several weeks on from the whole me meeting Greg thing. i am sitting at home pagina upset. Becker is trying to get out off me what has happened. he turned up several minuten earlier after don made a frantic phone call worried about me. seeing the snotty tissues empty chocolate wrappers and 3 bone dry bottles of red wine he must have realised things were serious. like seriously i hate red wine and will only drink it at my lowest points. from what he told me he was finding it difficult to understand what i was saying as i was clearly drunk and sobbing heavily.
he sat rocking me and murmuring stupid big brother commentaren in my ear. we both feel as sleep. when i woke up i went to the mirror i looked awful i had un-brushed hair, crumbled clothes, tear and mascara streaked face. went and sat kruis legged volgende to my big bro and have him a sharp poke in the ribs hoping my childhood way of waking him up still worked. it did he jolted awake with a startled look. i then began retracing the events to him. he was good and let me talk nodding where appropriate.
i had started the dag before spike had been making commentaren about how great his work was and how bored i must get doing my job with my skill set but i would never be able to do the work SRU do as i would be to haunted door the past. he then took it one further and zei i was working with inferiors. that got me mad. but then he started on Sam. he had gone to several meer of her concerts. what he didn't get was that the band was a hobby that pays off that her job is meer clandestine than that well homeland security. he had started making the commentaren when he was drunk so i let them slide but then when he sobered they got meer insulting.
then he told me his dad wouldn't approve of me because 1 i was a cop and 2 i was a war hero working for NYPD. that was it i told him to give me my spare key back. i then promptly came home pagina bagged up the stuff he left at my place and threw it out off the window. i might of taken things a little to far when i used his favourite overhemd, shirt for target practice then duct taped it to his car with the words man whore written in lipstick. well the whore part he disserved he saw me kiss don and Trent goodnight and accused me of sleeping with them.
i finished my story and Becker kept quiet. i then told him i was going for a douche to was the horrid man off my skin. when came back to the living room in my comfiest jeans and jumper hair dripping. Becker was standing in the middle of my clean living room looking proud of himself. i mean he should be he actually cleaned up. since he moved out of our parents house he has employed a cleaner. i decided then and there what i had to do.
quarter of uur later me and becks were in the front lobby and he asked me if i was sure i was doing the right thing for the millionth time. i replied with the same determined yes and headed to my car.
i hated wearing my full uniform with my hair in a bun but hell before long i would be hanging the NYPD uniform up for the last time. i was moving up in the world.
half uur had gone door when i finally pulled in to the SRU parking lot. i reached over to pick up my pet, glb taking several deep breaths locking the car. i then used the reflection in the car window to put my hat on straight before shoving the pen in my pocket through the bun. i hate pens in the chest pocket. i walked confidently up to the front bureau took my pet, glb off putting it under my arm and told the officer behind the bureau that i was here to see sergeant Greg parker. Greg came out we shook hands and then he led me to the briefing room. where he told the lingering members of team 2 to clear off. he closed the doors before motioning me to sit i did putting the pet, glb on the tafel, tabel just to my right. i was blunt with him telling him that certain circumstances that influenced my decision earlier had altered and that if the job offer was still standing i would be privileged to work with him. he smiled from ear to ear and asked when can i start i replied tomorrow if u can get me a uniform in time. we managed to get one that afternoon before i was taken to meet my new team.
when Greg was making the introductions i made a point of not looking at spike. it was difficult as i so wanted to kick him in the balls. i had sworn an oath to my goddess that i would cooperate and work with him but i would keep contact to a minimum and would never be left alone with him. i could feel his eyes watching my every verplaats trying to snatch my attention but i made a point of swapping war stories with Sam Braddock a former solider with the special forces.
later i overheard some of team 2 debating about who had duct taped the t -shirt to spike's car. i so wanted to own up but knew i couldn't because the team would lose their trust in me. i couldn't beer facing don later so i called piper and asked her if i could spend the night with her and face him tomorrow. after i got off the phone to her i noticed the text from Sam telling me should had heard what had happened good on me. also that she would be down at the weekend and she promised to do something together. translation firing range then shopping then back to the firing range before a movie takeaway and popcorn. followed door pj dag and back to the range for some night time practice.
