Okay, so, ima surprise you with a Lem request. Crazy, I know.
But, my ability to hold my own in an arm wrestle is getting pretty good. Obviously, I'm not someone who can easily win as such, but I can at least last longer.
So, how about a Lem x reader where there's a bit arm wrestling going on in the Barn, and the guys persuade her to arm wrestle Lem, and even though she knows she is gonna lose, she tries. And they're actually kinda impressed that she doesn't go down straight away.
Then a lot of flirting between her and Lem, not quite smut, but maybe a little steam? 😁💜
I absolutely loved this request! I hope you like what I came up with for it!
The Challenge
Pairing:: Curtis Lemansky x Reader
Warnings:: swearing
Gif not mine, credit to the owner
"Come on, Dutch boy," you chuckled. "Let's see what you got." He sat down across from you, propping his arm on his elbow. You grasped his hand, squeezing tightly.
"Ready?" he asked, trying to intimidate you as everyone threw their bets down. All of the money went down on you.
"Hell, yeah, let's see what you got," you scoffed.
Ronnie grabbed your hands, counting you down. "Go!" he called.
It wasn't even a challenge. You slammed Dutch's hand down on the table and laughed as he stared up at you.
"Dutch boy!" you laughed. "Aww, Dutch, you wanna go two outta three?"
"No," he sighed, standing up. He grabbed his cup of coffee as he shook his head. Everyone laughed, patting him on the back as he walked out.
"Who's next?" you called. "Who's gonna take on the queen?"
"I will," Lem answered, stepping forward. You swallowed, knowing you were going to lose. "What, you scared?" he asked, sitting down.
"A little," you nodded. He put his elbow down, wiggling his fingers. "Don't break my hand."
"I won't, I won't," he laughed. You grabbed his hand and he squeezed it. He was going to break your hand, you could feel it. Grimacing, he loosened his grip. "You alright?" he chuckled.
"Yeah," you lied. Ronnie grabbed your hands and counted down.
He let go and you pushed as hard as you could. His hand didn't budge at all. You gritted your teeth, trying to get his hand down. Lem was barely trying as he smirked, watching you struggle. You knew he was taking it easy on you.
"Jesus Christ," you grunted as he slammed your hand on the table. Everyone shook their heads, amazed you lasted that long. They didn't know that Lem was letting you. "Thanks for not breaking my hand."
"Go again?" he chuckled. You shook out your hand as you shook your head.
"No way, Lemonhead," you sighed. "I've been dethroned." You stood up and Ronnie took your seat.
"I'll take him on," he chuckled, bracing his elbow. Lem shrugged, grabbing his hand. "Let's go, man."
You grabbed their hands and counted, "Three, two, one, go." As soon as you let go, Ronnie's hand was on the table. "Holy shit."
"Ow, let go!" Ronnie yelled as Lem kept him pinned. "Never again." He stood up, stretching his fingers out. "Who's next?" No one stepped forward, wanting to try to beat Lem.
"Guess I'm the champion then," he chuckled as he stood up. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "How's your hand?"
"Hurts," you said, rubbing it.
"Yeah, well, last time I arm-wrestled him," Vic chuckled. "I couldn't bend my finger for a week."
"Oh, that's bullshit," Lem laughed, grabbing my hand. He gently massaged it as he chuckled. "I think you still screwed up your hand from taking that guy down. Remember? You hit the concrete? Shit, what was that guy's name?"
You stood awkwardly as his thumbs rubbed over the back of your hand. "I wasn't there," you said.
"I forget, that was years ago," Vic answered. "But we arm-wrestled after that and my hand was screwed up after that."
Everyone started clearing out as they kept arguing. Lem had dropped your hand and turned to face Vic. You hopped up on the counter, sipping your coffee. Once Vic walked out, Lem turned back to you.
"Your hand alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's okay," you sighed, looking down at it. "Thanks for not destroying me from the start. Helped my ego."
He laughed, "I didn't do that."
"What do you mean?" you chuckled. "You went easy on me."
"Y/N, don't you know this by now?" he said, leaning a little closer. "I don't go easy at all. I go hard and full force with everything."
Your face turned red and you looked down a little bit. "Well, I think you're lying," you said. "Maybe we'll have a rematch someday."
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A/N: here’s a little Lem story for y’all. @blacklist-leppard
Your older brother Dutch was great. He was smart, he wasn’t too overprotective, he let you experience life with well-thought out advice.
You packed your clothes for your trip to see Dutch in California and as you got into your car, a sense of wonder filled you. For some reason, you felt like this trip would be different.
“Hey Holland! It’s me! I’m leaving from Stockton right now! I’ll be there in like two or three hours, did you need me to stop and pick up anything?” You ask as you merge onto the expressway.
“Nah, can’t think of anything. How long you staying?” He asks.
“Probably only a few days.”
“Why not stay two weeks? Just come out here, relax. Maybe even meet a couple cute guys?” He chuckles, and you could imagine him wiggling his brows at you.
“oh Hol, I—“
“I insist. Who knows, maybe it’ll be good for you. Stockton is so different from here, you know that. We’ll hit a couple good restaurants. I’ll introduce you to the team I work with since you didn’t get to meet them last time.” He cheers. You hear a muffled shout in the background and then your brother says. “..piss off Mackey.”
“Alright, well I’m gonna go, I’m getting into heavy traffic.” You laugh. “Love you!”
“Love you too, drive carefully.” He murmurs before hanging up.
As you pull off the expressway, you pull into a gas station for a drink. A cute blonde holds the door as you walk in, and you glance over your shoulder and smile at him. He grins back, waving a little hand to you before he gets on his motorcycle and drives away. Nibbling on your knuckle, you try to hide the smile as you grab a drink and a snack. The cashier had noticed the exchange and greets you with a smile.
“Hi darlin’, you from around here?” She asks, chewing on her gum as she scans your second item. You shake a no.
“Nope, just visiting my brother. He works at the ‘Barn’ here in Farmington.”
“Ah! You’re in luck then, the cute blonde works there too. On the strike team.” She giggles.
“Well thank you.” You smile, nodding as you head for your car.
As you pull into the Barn, you park next to Holland’s car and head to the door. You shoot a quick text to Holland telling him that you’re at the front door. You’d never been here before, as time never permitted it for you and Holland was always off work when you went to visit. When your brother comes into view you can’t help but jump in excitement six months was a long time without seeing him and here he was in front of you.
