#dom luca

"He needs you, it's bad, Will..."

Streets voice cut through the line, the pain in his words breaking her heart. She took one look at her date, a man whose last name was lost on her, fumbled an apology and darted out. The restaurant was only a few blocks away from his apartment, and she ran to him. The cold whipping at her small body, the heels clicking on uneven ground until she reached the elevator in the lobby of his building, her heart pounding as she waited for it to go up. The key to his door already in her hand. Willow didn't bother knocking, flinging the hard wood open. The room was dark, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust, feeling her way through the room until she found him sprawled out on the couch. His large frame too big for the two seater, a bottle of beer beginning to slip from his fingers.

“Don’t act like you don’t know me.” Reed reaches out to snag the younger man’s jacket. Officer Dom Luca is quite a few years younger than he is, but Reed still knows him through his cousin Jim Street. “We met one time on that city hall thing, remember?”   Both men are in civilian clothes, so Reed makes no effort to identity himself as an officer, or Luca either for that matter. He knows that Luca is on the SWAT team fulltime with Street, but the man also has a history of working with Vice on undercover jobs. That being said, Reed cannot imagine why the man would be under right now. Last he heard from his cousin, SWAT is spending most of their time responding to calls, teaching training classes for the patrol guys, and trying to figure out more effective ways of sweeping buildings for explosives. That does not change the fact that two decidedly seedy looking characters, who had had no contact with Luca that Reed can see, were waiting for him outside of Duke’s café. They started peeling off the wall to follow when Reed spotted the potential trouble and went after Luca. The excuse is vague but not enough to incriminate either of them. If Luca is in the middle of something, it can be written off as a mix-up.  If Luca really needs help….well…now he has some backup.

@prettyinpayne

Dealing with Luca often requires a man to have a slightly thick skin (not every one of the younger officer’s jokes lands the way he wants them too) and a strong knowledge of how much coffee Dom has had. When they first moved into the SWAT office, Luca tried to finagle the desk right in front of the coffee pot, but Street nabbed it out from under the Italian. From that point forward, he became the self-appointed guardian of the coffee pot…more accurately, the guardian of how many cups Luca is allowed to consume in one shift. Luca has already had four cups—and they are only halfway through the shift. Seeing his friend push away from his desk and head toward the coffee pot, Street shoves away from his own, his report still in his hand. He has taken to writing them on clipboards just for this reason—he never knows when he will need a mobile desk. “Sorry Luca.” He keeps writing as he blocks the younger man’s progress. “I know you’ve already come up with a few threats, but you don’t control me. Besides, you have another cup, and you might start vibrating hard enough to register on the Richter scale. If that happens, we’ll have a bunch of guys from Cal Tech coming down to figure out why there’s an epicenter in our office.”