i spent the night sleeping fitfully on piper's couch. Becker came in drunk at 3 in the morning and collapsed on the stairs where he fell asleep. i woke up at 7 to a crick in my neck and the sight of my brother slumped down the bottom 3 steps fast asleep. piper was sitting on the first mini landing corner part. she had a silk bath gewaad, kleed on and a cup of coffee in her hand. she was watching him intently. i could tell she was dwelling on how to wake him up. i told her to allow me. i went into the keuken-, keuken moved straight to the fridge to get the jug of cool water she kept there. before stopping to grab a handful of ice cubes. i added them to the water and walked back through the dining room to the hallway. i stood a few steps from becker and in one snel, swift movement emptied the contents on his slumbering head. he awoke with a start and some colourful vampire words. i laughed and so did piper. once he regained some composure he told me he was glad i was laughing again even if it was at him. i stayed for breakfast homemade pannekoeken, pannenkoeken then got up to leave piper walked me to stained glass front door to the manor that had been the halliwell family for ten generations. it had seen birth, death, ups and downs and demons a hell of a demons. u halliwell females are witches. every generation getting till the charmed 3 were born. they are the most powerful witches the super natural world has seen. especially as piper, Paige and Pandora are vampires.
i jumped in to my car waving at Kyle the halliwell's neighbour and my closest cousins and a agent with the FBI. my whole family are police in one form of another. he was standing on the porch pretending to read the newspaper i knew better. he normally did this when scouting for hostiles that might have followed him home. but today his attention was focused purely on me. i had just put the car in reverse but instead of backing down the sloped driveway i turned off the ignition to go talk to him but then decided against face to face. so i sat there pretending to look in the handschoen compartment while using telepathy to talk with him i was lucky he was in a loud mood. after a few minuten the unusual mental chatter combined with his over projecting of emotions was giving me a headache. so i turned the key and started driving to the nearest liquor store.
i picked up two slabs of bier and headed for home pagina when i got their i ditched my car in a empty lot out front and went in via main lobby. i asked George who was on front bureau if flack was in he zei he wasn't. i checked the clock behind him an hour. i went upstairs got changed grabbed some Doritos's and let myself into flack's flat using the key i had. it was the same layout of mine but was a mixture of neutral colours and royal blue. i sat on the blue divan, bank and waited i turned on the tv and began watching trash. the bier sat in his fridge to keep it cool. i had switched the aircon on then went back to my flat to turn mine on. i had left his door open when i got back don was doing a walk round. i apologised. he relaxed and put his gun away. i padded over to the fridge having left my shoes door the aircon control panel in my flat. grabbed the bier and told don shall we. he agreed so thats how i found myself sitting on his divan, bank legs draped across his drinking bier and explaining my change in career. he took it surprisingly well he told me he was glad i was finally making the move. but was worried what make was going to say i told him i planned to return my shield and explain hoping my boss and a fellow ex marine would understand. not that don was so sure. we finished one slab and saved the other for later.
he zei he was coming to so we clambered into our leathers. before going downstairs i went a crossed the hall and knocked on the door Trent answered clearly he had Sydney over as he was in a state of undress and the door was opened only enough for him to stick his head round. i asked if don could borrow his blue honda again and he zei okay as long as the tank is full on return. so down in underground lot i climbed on my bike while don jumped on trent's and we sped towards the precinct . we got there and headed straight to Mac's office there i threw my sheild on his bureau he looked at it and then at me. i explained about SRU he congratulated me and then he shook my hand. i told him that i wanted him hold off on the announcement before i had gone don would give him the nod. i left the precinct for the last time as i swung back onto my bike and sped towards home pagina i began to tear up. there was only one place that could heal the pain i was feeling from leaving the team. the place had helped at the end of the war. the same place that helped when i lost jessop and thorn my husband and my mentor. thorn died frist at the hands of demons followed door jessop on the same night we got married . a jaar after thorn.
the stables that i had gone to since i could walk. and where now thor my black pecheron was stabled. he was gegeven to me door thorn when he was only a veulen of eight weeks. that was a jaar before she died. he was my 16th birthday present. i loved him i pulled in and zoey was waiting for me. she greeted me with her fist clenched over her hart-, hart head bowed in a mark of respect. her short sleeved top, boven let me get and eyeful of the gorgeous horse tattoo's dancing up her right arm. she was an old friend and the priestess i entrusted to be my horses guardian. she was the owner to thor's pure white sister Athena. i rode him through the fields and woods jumping fences before returning to the stables at dusk. i felt at peace with the smell of hooi-, hooi so i asked zoey if my hammock was still in the office. she told me off course so i grabbed the hammock after un-tacking and grooming thor and strung it up in his stall i spent the night there. in the morning i was awoken door thor nuzzling me and making soft noises. i then felt a presence and looked up leobinia zoey's sister was standing just outside the stall with a cup of coffee she looked at me and smiled works every time. i knew she was talking about the horses healing my pain. after every great sadness i had faced i always spent the night at the this stables. leobinia has horses rearing on either side of her head. i spent hours grooming thor before leaving to get ready for my frist shift at SRU. on the way i stopped and drank.