“Holland!” You call, and the door buzzes open for you. Running to your older brother with open arms, he grabs you and squeezes tight.
“I missed you so much.” He coos, taking a moment to breathe.
“I missed you too.” You smile, leaning back to see how long is hair had grown out.
“Well well, lookie here. Dutchboy has a girlfriend!” A voice chortles behind you. Letting go of your brother and looking behind you, you find a man average height, stocky and bald grinning at your brother.
“Girlfriend? No. His sister.” You bark, glaring at him with arms crossed over your chest.
“Oh shit! Dutchboy has a sister?” He mocks looking surprised when three other men come up behind him. One is a little taller than baldy, with dark almost black hair. The second, also dark hair, his more brown, and a mustache. “Boys! Dutchboy’s got a sister!” The man announces, and the ebony-haired man grins wide, his gums showing. “How are you related to Dutch. He got a different dad?” The man asks, still remanence of a grin on his lips.
“Nope. Full blooded siblings.” You smile annoyingly.
“Wow, so your last name is Wagenbach too?”
“That’s correct.” You nod, lips pursed and eyes rolling.
“Damn, well you know what they say, second time’s the charm.” He laughs, a few quiet laughs echoing. Reaching out, you crack a hand across his face and stomp a foot.
“You’re parents must be real proud of their son being a bald-headed bully. You’re what, twelve? Grow up!” You bark, twisting on a heel and walking over to your brother’s desk and having a seat.
“What a prude, I was just pokin’ a little fun. Jesus.” Vic groans as the strike team files into the clubhouse.
“Well clearly she didn’t think it was funny. Just like ol’ Dutchboy she can’t take a joke.” Shane pipes in, and he and Vic chuckle.
“Well I mean, I’d get defensive if I didn’t know you guys too.” Lem mutters, rolling his eyes at their antics.
“Aw Jesus Lemonhead, you aren’t really crushin’ on Dutchboy’s sister, are you?” Vic whines, giving him a pathetic look.
“I mean, no. She seems nice that’s all.”
“She seems nice that’s all.” Shane mocks a little later as they walk through the main room. As they walk by Dutch’s desk, Vic is sure to kick his chair. Lem’s eyes meet yours for a millisecond and you grin at him.
“Hey.” Lem whispers.
The next day, Holland heads with you to the Barn really quick to grab something from his desk when the Strike team hauls in three guys, all whom appear to be thugs. “Everyone get the FUCK down!” One guy shouts, a gun in his hand. While Lem was headed for the clubhouse, he twists at the sound of a gunshot firing off and his eyes meet yours. Dutch ducks under the desk as the gunman points towards his desk. Lem’s heart slams against his chest and he dives for you, grabbing you and shielding you with his body. A shot rings and it hits the lower left side of his abdomen, through and through.
“Ow.” He groans, still covering you. “You okay?” He grits through his teeth.
“Yeah, are you okay?” You coo, your hand reaching up to cup his side.
“Yeah, just a flesh wound, babe.” He assures, pressing a kiss to your lips. He chuckles. You giggle, covering your face as the heat floods your cheeks. “I’m Lem, or Curtis.” He smiles, letting you pull him down for another kiss.
“Hey, so tell me something.”
“What’s that?” He responds as he pulls you to your feet.
“If I were to ask you for your phone, could I just put my number in for you? You’re gonna need it anyway to ask me on a date.” You smile, slipping his phone from his hands and tapping away on his keyboard.
“Lem, get your stitches bro.” Ronnie calls, chuckling at Lem’s far off half-grin.
“I’d love to take you on a date.” He smiles, pulling you back in for another kiss.
So, I love him. Just gonna put it out there. I am head over heals and beyond smitten. So sorry if this isn’t that interesting to y’all, but I’ll be honest, I wrote this just as much for me as I did any of you. Maybe even more. But I hope y’all like it. It is based around your RDO character so she doesn’t speak and I tried to draw from how her (did do fem!reader) and Lem interact in cutscenes and missions.
Pt. 1 (hopefully)
She could tell instantly. It wasn’t her keen senses. Nor her well trained ability to read people. Wasn’t even her familial understanding of her nephew. She could have been a born idiot, and Maggie still would have seen it written all over his face the moment he came in.
The way his eyes kept darting to you. How he leaned his wait on you, perhaps a bit more than he needed to. How even when she talked, she could tell he wasn’t fully listening. And the way his gaze found you and lingered as he was led back into her room for a rest.
Maggie knew her nephew had it bad.
You on the other hand. You were harder to read. You were always a reserved one. She couldn’t say she had heard you utter so much as a word in all the time she had known you. But she noticed the way your eyes hesitated to meet hers as you help him in. The way you continued to support him, and only released when he had pulled away to sit on her desk. And how you watched him as Marcel lead her nephew of, gaze lingering on the door when he was no longer in sight.
Yes. Maggie could have been a born idiot and even still, she would have seen the signs.
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“That shine gonna need delivered soon?” Maggie didn’t even bother looking up form her records, she already knew that expectant expression by heart at this point.
“She’s not gonna be back for another week.”
“I-I wasn’t asking that.” One good eye raised to see the childishly obvious disappointment as the man deflated.
“Course not. Why don’t you go help Marcel with the new batch. Got some new buyers lined up and things need to be ready.” The man nodded, quick to listen as always. Though a part of Maggie wondered if it was just to speed along her return.
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She hated having to use a cane. For so long she had been so strong, a symbol of power. But her old body and battle scars didn’t let her forget just how rough life could be. Hobbling out to the front porch with as much dignity as she could manage, the old moonshiner smiled at the lovely spring day. The cigarette she lit was just an excuse to enjoy all the life that blossomed around.
The birds were singing for their mates, butterflies fluttered from flower to flower with a lazy sort of purpose, and you and Lem danced around each other like two leaves in the breeze. It brought a smile to the old woman’s lips, watching you two be so obvious and so oblivious.
He’d help you down off your horse, eyes seeing only you as he smiled that calming, carefree smile. You were a stern one. But Maggie never missed the way your scowl softened when he’d trip over himself to carry your things for you. You two would walk together, Lem doing all the talking. Shine was all he knew, so it was all he talked about. But if you minded, you didn’t let on. He’d show you the new batch, telling you about how it was made and talking up his roll in crafting it. And you’d let him talk. Though Maggie suspected you had sense enough to know Lem could at times embellish.
