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Washington DC 2015
February 6th 1630 hours
I put my arms around Rachel from behind gently kicking her legs slightly apart with my foot. My hands moved along her arms as I corrected her stance. Satisfied I stepped back.
“Right thats fuckin better now fire at the target”
“You would only let me use an air pistol, What the fuck does it matter Chloe?”
I sighed, less than 24 hours in and my patience with my shadow was wearin hella fuckin thin. I had forgiven her for hittin on me after I told her I was married but she questioned everythin I fuckin told her.
Jesus fuckin Christ how did I date her for 3 years? And why was I pretty much suicidal for 12 after we broke up.
Because till Max you never let yourself heal. You thought you deserved to be cheated on and abandoned. But she could still be your friend if dinner with her and Max goes well tonight. You dont have many Friends left from that time in your life.
“Rachel I only let you use an air pistol because you arent a fuckin agent or a soldier. I cant risk you fuckin up with a live weapon. They aint fuckin toys. And it matters cause you were sent here to make your show more realistic so the weapon needs to seem like a part of you.”
I think for a minute.
“Ya know what? Watch me. Ears and eyes on”
I tossed her ear defenders and safety glasses. When she was safe and watching I drew my weapon and emptied it into the target. I ejected the magazine and reloaded from a box of ammunition I had brought with us to the CID range. After inserting the magazine back into my weapon I holstered it.
Rachel was staring at me, biting her lip
“Ok I hella get it. Show me the stance again”
I put my arms back around her and showed her the right positionin yet again.
I could swear shes grindin a little against me... Probably just nerves. I was clear I wasnt interested an she was cool with that.
“7 good for dinner with you and the ball and chain tonight Chloe?”
“1900 hours. And dont fuckin talk about Max like that”
She gave a half pout half smile.
“Ooh someones hella moody, must be love. What do you mean 1900 hours”
“I fuckin married her didnt I? And if youre playin a soldier 24 hour clock only”
This time she did pout. I forgot just how quickly a conversation with Rachel could go fuckin south. She huffed at me and fired her air pistol at her target.
Not great but she wont have to hit anythin just look like she knows how to hold it.
“I married Drew, whats love got to do with marriage? Its all about security Chloe”
“Fuck me thats hella fuckin cold”
She transformed in a second, the come fuck me smirk replacing the pout.
“Oh Id fuck you anytime you like... joke obviously”
She laughed and continued to shoot at her target.
About 40 bbs and maybe 6 hits later I took her to watch an interrogation.
“Listen to how Lang is talkin to the suspect. Hes bein nice an fuckin friendly, yeah? So as soon as he leaves he will come in here an get me. Then Il go in alone and scare the shit out the cunt. Lang will overhear an pull me out with a behavior warnin. Gets the fuck to trust him”
“Huh so good cop bad cops really a thing?”
I grinned at her
“Its a fuckin cliche for a reason”
Vinh walked out of the interrogation room with fuck all as expected and snuck in to our side of the 2 way mirror.
“Amber. Even more beautiful today, when will you take up my offer of a night of drinking?”
“You are terrible agent Lang, I would love to, but I doubt my husband would approve”
“My loss Im sure, Youre up Price, remember dont actually hurt him, we want him in one piece for court. We dont all like to bring our suspects in in body bags”
“Yeah spin on this”
I flipped him off and went into the interrogation room.
“So Shane, my name is Special Agent Price. Ya know, I fuckin hate your fuckin kind. Fuckin every last one of you. You get a fuckin job as a janitor at a school for military kids an we get a call about one of those fuckin kids goin missin. When her dad is in the fuckin sandbox. That pisses me off Shane”
I paused briefly
“But do you know what pisses me off more Shane? That little girls blood was found in your fuckin car Shane.”
I casually switched the camera behind me off
“Wanna know what happens when little Shane pisses off Agent Price? She turns the fuckin cameras off and shows you what happens to cunts that harm little girls, you got exactly 30 fuckin seconds to talk Shane or I fuckin swear to you, you are gonna make a grab for me and I am goin to break your motherfuckin neck. We got an understandin Shane?”
The door flew open and Vinh walked in all fuckin tself righteous fury. He mighta been a total scum bag with women but as good cop he was fuckin amazin.
“Agent Price, what the hell are you doing with my suspect, if you have touched him Il have to report it this time”
“We’re just at the flirtin stage Lang but if this cunt doesnt talk we’re gonna get to the foreplay real fuckin soon. Hes a fuckin paedophile, he takes few falls down the stairs whos gonna fuckin care? You got 10 minutes to get him to talk then I come back an I start havin fun”
I walked out and back into the other side of the 2 way glass with Rachel.