i went home pagina dressed. i felt completely renewed the stables and drink do that to me. pulling on my new uniform i felt excited about what this new chapter would bring. i arrived and was greeted warmly. jules showed me to the female locker room. as we entered i noticed my name was being added door the side of the door under jule's.
he sat rocking me and murmuring stupid big brother commentaren in my ear. we both feel as sleep. when i woke up i went to the mirror i looked awful i had un-brushed hair, crumbled clothes, tear and mascara streaked face. went and sat kruis legged volgende to my big bro and have him a sharp poke in the ribs hoping my childhood way of waking him up still worked. it did he jolted awake with a startled look. i then began retracing the events to him. he was good and let me talk nodding where appropriate.
i had started the dag before spike had been making commentaren about how great his work was and how bored i must get doing my job with my skill set but i would never be able to do the work SRU do as i would be to haunted door the past. he then took it one further and zei i was working with inferiors. that got me mad. but then he started on Sam. he had gone to several meer of her concerts. what he didn't get was that the band was a hobby that pays off that her job is meer clandestine than that well homeland security. he had started making the commentaren when he was drunk so i let them slide but then when he sobered they got meer insulting.
then he told me his dad wouldn't approve of me because 1 i was a cop and 2 i was a war hero working for NYPD. that was it i told him to give me my spare key back. i then promptly came home pagina bagged up the stuff he left at my place and threw it out off the window. i might of taken things a little to far when i used his favourite overhemd, shirt for target practice then duct taped it to his car with the words man whore written in lipstick. well the whore part he disserved he saw me kiss don and Trent goodnight and accused me of sleeping with them.
i finished my story and Becker kept quiet. i then told him i was going for a douche to was the horrid man off my skin. when came back to the living room in my comfiest jeans and jumper hair dripping. Becker was standing in the middle of my clean living room looking proud of himself. i mean he should be he actually cleaned up. since he moved out of our parents house he has employed a cleaner. i decided then and there what i had to do.
quarter of uur later me and becks were in the front lobby and he asked me if i was sure i was doing the right thing for the millionth time. i replied with the same determined yes and headed to my car.
i hated wearing my full uniform with my hair in a bun but hell before long i would be hanging the NYPD uniform up for the last time. i was moving up in the world.
half uur had gone door when i finally pulled in to the SRU parking lot. i reached over to pick up my pet, glb taking several deep breaths locking the car. i then used the reflection in the car window to put my hat on straight before shoving the pen in my pocket through the bun. i hate pens in the chest pocket. i walked confidently up to the front bureau took my pet, glb off putting it under my arm and told the officer behind the bureau that i was here to see sergeant Greg parker. Greg came out we shook hands and then he led me to the briefing room. where he told the lingering members of team 2 to clear off. he closed the doors before motioning me to sit i did putting the pet, glb on the tafel, tabel just to my right. i was blunt with him telling him that certain circumstances that influenced my decision earlier had altered and that if the job offer was still standing i would be privileged to work with him. he smiled from ear to ear and asked when can i start i replied tomorrow if u can get me a uniform in time. we managed to get one that afternoon before i was taken to meet my new team.
when Greg was making the introductions i made a point of not looking at spike. it was difficult as i so wanted to kick him in the balls. i had sworn an oath to my goddess that i would cooperate and work with him but i would keep contact to a minimum and would never be left alone with him. i could feel his eyes watching my every verplaats trying to snatch my attention but i made a point of swapping war stories with Sam Braddock a former solider with the special forces.
later i overheard some of team 2 debating about who had duct taped the t -shirt to spike's car. i so wanted to own up but knew i couldn't because the team would lose their trust in me. i couldn't beer facing don later so i called piper and asked her if i could spend the night with her and face him tomorrow. after i got off the phone to her i noticed the text from Sam telling me should had heard what had happened good on me. also that she would be down at the weekend and she promised to do something together. translation firing range then shopping then back to the firing range before a movie takeaway and popcorn. followed door pj dag and back to the range for some night time practice.
i spent the night sleeping fitfully on piper's couch. Becker came in drunk at 3 in the morning and collapsed on the stairs where he fell asleep. i woke up at 7 to a crick in my neck and the sight of my brother slumped down the bottom 3 steps fast asleep. piper was sitting on the first mini landing corner part. she had a silk bath gewaad, kleed on and a cup of coffee in her hand. she was watching him intently. i could tell she was dwelling on how to wake him up. i told her to allow me. i went into the keuken-, keuken moved straight to the fridge to get the jug of cool water she kept there. before stopping to grab a handful of ice cubes. i added them to the water and walked back through the dining room to the hallway. i stood a few steps from becker and in one snel, swift movement emptied the contents on his slumbering head. he awoke with a start and some colourful vampire words. i laughed and so did piper. once he regained some composure he told me he was glad i was laughing again even if it was at him. i stayed for breakfast homemade pannekoeken, pannenkoeken then got up to leave piper walked me to stained glass front door to the manor that had been the halliwell family for ten generations. it had seen birth, death, ups and downs and demons a hell of a demons. u halliwell females are witches. every generation getting till the charmed 3 were born. they are the most powerful witches the super natural world has seen. especially as piper, Paige and Pandora are vampires.