Together, you two loaded the wagon. The external world could have been onfire and you two would have been nothing but shimmering eyes and soft smiles and you worked together. Lem would make some self serving joke and you would ease and lean in as he laughed. You’d lash down the shine and he’d watch you as if no woman in the world had done such a feat.
It did an old woman’s heart good, this spring day.
This is a Lem one, this time. Because the anon request made me think of the lovely Lem some more.
For this one I was thinking it could be a cold night (cos the nights are getting colder here) and I can picture a lovely fluffy snuggle, with cute conversations, maybe ending in some form of smut. Idk ^_^
I hope you like it! Sorry it's on the shorter side
Warmth
Pairing:: Curtis Lemansky x Reader
Warnings:: just some angsty, fluffy snuggles
Gif not mine, credit to the owner
We live in California. It should not be this cold outside. It feels more like Seattle than Los Angeles. Curtis keeps telling me I'm being dramatic or it's like this every winter or to go get a sweatshirt and then complains when I take his.
Here I am, laying in our bed with three blankets and my teeth are chattering. No sweatshirt is going to help me. Curtis walks into the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head. He drops it on the floor and looks over at me.
"What's wrong with you?" he asks, dropping his hands to his hips.
"I'm freezing," I groan. "Can't you turn the heat on?"
"The heat?" he laughs. "No, I can't turn the heat on. Want my sweatshirt?"
I groan, pulling the blanket up and rolling myself into it. I rolled to face the wall and hear Curtis walk closer to me. The bed sags under me as he sits down. He unrolls me and I whine as he takes the blanket from me. He lays down behind me.
"Come over here," he sighs. I roll over and face him. I shift so my forehead is on his chest and fold my arms in between us. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me into him. "How's this?"
"So much better," I exhale.
"Good," he chuckles. I close my eyes, nuzzling my face into him. "You look so cute all cuddly like this."
"Do I?" I mumble into his chest.
"Yeah," he sighs, running his hand over my hair and down to my back. "Like a firecracker who lost its fire."
"That's not funny," I groan. Looking up, I see the sweet smile on his face. "You really do enjoy seeing me like this?"
He shrugs, "I just like snuggling with you." He squeezes me tighter and rubs my back. "I love it when you're laying with me like this."
"I do too, baby," I smile, resting my head on his shoulder. "And I especially love that you're warmer than a space heater."
that ronnie one was amazing, and so was the kozik. am i okay to request a lem. i was thinking something similar to derrick tripp episode. you know where it cuts to lem's belly, what if reader sneakily blows a raspberry on it, and then books it away before lem then starts chasing her, and he eventually catches her - and i was thinkig potentially smut; but entirely up to your interpretation
Request all you want! I hope you like this! I loved writing it!
Ticklish
Pairing:: Curtis Lemansky x Reader
Warnings:: fluffy, implied smut, Lem being the most precious
You were laying on the couch with your head on Curtis's lap. The two of you were watching TV, cuddling after a long day. His hand was roaming over your side as you smiled, nuzzling your face into his thigh.
With his other hand, he lifted his shirt up a little to scratch his stomach. He'd been doing this all day. At work, Ronnie said it looked like a spider bite, but he wasn't sure. You looked up at his belly, exposed and round.
He didn't pay you any mind as you sat up a little. He just thought you were adjusting. You smirked wickedly as you executed your plan. Pressing your lips on the side of his stomach, you blew a raspberry against his skin.
"What're you-" he jumped. You cackled and stood up, running through the apartment. "You think it's funny?" he hollered as he chased you. You forgot what he did for a living until he tackled you on the bed. He tickled you, making you laugh and fight against him. "What, you don't think it's funny anymore?"
"Stop it!" you yelled. "Stop it! Curtis!" He kept tickling you and you kept laughing. "Please, stop! Curtis, stop it!"
He laughed, sitting on top of you and staring down. You ran your hands up his thighs slowly. Once you reached his hips, you grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him closer to you. He leaned down, kissing you deeply. He ripped your shirt off of you.
As you fumbled to push his pants down, he kissed the side of your neck, sucking on it. Moving to your throat, he blew a raspberry against your skin.
He laughed as you pushed him away. "You're terrible," you whined.
"I'm terrible?" he chuckled. "You started it."
"Yeah, well," you sighed, shimming your pants down. "Now, you can finish it."
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How about Lem and reader handling as arrest, whom resists, knocking him backwards good, and getting reader in the face.
He's about to charge in, but she rears back, fury like no other in her eyes, and just sends the arrest out like a fucking light. And maybe some smut/slight steam when he's cleaning her up lol
I loved this!! I hope you like it!
Resisting Arrest
Pairing:: Curtis 'Lem' Lemansky x Reader
Warnings:: swearing, angst, fluff, steam
Gif not mine, credit to the owner
"Freeze!" Lem yelled, aiming his gun at the guy we'd been chasing for two hours. "Hands where I can see them!" He lifted his hands up, tipping his head back. "Turn around slowly." He spun so his back was to us. "Y/N, cuff him."
I nodded, putting my gun back in the holster and grabbing my handcuffs. Lifting the handcuffs, I clicked them around his right wrist and pulled his arm down to his waist. He spun around knocking me off my balance and clocking me in the face. He took off running with my handcuffs still on him.
"Son of a bitch!" I yelled, standing up.
"Shit, you good?" Lem asked, rushing over to me. He looked down at my face, making sure I wasn't too badly injured.
"Yeah, let's go get this asshole." I rubbed my face and groaned, "I'm tired of his shit." We chase him down the alley and hear tires squealing. Someone laid on the horn and then we heard cars crashing. "What the hell is going on?"
We saw our perp laying on the ground. He had gotten hit by a car and then that car got into an accident. We ran in separate directions, helping the drivers out of their crumpled cars. Lem went over to our guy as he tried to limp away. I worked my way over to them. He shoved Lem backward and as he stumbled, he hit me.
"Jesus Christ," he said, looking back at me. He was about to spin around to take the guy down, but I pounced on him. Tackling him, I slammed him down on the concrete. "Jesus, Y/N!" Lem yelled, trying to pull me back.
When he got me off of him, I had the guy facedown and handcuffed. I looked up at him and his face softened. Reaching out, he touched my cheek and I winced.
"Let's get back to the barn," he sighed. "You're in rough shape."
