understand, you have to understand all the implications.
"I know" answers.

Pesa, with all the lives that are in charge now, not just those of his knights. NoArthur only. Neither of his people.

"Me too. She looks

, Arthur has no paragraph in this whole time. Suddenly it is a boy. After all these years, the image just crumble. Not arrogant and reckless young Merlin remembers his first day. We have a long journey, but stands imposing severe countenance. Worried look and shadow of a beard. Merlin presses her lips, first aware of what this new honesty between them. Not as servant and master, even as king, and counseling. But they look like all they are now, for once, and all they can be.

Arthur does not answer your call, so Merlin clears his throat and breaks nuthe worth of Arthur. Albion is not the only one she needs.

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look scared little animal. "Peropero but " trampled upon and then rubbed his arm insistently, raising his sleeve and leaving it a patch of pale skin and bony wrist. "As your counselor," he begins, "I have protection, right? Knights and stuff. "And then, as if he realized something. "Not that you need, of course."
Arthur leans his face and hands him the sword.
"As my mentor, Merlin, and he chose his words carefully, weighing every syllable, I'd rather not have to depend on other people in case of danger" He pauses, waiting for the people than I is implicit, not visible, then. You know how to catch, right? CHTML
XC Lightweight and carefree, and again emphasizes the sword, until Merlin puts eyes and grab the handle, lacking a face. Arthur's mind wanders, inevitably, a clumsy kid and scared him holding a sword as if he used a stick. Lets out a dry laugh. Get that frown Merlin and I look severe, as if the shadow of beard blurring the angular features could hide under the pretense of years of experience, the uncoordinated kid. The arm holding the sword moves slow, but Arthur did not have to dodge the blade. His eyes did not appear to be in danger of punctures, and apparently Merlin is able to not trip over his own feet to fall on the tip of the sword. CHTMtwo concerns. But he smiles and awkward movements slow progress, because at least this, this really can teach.

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Title: Todo Lo Que Tengo

Rating: R

Pairing: Pepa/Silvia

A/N: Here it is, kiddos...have at it!



“We’ve been out here for three hours…just how long were you planning on this stake-out lasting?”

“As long as necessary.”

I was afraid she was going to say that. We’ve been parked here in the alley behind the club for some time now, and I’m starting to think we either already missed the supposed drop-off…or it’s not even going to happen tonight. And, yes, I'm sitting in the passenger seat. She wouldn't hand over the keys when we got to the garage earlier, and I didn't feel like arguing about it.

“Pepa, I really don’t feel

“Filling out paperwork would probably be more productive than this…”

“Silvia! Come on! This is the fun stuff – it’s like playing grown-up Cops and Robbers. We’re the good guys, looking for clues to catch the bad guys and evidence to put them behind bars. It’s fun!” She says this with such a joyous smile, I almost find myself believing her and smiling in return.

But I’ve spent the last three hours running through the reasons why it would be a bad idea to throw myself over the armrest and into her lap. Fighting the urge to reach across the car and pull her mouth to mine. Focusing on training my eyes out the window instead of on her profile or her long, tapered fingers that she’s been carelessly tapping on the steering wd that I do, didn’t I? Is it so hard to believe someone might actually like being organized and making sure everything is done correctly and efficiently?” I slide closer to the door, away from her. “Somebody has to do it, somebody has to keep the order…or idiots like you would just be running around without thinking and fucking everything up all the time!”

“Silvia…”

Shit. I didn’t mean to say that. I know she wasn’t laughing at me maliciously…why do I always have to attack?? Whenever I’m pushed outside of my comfort zone, there I go, brandishing words like weapons. Sharp words intended to wound, giving me just enough time to escape, enough time to dodge. I hate this about myself. I let out a long sigh and relax my srwork besides you? It’s just so…so uniquely you,“ she continues, her right hand holding mine at the wrist while she softly traces patterns with the fingers of the other across my palm, “And, the next time I have a stack of paperwork I need to get done, I’ll be sure to hand it over to you since you enjoy it so much.”