i jumped in to my car waving at Kyle the halliwell's neighbour and my closest cousins and a agent with the FBI. my whole family are police in one form of another. he was standing on the porch pretending to read the newspaper i knew better. he normally did this when scouting for hostiles that might have followed him home. but today his attention was focused purely on me. i had just put the car in reverse but instead of backing down the sloped driveway i turned off the ignition to go talk to him but then decided against face to face. so i sat there pretending to look in the handschoen compartment while using telepathy to talk with him i was lucky he was in a loud mood. after a few minuten the unusual mental chatter combined with his over projecting of emotions was giving me a headache. so i turned the key and started driving to the nearest liquor store.
i picked up two slabs of bier and headed for home pagina when i got their i ditched my car in a empty lot out front and went in via main lobby. i asked George who was on front bureau if flack was in he zei he wasn't. i checked the clock behind him an hour. i went upstairs got changed grabbed some Doritos's and let myself into flack's flat using the key i had. it was the same layout of mine but was a mixture of neutral colours and royal blue. i sat on the blue divan, bank and waited i turned on the tv and began watching trash. the bier sat in his fridge to keep it cool. i had switched the aircon on then went back to my flat to turn mine on. i had left his door open when i got back don was doing a walk round. i apologised. he relaxed and put his gun away. i padded over to the fridge having left my shoes door the aircon control panel in my flat. grabbed the bier and told don shall we. he agreed so thats how i found myself sitting on his divan, bank legs draped across his drinking bier and explaining my change in career. he took it surprisingly well he told me he was glad i was finally making the move. but was worried what make was going to say i told him i planned to return my shield and explain hoping my boss and a fellow ex marine would understand. not that don was so sure. we finished one slab and saved the other for later.
he zei he was coming to so we clambered into our leathers. before going downstairs i went a crossed the hall and knocked on the door Trent answered clearly he had Sydney over as he was in a state of undress and the door was opened only enough for him to stick his head round. i asked if don could borrow his blue honda again and he zei okay as long as the tank is full on return. so down in underground lot i climbed on my bike while don jumped on trent's and we sped towards the precinct . we got there and headed straight to Mac's office there i threw my sheild on his bureau he looked at it and then at me. i explained about SRU he congratulated me and then he shook my hand. i told him that i wanted him hold off on the announcement before i had gone don would give him the nod. i left the precinct for the last time as i swung back onto my bike and sped towards home pagina i began to tear up. there was only one place that could heal the pain i was feeling from leaving the team. the place had helped at the end of the war. the same place that helped when i lost jessop and thorn my husband and my mentor. thorn died frist at the hands of demons followed door jessop on the same night we got married . a jaar after thorn.
the stables that i had gone to since i could walk. and where now thor my black pecheron was stabled. he was gegeven to me door thorn when he was only a veulen of eight weeks. that was a jaar before she died. he was my 16th birthday present. i loved him i pulled in and zoey was waiting for me. she greeted me with her fist clenched over her hart-, hart head bowed in a mark of respect. her short sleeved top, boven let me get and eyeful of the gorgeous horse tattoo's dancing up her right arm. she was an old friend and the priestess i entrusted to be my horses guardian. she was the owner to thor's pure white sister Athena. i rode him through the fields and woods jumping fences before returning to the stables at dusk. i felt at peace with the smell of hooi-, hooi so i asked zoey if my hammock was still in the office. she told me off course so i grabbed the hammock after un-tacking and grooming thor and strung it up in his stall i spent the night there. in the morning i was awoken door thor nuzzling me and making soft noises. i then felt a presence and looked up leobinia zoey's sister was standing just outside the stall with a cup of coffee she looked at me and smiled works every time. i knew she was talking about the horses healing my pain. after every great sadness i had faced i always spent the night at the this stables. leobinia has horses rearing on either side of her head. i spent hours grooming thor before leaving to get ready for my frist shift at SRU. on the way i stopped and drank.
i went home pagina dressed. i felt completely renewed the stables and drink do that to me. pulling on my new uniform i felt excited about what this new chapter would bring. i arrived and was greeted warmly. jules showed me to the female locker room. as we entered i noticed my name was being added door the side of the door under jule's.