"I'm fine," I grunted, pulling the guy up. "You gonna help me with him or just stand around?"
Lem hauled the guy to his car, throwing him in the backseat. He drove us back to the Barn as the guy kicked and screamed at us. We just ignored him. He was strung out on something.
When we walked in, Lem went to the cages to fill out the paperwork. I went back to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
"What the hell happened to you?" Ronnie asked as he walked in.
"Rough arrest," I groaned, flicking my sugar packets. "But we got the guy so that's all that matters."
"Did you hear about the accident downtown?" Danny asked from the table. "Heard on the radio some guy got hit and then fled."
"Yeah," I chuckled. "That was the guy we were tracking down." I turned around and smiled, "We may have caused that pileup."
"This is why you two shouldn't partner up," Ronnie laughed. "The whole city falls apart."
"Like you could do better?" you chuckled.
"I could do much better," he scoffed. "Dutch and I teamed up last week, remember? We did great."
"Sure you did," I sighed. "I'm heading back."
I walked back to our room in the corner. As I walked in, I let out a heavy sigh. I was hurting. My head was pounding and my body was aching. I pulled my gun out of the holster and set it down on the table. As I sat down in the chair, Lem walked in.
"You alright?" he asked.
"Want the truth?" I chuckled, holding my head. I looked up at him and he nodded. "No, I feel like shit." He walked over to me and knelt in front of my legs. He pushed my hair out of the way and looked over my head. "See anything?" I chuckled awkwardly.
"You've got a pretty big gash," he sighed. "I mean, it's not that big, but big enough that you'll feel it." He stood up and grabbed the first aid kit. As he walked back, he said, "I'm sorry I hit you."
"It was an accident, Lemonhead," I chuckled. "It's okay."
"I feel bad," he shrugged. He sat on his knees and opened the kit. "I should've been paying better attention to where you were." He soaked a cotton pad with peroxide and placed it on my forehead. I winced at the burning feeling. "Sorry."
"It's fine, Lem," I chuckled. "We all know you're just a bull in a china shop." He laughed quietly, setting the bloody pad on the table. He opened a piece of gauze and placed it. "You really don't have to do this, Lem."
"No, I do," he nodded. He was nose to nose with me as he taped the piece of gaze on my head. His eyebrows were scrunched together as he concentrated. He was so close to me I thought he could hear my heart pounding. "There," he smiled, gently pressing the tape in place.
"Thanks," I whispered, peering over at him. My face heated up as I turned away from him.
"You okay?" he asked, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him. "Something wrong?"
"Not really," I sighed, letting my eyes fall to the floor. When he didn't stop looking at me, I glanced back up and met his eyes.
His fingers lingered on my cheek as his eyes bounced around between mine and my lips. I smiled softly as he made the decision to jump, pulling me into a slow, simple kiss.
When he leaned away from me, he smiled, blushing a little himself. I leaned forward, kissing him again. Taking in the sweetness of his lips, I ran my fingers through his hair and brought him closer.
We heard Vic and Shane talking outside the door and separated. Lem grabbed the first aid kit and put it back as the door opened.
"What happened here?" Vic asked, looking down at me.
"Nothing," I answered quickly, shaking my head.
"Doesn't look like nothing," Shane sighed.
"What happened with you two?" he asked, looking between Lem and me.
"Uh, nothing, just work," Lem shrugged, avoiding their eyes and mine. "I'm gonna go get a...a coffee."
We watched him walk out the door and Vic turned back to me. "What happened to your face?" he asked.
"Oh..." I nodded, reaching up and touching my cheekbone. "Just some asshole resisting arrest. Nothing fun." I looked down, trying to hide the smile on my face.
Pairing:: Curtis 'Lem' Lemansky x Reader
Warnings:: swearing, miscommunication, urinating on someone, solving a murder case, mentions of dead bodies
Requested by anon:
So, I'm rewatching the Shield, and you know the episode in the first season where the Latino cop helps Vic with the Toros hits, Carlos? Well, what about a Lem x reader, where he likes her, and she likes him, but they've been dancing round each other's feelings. Until, Carlos asks reader out for a drink, and she's like, "well that's really sweet, maybe", and Lem catches up with her later to finally face his feelings. And he's the reason she didn't fully accept Carlos' offer. I'm thinking more fluff, but I could stand to see a little Lem smut. He's just so perfect.
A/N:: A lot of this is directly from the episode of The Shield. I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you like it!
Gif not mine, credit to the owner
Vic, Shane, and I walked into the shooting range with Ben. Eight bodies were laying on the ground, some still had their earmuffs on and their guns in their hands. One of the bodies was a woman, maybe in her twenties. She was pregnant. I shook my head at the sight.
"I love the action," Vic said. "But what are we doing in Watts?" We walked further into the room. I hung back behind Shane so I wouldn't have to look too much at the bodies.
"We got eight people dead," Gilroy explained. "Nine, if you count the fetus." I cringed at his statement. Dead babies, kids, or pregnant women always hit me hard.
"Gang war on steroids," he chuckled.
"Chief doesn't like headlines," he said. Vic squatted down to look at one of the men on the ground. "If my ass is on the line, I want my best man covering me." He turned back to look at me with a smirk on his face. I hated Gilroy.
"Appreciate the compliment, but, uh, won't Northwest get a little pissed off with me and Shane and Y/N steppin' on their turf?" Vic asked as he stood.
"The lead detective is Carlos Zamora," he explained.
"Never heard of him," Shane sighed.
"I have," I nodded.
"He's a comer but he's raw," Gilroy said. "Built his reputation working with these gangs. Knows them inside out."
"He know how we work?" Vic asked.
"Let him do his thing, you do your thing. I don't care which works, as long as it gets cracked," Ben said. He only cared about saving his skin. I cared about finding the person who did this.
As I stared down at the bodies, listening to Vic and Ben, I heard the door open. I spun around to see who it was. A man walked in, fixing his flannel shirt that fell off his shoulder. I recognized him from the article I read about him in the paper.
"Carlos, Vic Mackey, Shane Vendrell, Y/N Y/L/N," Ben introduced. We all shook his hand. He smiled over at me with a flirty smirk.
"Thanks for helping out," he said as he looked at me as if I was the only one there.
"What gang were they in?" Vic asked, getting right to business.
"Toros," he said. "Biggest and baddest around here."
"Cameras catch this guy?" he asked.
"Ah, just for show. VCRs weren't hooked up," he explained.