And just like that, all the tension is gone. I chuckle softly at her words, finally lifting my head up to find her smiling.

“No need to thank me,” she adds, giving my hand a squeeze.

I shake my head in amazement. I don’t know how she does it - if my words are used to inflict pain, hers are used to heal and soothe – and she always knows just what to say.

We sit there, looking at each otherd at the Same time, she squeezes the hand I Still Have laying on her lap. I inhale

laboredly, Knowing I need to take a breath Before I pass out. Her fingertips dance across the length of my neck Before Her hand to sign Takes hold of my nape to Delicately, pero insistently, force my head forward. Was There a point to my Earlier resistance?

I willingly follow her lead, Our heads inching closer, my eyes as anchor on the sight of her lips ... That Are Slightly parted lips getting closer ... and closer ... and ...

BAM!

What the hell WAS that??! Pepa and I pull apart in a violent start. We seem to remember Where We Are at the Same Time and We Both Quickly turn to look out the window. A black van

Had ab later…but more than likely, whatever’s in there won’t be there for very long. At least we got something, though. A license plate number (stolen, I’m sure) and photographs of the people involved. “See? Hasn’t this been fun?” Pepa asks, raising her brow and smiling rakishly. She’s positively giddy and it’s infectious. Having dinner in a car, sitting in discomfort for three hours, arguing, nearly…what had we nearly done?... and then being interrupted by the arrival the ‘bad guys’ and getting some evidence…yeah, I guess it had been kind of fun.

We’re laughing and looking at each other like before, and it’s not long before silence reigns again, the mood from earlier slowly making its presence known once more. We’re staring at each other again and…

BANG!

“What now?!” She exclaims, her frustration somewhat amusing. We look out the front window and see Cristina being lead out of the exit by Antonio Castillo. In a second, he has her pressed up against the alley wall while she vainly struggles against him. “
Joder
! I’m going to help her,” Pepa yells as she starts to grasp for the door handle.

“Pepa! No! We’re not even supposed to be here…I’ll call for…”

“There’s no time to make any calls,” is all she says as she flings the door open and takes off.

“Goddammit, Pepa!” I angrily mutter under my breath through clenched teeth. I grab my purse and look for my cellphone. After a few secondsWithout success of searching, I furiously fling the purse away and open the door to go running after her.

As I round the front of the car, I see Antonio turn around, Responding to the sound of Pepa's footsteps. Reaches Pepa have him just as she turns and coldcocks him with the butt of her gun. Immediately I own historical collapses under weight onto the alley floor.

I arrive to hear Cristina Pepa Asking if she's alright.

"I'm ... I'm okay ... I think. Thank you, "she stutters. She looks a little Worse for wear, But For The Most Part, She Does not Seem to Have Been Badly hurt too. With shaking fingers, she Attempts to readjust her clothes, pulling her top and short skirt back Into place. She looks up at us Both, consciously Taking us inBefore Recognition shows on her face. "Alicia and Mar!" She Exclaims And Then curiously continues. "You Two Are cops not, are not you?"

Fuck it all to hell. Neither of us

Respond, so she Speaks up again, "You two get out of here, I'll send someone out to get him." She nods her head in the direction of the Unconscious body near Our feet and starts to walk to back to the door. "Thanks again," she smiles genuinely Before disappearing Through the doorway. Both

We stand there, not sure What to do. We fixate on Antonio, There laying on the floor, and she finally lifts her arm to re-holster her gun. The Movement sparks me to action. I heatedly turn around and begin to march back to the word deliberate car.

"Sylvia!"to open the door again, But she's now using Both Hands to hold the door shut, one arm on Either side of my head.