“What did ya think?”
“Wow hes talking now. Chloe I know you dont wanna hear this but that was hella sexy”
“Rachel if were gonna try to be friends you need to drop the fuckin flirty shit. Im fuckin serious. I love Max and we’re startin a family. So can it ok”
She grimaced
“Fineee but you used to be more fun than this, what happened to the Chloe Price who would party all night”
“She grew the fuck up, now do ya promise to cut the flirty shit at dinner tonight or do I need to be workin late til you leave?”
“Fine I promise”
I gave her a genuine smile.
“ Thank you. We will see you at 1900”
February 6th 1845 hours
Me and Max arrived early to meet Rachel. She had chosen a nice Italian place for dinner. It had been hard to leave the house when I saw the dress Max had chosen.
Short, tight and black. As she would say fuckin wowser.
I was a bit more fuckin casual in jeans an a plaid shirt. Rachel arrived wearin honestly very fuckin little. I saw Max tense when she saw her and squeezed my wifes thigh to show who looked fuckin better to me.
If this is her not bein fuckin flirty...
“Chloe great to see you. And you have to be Max, Im Rachel Amber but professionally just Amber”
“Max Caulfield-Price professionally but just Max Price to friends”
Rachel hugged her and me and ordered wine for the table.
“None for me, Im drivin”
“Really Chloe, the girl who used to keep driving weed in the glove box wont have a tiny glass of wine?”
Max grimaced, she hated stories about my past recklessness.
“Like I said. I grew the fuck up”
“Spoilsport, looks like just us Maxine”
Maxs face darkened dangerously
“Just you. Im nearly 3 months pregnant”
“Chloe how could you not tell me? You said you were starting a family but not that it was at this stage”
Now Max was glaring at me.
What the fuck did I do?
Rachel kept talking
“You must be so worried about Chloe with your condition. I mean when I went on the ride along yesterday”
I shook my head desperately
“She had to shoot someone”
Motherfuckin fuck
“Chloe i.. is that true? Why wouldnt you tell me that you could have been killed yesterday?”
“You got enough to worry about with the baby. Im not gonna fuckin add to the stress babe thats not fair to you”
Max looked so fuckin disappointed.
“We will talk about this at home Chloe”
Rachel kindly changed the subject and we had a surprisinly nice dinner. She even took Maxs number and promised to call her with details of the promotional photo shoot she had mentioned to me. Max was kinda frosty with her though.
I found out why when we got in the truck
“Would you mind explaining to me why you came home from work smelling exactly like the perfume Rachel put on at the table tonight Chloe?”
“Because she has to be around me to learn the shit she needs to know for her part. You are outta line here Max. She was nothin but nice to you”
Max growled at me, fury written all over her beautiful face
“Or why when you were in the restroom she mentioned how lucky I was to spend every night in your arms because she had never felt safer than when they were around her teaching her to shoot?”
“Because I was correctin her fuckin stance. Babe Ive been ordered to teach her for her tv show. I gotta do it.”
Her anger was gettin worse the longer we drove
“Chloe she wants to take us to a club before she leaves tomorrow. Shes bringing a friend who is a photographer to meet me. Apparently this friend is hiring. Did you even tell her that Victoria and I run a photography business?”
“Honestly I cant remember. Told her you were a photographer but not sure how much detail I went into”
She fuckin exploded like an IED
“And yet I find out from her that you were almost fucking killed? That y... that you had to kill someone? Maybe you were too busy groping each other at the firing range to call and tell me that yourself?”
My own temper was reachin fuckin boilin point
“I fuckin told you already. I didnt want to worry you. Babe youre pregnant. You and that baby mean the fuckin world to me. No fuckin way I was riskin stressing you out”
“I... I believe you Chloe. I trust you with my fucking life, thats why I think the 2 of you should go to the club without me tomorrow. Theres no way I could be civil to her. Everything she said pissed me off”
Now I was fuckin shocked
“No fuckin way am I goin without you baby, itd be no fun. Il talk to her tomorrow about upsettin you though.”
Max started to cry
“I...Im so fucking sorry Chloe. I was probably oversensitive. It was the thing about being in your arms and the perfume. I... I think she wants to ruin our marriage”
“I dont care what she fuckin wants. She isnt gonna. Now get out my truck an into the house. I think you need fuckin reminded whos bed I come home to at night cause it sure as fuck isnt Rachels”
Holy fuckin shit is she flashing me? I could get fuckin used to jealous Max!!!!
Glossary
IED: Improvised Explosive Device