"Gotta make our lives harder," I sighed, looking back at the bodies. Carlos laughed a little and I could feel his eyes on me.
Carlos went outside to talk to the Toros that had shown up. Vic and I followed him outside as Shane went to talk to the owner. We stood, leaning against the car as we watched Carlos try to get a hold of the guys.m He was hugging the leader, trying to get him to calm down. Vic scoffed out a laugh as we watched.
"It's not that funny," I chuckled as I lit a cigarette.
"Just starting to make more sense," he sighed.
Shane walked out, lifting the tape up. He told about this kid, Jaime, who normally is there to clean up after the shooting range closes. He wasn't there.
"You seeing this?" Vic asked.
"Clear as day," I sighed.
"Goddamn Oprah Winfrey hour," he stated.
"Paging Dr. Phil," Shane laughed.
"No wonder Gilroy called us up," he said. "Got an all-out gang war about to explode and this guy's playing grief counselor to the soldiers." We started walking over to them.
"This is his style," I defended. "He was with them. That bond is still there, Vic." I flicked my cigarette away as we got closer.
"Does that matter?" Shane scoffed. "They're on different sides now. Why're you defending him?"
"Family's hard to turn against," I said, trying to avoid his question.
We talked with the Toros and found out about a guy who had been causing a lot of waves. Carlos didn't like that Vic was questioning them and starting to get aggressive. Wet Willie and Jaime were our only leads.
"What do you know?" Vic chuckled, turning around. "A clue." Vic started over to his truck and Shane and I followed.
"Hey!" Carlos yelled, following us. "What do you think you're doing, shaking down these guys?" he scoffed, getting in Vic's face. "They trust me."
"Yeah, I saw the circle jerk," he smiled.
"Vic," I sighed. This wasn't our district. The fewer issues we caused would be better. Vic looked over at me, making a face.
"You treat 'em like people, it works," Carlos sighed.
"So does treating them like the killing, dealing, thieving scumbags that they are," he said, growing angry. "Mop-up boy went MIA tonight," he said, pulling out the paper Shane gave him. "See if you can track him down."
"Where you going?" he asked as Vic got in the car.
"Talk to Wet Willie," he said.
"I can do it. I know where to find Wet Willie and his guys," he argued. Shane walked around to the passenger seat.
"Hey, this might be your district, but it's my world," Vic smiled.
"Different ZIP code, same pinheads," Shane added. Vic and I both laughed and I started making my way to my door.
"Y/N, go with our new friend Carlos," he said to me. "Make sure you find Jaime."
"Wait, what?" I scoffed. He nodded and I scoffed, shaking my head. "Come on, Carlos, you're driving." I started walking to his car before he was even with me.
We drove around to find Jaime and think of where to start looking. I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and held them out to him. He shook his head and kept driving.
"So, what was it like in the Toros?" I asked as I lit it.
"Lot different than working on this side of the fence," he chuckled.
"Shit, I bet," I nodded. We crossed over a street and down the block, I saw Shane pissing on someone in the middle of the road. All I could do was hope Carlos didn't see. I watched Vic run over and scream at him. "Lot different than Farmington over here."
"I bet," he chuckled. "You and your guys are...intense."
"Intense?" I laughed. "Nah, we just want to get the job done."
"So do I," he smiled. His phone started ringing and he picked it up. "Hello? Hey, man, how's it going?" I looked up at him as he took his personal call. "Really? Yeah, man, that's great. Thanks, homie. Send your mom my love. Alright, bye."
"Everything...good?" I asked as he hung up.
"Got a line on Jaime," he nodded. "Call Vic, have him meet us." I started dialing Shane's number.
"Someone just called you and told you that?" He shrugged and nodded. "Way different than Farmington."
We pulled over down the block and waited for them to come by. We sat and listened to the radio patiently. I kept noticing him looking at me. I didn't want to call him out on it, but it was getting annoying.
"Sorry, if I'm...being too forward," he sighed. "This probably isn't the best time with eight murders to solve."
"Nine," I corrected.
"Nine murders," he nodded. "But...I was wondering if you'd want to get a drink with me sometime?" I softened hearing him say that. "I'm probably being too direct and quick. I just...think you're great. I like being around you."
"That's...that's really sweet, Carlos," I smiled. "Maybe once we solve our multiple homicides we will."
"That'd be great," he chuckled. I saw Vic's car turn the corner. He pulled over beside us. "Any luck with Wet Willie?" he asked.
"He's not the guy," Vic scoffed. "We better find out who is before Train makes an educated guess and starts shooting back."
"Got a line on our missing mop-up boy," he explained.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"A gangbanger friend of his called me up and told me where we can find him," he explained.
"A banger just called you up?" I leaned forward in my seat, nodding. I could tell by Vic's face that he didn't believe it at all.
"I told you, man, these guys trust me," he sighed. "Said Jaime's been bragging he saw the shooter come out of the gun club."
"Great, where do I find this Jaime?" Vic asked.
"We got this one," he said. "Wanna back us up? Just follow my taillights." Carlos put the car in drive and sped off.
"Really got him," I chuckled.
"I don't know what's getting into me." He turned down the street and watched Vic drive up behind him.
"That's Vic," I smiled. "He brings the best outta people." He laughed, shaking his head.
"I don't think he's done that to you." I looked up at him and wondered what he meant. "I think...he's holding you back."
"You don't know me, Carlos," I chuckled. "No one holds me back." When I worked in Vice, I felt like I was held back. I couldn't do my job right. The Strike Team was for me. Maybe it was the liberties we took to get the bad guys off the street. I don't know, but that's where I soared. "Is that him?" I asked, pointing down the block.
"Good eye," he smiled, pulling over. We got out and waited for Vic and Shane. As we walked up the street, Vic took charge and I stayed back with Shane.
"You need to take another leak while we're here?" I asked him quietly.
"Shit, you saw that?" he groaned.
"We were driving by," I laughed. "Hope your bladder's okay. That's not normal to just have to piss in the street while you're arresting someone."
"Shut up," he laughed. "He was being a pain in the ass." We stopped in front of a group of boys.
"Jaime?" Carlos asked.
"Nah, Jaime left," he said.
"Good one," I chuckled.
"Try again, smart-ass," Vic said, getting close to him. "Finish your drinks somewhere else," he said to his friends.
