Bethany: Tickle Monster!!!

I swear, sometimes that Jagan is just a little kid trapped in an adult's body. He is strong, by the way, as I realized when he threw me over his shoulder fireman-style. I'm not a petite girl either. I mean, come on, I'm almost just as tall as he is.

Tickling. Who would have thought that would lighten the mood? Jagan and I have such good chemistry and he always makes me laugh. I am SO glad that we're together!

I started up my car and followed Jagan to his house, behind the rental car he was driving now. I just couldn't go home right now. Steve and I had-- have been staying together at my place, and I've become accustomed to his presence there. I just can't be alone now.

His place wasn't very far from HQ, and we reached it shortly. A nice apartment complex in the good part of town. Jagan jumped out of his car and practically ran ahead of me to his first-floor door. I guess he wanted to try to clean up before I got in. But as he fumbled with his keys I caught up to him. He opened the door and we entered.

It was a nice place. Messy in a male way, with dirty and clean clothes and Chinese take out containers strewn about, but nice overall. He shrugged, a little embarrassed, I could tell. Jagan moved to a small fish tank and fed the little goldfish within, almost like he didn't know what to do now that I was here. I walked over like it was my place and flopped on the couch, on top of his clothes and all. He shot me a look, and then smiled widely. I just scrunched my nose up at him, and got comfortable, stretching out.

"You want something to eat? Drink?" He said, moving into the kitchen.

"Not at the moment. I want you to come here..." I said mischievously.

"Oookay?" He came back over. I tackled him, and got my revenge for what happened earlier. I tickled him. Pinned him to the couch and tickled him. He pretended to fight back, but I held him down like I would some convict.

"Stop it! Stop it! Ahh!" He laughed at me. When he decided to fight back, he overpowered, and turned on me.

"No!" I said, giggling all the while. I struggled genuinely against his strong hold. He laughed at me and let me up after a few minutes. I stared at him both of us breathing heavily.

"You are just so adorable," I said, pinching his cheek with a cheesy air.

"And you are just plain beautiful," He took it with good humor, as he took nearly everything.

"Aw, I'm sure you tell that to all your 'cop' girlfriends, eh?"

"Nah," he said, sitting up from the couch, "Just the ones I like."

I just grinned at him, and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't resist. It felt odd, and new in a good way, just the two of us without the ever-watchful eyes of the team. I caressed him, feeling the muscles under his shirt. He broke off the contact before things got too hot. We both had an unspoken understanding about that subject.

What my brother had said to Jagan about us and sex had kinda embarrassed me. I have a firm rule about that: not until marriage. And that would be all I needed was a kid to take care of with a job like this. I don't know what's going to happen with me and Jag, so I'm just going to keep it slower right now. Worry about a family and stuff later on.

He got up and opened his mouth to speak. I beat him to it.

"Yeah, and I think Chinese will be fine. Order in for whatever you normally get; it sounds good."

He grinned at me. "Okay, Beth."

About forty-five minutes later we were eating out of paper boxes with chopsticks, watching Cops on the TV, and commenting on what mistakes the officers were making.

"See, there, I would have the tazed--"

"Or shot."

"--yeah, or shot the guy. He was resisting, and of course he was dangerous, with that knife and all."

"I know. I think they hold back for the camera. That's all a PD needs is a lawsuit."

"Yeah, totally."

I was enjoying myself. Finally a chance to rest and just hang out for once. I almost forgot about the situation with my brother, but I didn't know if I wanted to bring it up right then. I didn't want to ruin the moment and I could tell that Jagan was probably waiting for me to bring it up. He was good with tact in that way.

At about ten o'clock the Cops marathon was brought to a halt. He put in The Fugitive and I made some popcorn for us. I fell asleep halfway through the movie. I was not worried about it, laying, comfortably, with his arm around me.

I woke up at about 3 A.M., to find myself wrapped up in a blanket. Jagan was gone, sleeping in his room, assumedly. I snuggled up, burying my head in one of his clean tee shirts, and went back to sleep with the smell of fabric softener comforting me.

Six o'clock, bacon frying. I lifted my head and looked over the couch as my boyfriend was cooking breakfast. He heard me, and turned to look at me.

"Good morning, beautiful."

" 'Morning. I am so sorry... I didn't mean to fall asleep," I said, getting up. I padded to the kitchen, and stood behind him.

"Nah, it's okay. I figured you wouldn't want to go home alone anyway."

"Well, thanks."

"I made enough for you," he motioned to the bacon and eggs.

"Smells good." I searched and finally found some plates and utensils and set the table. I went to his maker and started a pot of coffee. He served the breakfast and I poured us each a cup 'a Joe.

"Mmm. You're a pretty good cook, Jag," I said through a mouthful of eggs.

"Thanks," He said. And almost distantly: "Jag..."

"What? Do you not like me calling you that?"

"No, no, it's just... nothing."

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about your brother."

"Yeah. I honestly don't know what to think about it. I mean, Steve's a little touched in the head violence wise, but he's not a cold-blooded killer. He wouldn't kill anyone unless he had a legitimate reason-- like if he was in danger, or something." The words spilled out. So much for not wanting to talk about it. But it needed to be talked about.

"I know... That's what's making me wonder." His eyes stared off into space.

"Do you think someone framed him?"

"I don't know. It's always a possibility. Do you?"

"Like I said, I don't know what to think..." After a moment: "But, um, whatever happens, let's not tell Steve that I spent the night, because he'll take it wrong and you just might die."

Jagan chuckled. "Yeah, no one needs to know... I just hope that he's innocent."

"Me too, babe, me too."

We finished breakfast in silence. That would probably be the end of such a taste of a day in a "normal life" for us, I knew.  Something was going to go wrong, probably, and we'd have to rush off to save someone else's rear-end. I sighed, thinking about it. But it came with the territory when you were a part of SCIT.

The End

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