"What was I supposed to do, Silvia? Let her Be raped?! Could I do that! "

" No! But We Were not supposed to be here in the first place! "

" And if we Have Been Had not here, nobody would've Been Around What Happened to stop! You fucking Understand that? "Having no luck with the door, I spin around Between her arms to her face. "We stopped a girl from Being Hurt! We Help her out ... maybe now she'll help us. "

" Or maybe she'll run right now to the Castillo brothers and tell him who we are! And We Are standing here like two assholes

waiting to Be Shot in the head!� I shout at her, not ready to let go of my ire.

But then, something happens. I realize how close her body is to mine own, leaning against the side of the car, and her arms still on either side of my head. The flash of anger in her eyes changes…the flush in her cheeks growing, not from indignation, but from desire. She closes the distance between us, the length of her body pressing subtly against my own.

I feel a moment of panic. I can’t do this! I have to stop this! The car makes it impossible for me to pull away, so I push forward, trying to move her, clear some space for me to breath. But the plan backfires. As I try to shove her forward, she just uses her own body to thrust back, pinning me against the car again, our bodies pressed even more intimately together.

I look at her face again, noting her half-lidded eyes and the hot breath escaping in puffs between her parted lips. And I give in.

I give in to what my body’s been begging for since Pepa came back to San Antonio. I give in to my overwhelming desire to know what her lips would feel like on mine.

I take her face between my two hands and drag her down to my mouth. The fullness of her lips smash against my own and I take some time to memorize their taste and texture. To feel how perfect a fit they are..and then I need more. Our mouths open and my tongue darts out in search of hers, moaning when contact is made.

It’s just a kiss. Just a kiss. But such an exquisitely wonderful kiss, I think IOngue glides up my neck and she sucks on my earlobe.

"Pepa ..." I groan out her name. But she just continue her ministrations.

"Pepa" I repeat more Firmly, and she pulls away from me. She looks at me, a little Uncertain. "Pepa, I want you to take me home," I pull her in for Another Passionate Kisses, "now."

I REPEATED my words from earlier.
I want you to take me home now
. The intention

Being Distinctly Different this time.

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es of tests and I'll be finished. Which reminds me...I need to call Lola soon to see if I can go over for dinner. Gonzalo's staying the night at his place, and I just don't feel like going home to en empty apartment. Besides, I really have to talk to Lola about...everything that's been going on.

I just need to make a quick trip to the supply room to get some more vials, and then I can get this thing done and get out of here.

I make my way down the precinct hallways, my eyes taking a second to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights after having spent the last few hours in my dim lab. I finally reach my destination and carelessly swing the door open, expecting to be met with an empty room. Instead, I’m greeted by the sight of Pepa stuffing a rifle into a duffle bag.
"What the hell are you doing?" I can not help but blurt out. Pepa

glances up from her task, the look of surprise written on her face is Quickly Replaced by exasperation. "What does it look like? I'm getting A Few supplies. "

" For? "She rolls her

eyes at me. "Look, Silvia ... there's No Need To stand here and play 20 Questions. You know what I'm getting supplies for. " She's damn right I know. "You can not just walk out of here with Weapons That Have not Been Authorized to go on a stake-out that's Been expressly Prohibited! Are you insane? "

She Responds with a fucking infuriating grin and Continue to load her bag. "I will not let you do this!e Strides across the room Until she's standing just in front of me.

We stare at Each Other and it takes all the willpower i have to steel my resolve. I can not let her do this, She Could jeopardized and the case herself. If Were my father to find out -

God, I do not even want to Think about the shit storm Would it unleash. It's Completely unprofessional ...

I continue ticking off the Reasons why this is a very bad idea Until Makes her arm to move Towards me. She lifts an errant strand of hair that's hanging loosely in my face and puts it behind my ear with a wink. "What do you say,

redhead?" Fuck



. And all my Reasoning goes out the window. "Okay, okay ... Pepa. I'll go with your my thoughts and jog to catch up to her, "I'm driving."

It's Going to Be a long night.