Vic and Carlos tried their different methods to get Jaime to break. He wasn't going to. They kept getting more and more frustrated. Then, he told us that the shooter was white and not wearing any gang colors.
"Well...shit," I groaned, turning back to the car. "So much for gang-war."
"Let's head back to the Barn, find some new leads," Shane suggested. "Let Gilroy know what's going on."
"Yeah," Vic nodded. "We need a whole new theory." Opening the door, he looked at Carlos. "Follow my taillights."
When we got back to the Barn, I broke off to go to the kitchen. I was in desperate need of coffee. Lem walked in and smiled down at me. I wished he were running this case with us. Out of the guys on the team, he was my best friend. We worked great together.
On a personal level, we had been dancing around each other for at least a year. A year of flirting and exchanging looks, but nothing ever came of it. I was too scared to make the first move, or any move really. The Strike Team is like a family, and me throwing the idea of dating within the family would throw off the balance. I just had to sit back and wait for him to take the shot.
"How's this Watts case going?" he asked, pouring himself a coffee. I shrugged, pouring the milk into mine.
"Usual shit," I groaned. "Dead ends and hunches not panning out the way we want them to."
"That blows," he sighed. "Anything I can do to help?"
"I don't think so," I shrugged. "We got this guy helping us: Carlos Zamora."
"Oh, I heard about him. Opposite of Vic, right?" he laughed. I nodded, laughing. "Geez, how's that going?"
"I've never seen Vic like this," I chuckled. "He doesn't know what to do with himself."
"I wish I was there to witness it." Carlos walked in and looked at Lem. "What's up? I'm Lem."
"Carlos," he nodded, shaking his hand. "They want us upstairs to talk to Gilroy and Jimenez."
"Shit, he's involved now?" I groaned. "This night keeps getting better and better."
"But, that'll make our drinks even better," he smiled. "I'll meet you upstairs."
"Okay," I smiled, turning back to my coffee and drinking it quickly. I noticed Lem staring at me. "What?" I laughed.
"You guys...are getting drinks?" he asked.
"Maybe," I shrugged. "If we solve the case."
"You'll solve it," he nodded. "You're good at what you do. Nah, you're the best at what you do. It's a given and you know that."
"Lem, what's going on?" I asked, following him through the kitchen.
"You tell me," he sighed, looking at the floor. "We've worked together for three years now and we've never gotten drinks."
"Yes, we have," I chuckled. "We go out all the time."
"Yeah, as a team." I crossed my arms. I didn't realize he'd be so upset. "How many cases have you and I closed together and we've never gotten drinks?" he asked quietly.
"A lot," I nodded. "You never asked me."
"Didn't realize I was the only one who could ask," he sighed. He walked out, brushing past me.
"Lem," I called, following him out. He just kept walking.
"Jimenez is here," Vic yelled to me as he walked up the stairs.
We walked into Aceveda's office. Jimenez was in front of the desk, already getting heated. Jimenez and Carlos wanted to release a sketch Jaime and the sketch artist worked on. Vic didn't want to. I agreed with Carlos that the public should see it.
Vic started walking and I followed. He pulled me aside. "What the hell was that?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" I scoffed, looking up at him.
"You were supposed to have my back in there," he scoffed. "Choosing an outsider over me?"
"He asked her out for drinks," Lem said. Neither of us knew he was sitting on the bench up there. "That's why."
"Jesus, that's not why, Curtis," I groaned. "You weren't even in there." He walked downstairs and I followed him. "Hey, talk to me, Lem."
"There's nothing to talk about." He went into the women's room. That was the only time I was glad the men's room was still broken. I followed him in, closing the door behind me. "What're you doing?"
"I want to talk to you," I sighed. "Please." He went into the middle stall.
"Talk then," he said. I closed my eyes, deciding to come out and say it.
"I like you, Curtis," I confessed. "A lot. I like you a lot. I'm still the new guy on the team. I don't want to cause waves and ask you out for a beer. That's why I wanted you to ask me. Because I would say 'yes' and that has a different outcome than asking."
He flushed the toilet and walked back out of the stall. He didn't say anything and just went to the sink to wash his hands. I scoffed, turning to the door. He grabbed my arm, pulling me into him. Cupping my cheeks, he pulled me into a heavy kiss. Dutch tried to open the door, but I put my hand on it to keep it closed. Lem pulled away from me.
"I just wanted to wash my hands before I did that," he smiled. I laughed and smiled, biting my bottom lip. "Wanna go get a drink after you close this case?"
"Yeah, I do," I nodded. "Should we extend Shane and Vic an invitation too?" I smirked as I watched his face.
"No," he said, shaking his head, squinting down at me. "Just us." He leaned down, kissing me again. He pulled the door open as his lips left mine. "Sorry, Dutch, it's all yours." He and I walked out, snickering quietly.
I bumped into Carlos as Lem went back to our room. I chuckled awkwardly as I looked up at him. Clearing my throat, I looked down at the floor.
"Carlos, I'm really sorry, but I can't get a drink with you tonight," I said.
"That's all right," he shook his head. "Like I said earlier, probably too soon."
"Something like that," I nodded. "I'm...really sorry." He shrugged it off.
"Rain check?" he asked, watching Vic walk to the door.
"Yeah, maybe." I smiled up at him. He knew that I meant 'no'. He nodded and followed Vic outside.
I walked slowly towards the door. Shane stepped over to me, walking beside me. He bumped my arm gently.
"Trouble in paradise?" he asked with a laugh.
"Nope," I smiled, thinking about Lem. "None at all."
Pairing:: Curtis 'Lem' Lemansky x Reader
Warnings:: swearing, sex worker, mentions of abuse, mentions of rape, mentions of murder
Gif not mine, credit to the owner
Connie told me to go talk to Vic Mackey if I had any problems. It had been a few months since she died. That was when my pimp started getting really pissed and violent towards me. I wanted out. Taking Connie's advice, I went to see Vic.
When I walked into the police station, I stuck out like a sore thumb. I just wasn't sure if it was from my revealing clothing or the black eye and broken nose I was sporting. The officer behind the desk wouldn't let me into where the detectives sat. I had to get in and find Vic.
A man and a woman walked in with a man in handcuffs. She pointed to the officer and he unlocked the door for her. The tall detective looked at me as I stared at his partner. I knew he wasn't Vic Mackey from the little Connie told me about him. He was on the Strike Team and didn't look like other detectives in suits.
