Jubal Valentine (FBI/Grimm): Short Story - AU: Chapter 1
Youāve had shitty days, but this felt like by far the worst.
Being a cop was hard enough, but when you found out about a particular quirk, well, there was a part of you that wanted it to be a lie, or some bad dream. Yet it was all real.
Not only do you have to deal with the crazy your job as a detective entails, but now you have to manage this supposed gift.
At least thatās what Nick Burkhardt called it.
āAnother shot!ā You called the bartender.
He seemed a bit skeptical, maybe even impressed because youād been at this bar downing drinks for the last hour like itās nobodyās business. He poured another, and you took it, emptying the glass as you dropped your head on the counter.
āLife sucks.ā
Thatās all you could think about at the moment.
āHey there, having a hard time?ā
A man slid into the chair next to you and you lifted your head, squinting. Itās possible that youāre a bit impaired.
āIām fine.ā
You werenāt in the mood for company or conversation.
It was a bit impressive that you said that without slurring.
āCome on, donāt be like that.ā
When he placed his hand on your thigh, you moved back, but ended up stumbling out of your seat. You intended to say something, but someone stepped in front of you.
āI think the lady wants to be alone.ā
His figure was blocking you, and all you could do was nod childishly in agreement as you stuck out your tongue. The man looked pissed, but backed down, walking away.
āThatās what you get..f-freaking jack..jack..ā
You knew the word, it would come back eventually.
Your savior turned to you with a smile.
āYou should be careful drinking alone in that state. Is there something here with you, maybe they can take you home.ā
He seemed genuinely concerned and for a moment you just looked at him, eyes narrowed. Heās tall, pretty green eyes and a salt and pepper goatee.Ā
His stance looks a bit official.
FBI, maybe even CIA if you had to guess.
His air of authority exudes that. Hands on his hips, attentive look. What are the odds that you would encounter another cop on this sulky night.
When the silence stretched, you stepped closer, as if inspecting his face. He raised a brow, curious.
āYouāre not a wesen are you?ā
āA wesen..ā
Maybe if you hadn't been so wasted you would have caught the look he wore at the word. You just ended up waving it off, shuffling back to your seat. It took a bit of effort, but youād managed to put yourself back into your seat. Lifting your arms, you placed them on the counter as you dropped your head back down, exhaling.
āIām not sure how I feel about leaving you here alone.
You just flick your wrist around.Ā
"Itās fine. Iām (Y/N).. I can..handle anything.ā
Your face is still buried in your hands, and he feels even less assured at your slurred sentences.
āOkay, Iām calling you a cab.ā
He pulls out his phone, and you straighten when he turns his back to order a ride.
Your eyes run over his form, and when they move back up to his face, he turns to you.
āIām gonna need your address.ā
You nod, sliding your little purse out as you hand it to him and he just looks at it in his palm before shaking his head with a smile.
āYou should be a little more guarded, what if I was a criminal?ā
āAt least youāre *hic* a-a good looking criminal..ā
Youāre now admiring him, and he just laughs a bit softly before he opens your purse in search of your driverās license. Once he gets it, he slides the card back in and holds it out to you. You just tilt your head to the left.
āRight, drunk. Got it. Iāll hold onto this. Do you think you can stand it?ā
āYep.ā
You rise to your feet, and thatās as far as your body allows. The next step you take is a sway and he catches you before you lose your balance.
His hand is on the small of your back and against your shoulder. How much closer, you can see the beautiful hue of his eyes. Heās distracted for a second, but slowly begins to steady you. Now that youāre not bent, you smile and he chuckles.
This will be an interesting night.
By some miracle he got you into the cab, and straight to your house.
Heās skillfully ensured you didnāt strip right at the front door.
Going up the stairs would have been easier if you hadnāt grabbed every bar on the railing on the way there.
It took a while, but managed to get you through the door of your bedroom, and you were giggling, right up to the point that he placed you in bed.
He was laughing along with you softly.
āI guarantee you wonāt be this cheerful when you wake up with a hangover tomorrow.āĀ
He joked.
He slid off your shoes, placing them at the side of the bed. You were getting comfortable, so you barely processed much when he stepped away, muttering about getting you a drink and painkillers. When he returned, you blinked, now very aware of the bottle of water heād placed on the dresser.
āI couldnāt find any painkillers and I think itās a bit creepy to just dig around your place.ā
He was wearing a playful smile, and you couldnāt help but appreciate how caring this stranger was acting even though he didnāt know you, or your situation. You were just looking at him, and after a moment of your slightly awed expression, he cleared his throat, looking away.
āOkay, well I hope you feel better. I should probably get going.ā
He stepped back, ready to leave and you flinched.
āW-Wait!ā
He stopped in place and you gripped at the sheets.
āPlease donāt..donāt go..ā
You suddenly looked scared.
āHey, hey itās okay, youāre fine. Youāre in your home.ā
He moved forward to reassure you, but you shook your head, gently taking his wrist.
āIām scared, I donāt want to be alone, p-please donāt leaveā¦ā
You were pleading, and he seemed conflicted.
āI donāt think I should-ā
āI want you to, I trust you.ā
He wore an easy smile, shaking his head.
āYou really should be more guarded, especially for a cop.ā
Your brows furrowed.
āHowā¦you know Iām a cop..?ā
That made him laugh, and he pointed to the badge on your dresser.
āOh..ā
Obviously you hadnāt remembered to put it away before you went to the bar to get wasted. At least youād been more conscious with your gun.
āYou need to be careful.ā
You just looked at him cutely and he shook his head again.
āYouāre not listening to anything Iām saying right now, are you?ā
You only smiled, and he relented, taking a seat on your bed. You were still holding his hand.
āIāll stay until you fall asleep.ā
Your face lit up, and in your excitement youād tugged him forward. The forceful pull made him fall unto you, and you simply laughed, hugging him. He was awkwardly trying to keep his hands off any forbidden territory. You just inhaled softly, letting out a content sigh.
āYou smell good..ā
You released after a moment, and when he straightened, he seemed a bit flustered. His eyes met your own and just for a second, something about his gaze just made you feel safe. Maybe thatās why you were finding it hard to look away. Your breaths mingled, and you were certain he would lean in.
He looked a bit entranced and you werenāt much better. The second the both of you got closer, he took a breath, closing his eyes as he pulled back. You blinked, clearly disappointed. He just placed his hands on his hips.
āIāll..Iāll take the chair.āĀ
He decided.
You didnāt want him to leave the room and the bed held too much temptation. He walked in a circle for a second before he finally moved to your mini sofa and sat down, running a hand over his face.
āNo kiss..ā
You sounded saddened and this time he actually laughed aloud.
āGoodnight (Y/N).ā
You smiled, as if youād forgotten the entire ordeal, nodding happily.
āGoodnight!ā
You sounded cheerful as you laid back in the bed and he slightly slid down the chair with a smile of his own.Ā