"Got him?" he asked her, pushing the man in cuffs. She grabbed his arm and led him inside. "Can I help you?" he asked me. I watched his eyes look me up and down. He wasn't checking me out, I could tell.
"Um...I'm looking for Vic Mackey," I answered. I crossed my arms over my exposed stomach and shifted my weight between my feet. "Is he...is he here?" I asked. "I really need to see him."
"I think so." He nodded to the officer and the door unlocked. "You can wait in the Strike Team's room if he's not." He held the door open for me and said, "I'm Detective Wagenbach."
I smiled up at him. "I'm Sally." I walked in and looked around at all the detectives' desks in the big room. I saw his partner sit down at hers. He stepped in front of me and led the way to the room he was talking about.
I followed him over to a door on the other side of the big room. The door was labeled 'Strike Team Only! (that includes you, asshole!)'. Pushing it open, he looked around the room. It was a small room. Only a table in the center with four chairs around it and a couch on the other wall. There were a few lockers and filing cabinets on the outer walls.
"Well," he sighed. "I guess they're out. You can wait in here. I'm sure they'll be back soon." I nodded, stepping into the room. Plopping down on the couch, I leaned my head against the wall. "Do you want anything? Coffee?" he asked.
"No, I'm okay," I smiled. "Thank you."
He nodded and sighed, "I'll be out here if you need anything." Closing the door behind him, he walked out, leaving me alone in the room that smelled like a gym locker.
I fell asleep on the couch after waiting an hour. It was nice there, despite the smell. I felt safe, a feeling I didn't have for a long time. The door pushed open and I jumped awake. A blonde man bounced in, startled by me sitting there, like how he startled me.
He was really handsome. He was wearing green pants and a grey wife-beater tank top and an open plaid shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, clinging to his muscles. His badge was dangling around his neck and his gun was on his hip. I couldn't stop looking at him.
"What's up?" he asked, wondering why I was in there. I kept staring at him, trying to find the words I wanted to say.
When they finally hit me, I asked, "Are you Vic Mackey?" I stood up and got a better look at him. I was really hoping he was.
"No," he chuckled. "I'm Detective Lemansky. Vic's done for the day." He took a step farther into the room and closed the door behind him. "Is there something I can help you with?" he asked, leaning on the table.
"I dunno," I shrugged. "I'll just come back tomorrow, I guess."
"Wait," he sighed, grabbing my arm. "Hold on." I looked down at his hand on my arm. He must've noticed me looking because he let go quickly. "What's going on?" he asked.
I asked, "You'll help me?"
He chuckled, "I'll try my best to, yeah." He sat down on the couch and patted the seat beside him. "What's going on?" he asked.
I sat next to him and ran my hands over my legs anxiously. "My...my pimp..." I started, shaking my head.
"He hitting you?" he asked gently. I nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry," he sighed.
"Can you arrest him?" I whispered, looking at the floor.
"If you give me information on him running girls, I can," he stated.
I looked up at him, shaking my head. "I can't do that," I confessed. "I can't testify in court. I'd be dead. Can't you just arrest him on assault?" He was about to say something when I added, "Sexual assault."
He cleared his throat, shaking his head. "He sexually assaulted you?"
I nodded and crossed my arms. "He forced me to when I didn't earn enough. Told me if I didn't, he was going to kill me." He looked down at the floor, thinking about it. "Can't you arrest him for that?"
"Why do you want him arrested?" he asked.
"Because...I need an out...if he's off the streets, no one will know that I'm gone," I explained. "Couldn't you do that for me?" I stared up at him through my eyelashes.
He nodded, "I'll see what I can do. Just sit tight, for now, okay?" He stood up and went to his locker. "What's your pimp's name?" he asked.
"Ugly Boy," I answered. He laughed a little at the name. "It's not funny."
"Sorry," he muttered. "I'm gonna go see what I can find out, okay? Just hang here."
"Thank you, Detective," I smiled up at him.
"Lem," he smirked. I nodded, smiling a little wider. "I'll be right back."
He walked out and closed the door behind him. As I sat and waited, I started getting bored. I stood up and walked around the room. I looked at all the pictures and certificates and awards on the walls.
The door opened and I spun around. Lem walked in, shutting the door behind him. "See anything you like?" he asked as he sat down at the table.
"A few things," I nodded, sitting down across from him. "Did you find anything?" I asked.
"A few things," he sighed. "He was peddling H a few months back. Two strikes for aggravated assault, and breaking and entering. I sent out a warrant for his arrest."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Means that with your statement, we can charge him with pimping, selling drugs, sexual assault," he explained.
"Does that mean I have to testify?" I asked quietly.
"It does," he nodded. He reached out and touched my hand. "But nothing is going to happen to you. I promise you."
I had to think about what I wanted. Did I really want to get him arrested? Did I want to risk my life? I did. I wanted away from him. I looked down at his hand on top of mine. Nodding slowly, I gazed up at him.
"Okay," I whispered. "I'll do it." He smiled softly at me. I was beyond scared but his smile was so trusting.
He stood up and got the paperwork he needed for my statement. As we went through it all, I felt completely safe. I was telling him details of my life I didn't even like to think about. With everything I said, he would smile and then write it down, telling me it was okay. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.
The door behind him pushed open and a man stepped in. He was skinnier than Lem and his hair was darker. He was wearing dark jeans and a brown shirt and a brown leather jacket.
"What's going on?" he asked. He sounded Southern to me. "Everything good?"
"Yeah," Lem nodded. "Just taking a statement." He turned to me and said, "Sally, this is Detective Vendrell." I nodded and waved a little.
"Hi," he smirked. He looked me up and down a different way than the way Detective Wagenbach did. "You seen Ronnie?" he asked, still looking at me.
"No, not since Vic left," Lem answered, looking up at Detective Vendrell. "Why?"
"Nothin'," he sighed, sitting down between me and Lem. "Just had a...question for him." Lem nodded, looking back at me. "So...a statement? What's going on, darlin'?"
"I don't need your help, Shane," he said.
"I'm just asking a question." He leaned back in his chair and looked up at me. "Flipping on a pimp, I'm guessing?" I glanced over at Lem and nodded. "What'd he do? Take a few free blowjobs?"
"Shane, that's enough," Lem said. "I wanna finish up before the warrant comes back." Shane threw his hands up and gestured to the table for us to continue. "Have you ever seen him with drugs to sell or money from a drug deal?"
I nodded, "Yeah, a few times. I don't know where he got the heroin but he sells on the corner of Sunset and 5th street. We work on Sunset and 4th so he would keep an eye on us or send people our way."
"Did you ever see the exchange go down?" he asked me.
"Yeah, but I don't know any of the customers' names," I confessed. "Is that a problem?"
"No," he sighed, shaking his head. "As long as you saw it go down."
"You ever use any drugs?" Shane asked. "Coke, H, weed, oxy, crack?" I looked over at Lem, not sure if I should answer that.
"What're you doing?" he scoffed.
"Asking a question that should be answered." He looked over at me. "So, you ever use?"
"Um...once...or twice," I said, looking down. "I...I didn't want to. He shot it into my arm and then..." I shook my head.
"Then...?" he trailed.
"Do I have to say it?" I asked. Shane nodded and Lem looked down at the table. He nodded too, even though he already knew the answer. "He...raped me, multiple times." I started crying and I sniffled. "He, um, yeah, about six times total."
"So that was the only time you had drugs in your system?" Shane asked. I shook my head slowly. "What and when?"
"Shane, please, leave," Lem said.
"Why? I'm helping you," he scoffed.
"I don't want your help and you're making this harder than it needs to be," he explained. "So, go bother Dutch."
"Oh, I'm bothering you?" he laughed. Looking over at me, he asked, "Am I botherin' you, darlin'?"
That was when it hit me. I had seen him before. I was walking down the street when I heard Tracy in the alley. Looking down, I saw her pinned to the wall and him behind her, one hand on the back of her neck.
"We botherin' you, darlin'?" he chuckled over to me. I shook my head and kept walking. He didn't pay her when he was done and Ugly Boy beat her to death. Maybe if I did something or said something, I could've prevented her from being killed.
"Yeah," I nodded. "Just a little." I took a quivering breath and started crying a little. He scoffed and stood up, walking out. "Um...Lem?" I sighed. He nodded and looked over at me. "Something...else happened but I don't know if I should tell you."
"What do you mean?" he asked. "About Ugly Boy?" I nodded and then shook my head and then shrugged. "Which is it?" he chuckled.
"Can I tell you...off the record first?" He nodded, pushing the papers to the other side of the table. "One night, maybe six or seven months ago, Detective Vendrell and my friend Tracy were..." I gestured with my hand and he nodded. "And...he didn't pay. Ugly Boy killed Tracy because she didn't make enough money."
"Shit," he exhaled. "Okay." Tapping the table, he said, "If you testify that you watched him murder her after seeing her with an unknown John who didn't pay, that could work."
"Lie?" I asked. "Isn't that the opposite of testifying?"
He shrugged, "Not really. It happened and you're telling the truth. You're just leaving a pointless part out." I nodded, understanding what he was saying. "Want to add that to your statement?"
Most sexual assault cases end in a mistrial or the perp is out after two years and are able to do it again. Same thing with pimping and drug deals. Murder on the other hand, that could lead to life.
"Yeah," I nodded. "I do."
We finished up everything and he left. He and Shane went to find Ugly Boy and arrest him. I stayed out on the floor with Detective Wagenbach and his partner Detective Wyms. She was really nice to me; said that I reminded her a little of her daughter.
About an hour after leaving, they walked back in. I saw him in handcuffs in front of Lem and my heart dropped into my stomach. He looked over at me and started screaming, thrashing around.
"You bitch! You ratted!" he yelled. "I'll kill you for this! You worthless whore!"
"That's enough!" Lem shouted, shoving him into the cage made of chainlink fence. "Away from the fence!" Ugly Boy took a step back, still staring at me.
"It's okay, honey," Detective Wyms said, pulling me into a hug. I didn't even realize I was crying. "He's not going to touch you."
Lem walked back over to us. Detective Wyms let go of me and I fell into Lem. At first, he didn't know what to do. Then, he wrapped his arms around my back. I cried into him as he held me.
"C'mon, let's get you home," he whispered. We made our way over to the door and outside. It felt good to get some fresh air. It had been a long day. "Where's your car?" he asked.
"I don't have one," I sighed. "I took the bus."
"Wanna ride? My shift just ended," he offered.
"To be completely honest..." I chuckled. "I have nowhere to go. After today, I can't go home to the girls." I laughed even harder. "I'm screwed."
"I'll bring you to a hotel," he said.
"With what money?" I chuckled, starting to cry. "I shouldn't have done this."
"No, you did the right thing," he nodded. "I'll get you set up in a safe house. No one will know you're there." I looked down at the ground, shrugging. "Lemme go talk to my captain and I'll make it happen. Wanna come back in?"
"No," I sighed, shaking my head. "I've been in there too long today." He nodded and went back inside. I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and my lighter. With my shaking hands, I couldn't get it to light. Someone held out a flame from their own lighter. I accepted it and turned to look at Shane. "Thanks," I exhaled, leaning my head against the wall.
"What're you doing out here?" he asked.
"Waiting for Lem," I answered. "He's getting..." I looked up at him. Did I want him to know where I was going? "He left something in there," I lied.
"Typical Lem," he laughed. "Always forgetting something." I took a drag from his cigarette. "I'm glad we were able to help you today. Sorry if I made you upset."
"I appreciate it," I nodded.
"Which part?" he chuckled.
"You guys helping me," I answered. I wasn't going to accept his half-assed apology. Lem walked back outside. I dropped my cigarette on the ground and said, "Thanks for the light."
"Anytime," he nodded.
We walked over to Lem's car and he drove to the house. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I was scared and relieved and worried and free. When we got there, he walked me inside. I looked around the small house. It was better than any other place I lived.
"I'll be back in the morning," he sighed. "I may need you tomorrow to finish up a few things." I nodded and he walked over to the door. "Good night."
"Lem," I said, turning to him. "Is it okay if you stay? I don't want to be alone."
He smiled his gentle, sweet smile. "I wish I could," he whispered. I looked down at the floor, feeling more than embarrassed. "A patrol car's gonna stay posted down the street. So you won't be alone."
"Okay," I nodded. "Thank you...for everything."
"It was no problem," he smiled. "Good night."
"Yeah, good night." He turned and walked out the door. I stayed in the center of the room, looking around. The door pushed open and he came walking back in. Grabbing my cheeks, he pulled me into a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. "Maybe I can stay for a little bit without anyone knowing," he muttered.
