Volatile

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He climbed up slowly, while telling her get over her anger. Called her the child! "No, I'm not mad. I know how to let things go, and not let my emotions control me!" Which almost sounded like a lie because her annoyance came out more at the end of her words. She looked around, and tried to figure out how to get down without getting too close to him.

There didn't seem to be a way. "I am just asking for some time to think, so be an adult and go do something else while I work in silence." Which helped her think and adjust to things. She wasn't ready for him to be this close again! "This is a one person ladder! You're breaking the rules!" Her last ditch effort to get him down, though the moment she spoke them she knew it was a mistake.

[Derek Jackson]

Blah blah blah, he wasn't listening to her words. Though he almost laughed when she said that he was breaking the rules. She'd known him for how long? "You're a really crappy profiler if you think I give a damn about breaking the rules." Wasn't she supposed to be able to read him? Know his life story? Know his likes? Dislikes? Hobbies? All that crap that he hadn't believed in. Although... having worked with for these past few months, he saw the results. Her technique was solid. Even if he would never admit it to her.

Her words encouraged him to close any distance they could not possibly have. The steps on the ladder were thick enough for him to join her on, so he climbed up to stand on the same step as her, their bodies now pressed together in order for them to both fit, and their faces were not that far apart either. The ladder was stable for now... but he wasn't concerned with the risk. He took her hands in eiether of his, and placed them on the rail so that she could hold onto it, and his hands remained over hers. She had said this was a one person ladder did she? "Guess I proved that wrong."

[Dr. J. Grayson]

She wasn't a bad profiler, but the more time she spent with him, the less she read the details and the more she just saw a person. The fact that she was getting to know him meant that she not longer had the emotionless view of his behavior and instead of reading him, she reacted as a human--or in this case reacted to the fact that he was a man whispering deeply in her ear and she was a woman.

And she liked it. "Get down, please." She told more then asked, but didn't move her hands from under his because she knew if she did then it meant she would have to turn to face him. That was not ready for either. "We are work. You can't do this here." Or anywhere, but more so not here.

[Derek Jackson]

He was rather amused with her attempting to tell him what to do. Because the more she did, the more determined he was to do the exact oppposite. She then added in that they couldn't do 'this' here because they were at work. "Do what?" He asked, pretending that he had no idea what she was talking about... suggesting that what she thought were things that had not even occured to him.

But they had. Since he was facing her and she was facing him... he could see her expression, and wanted to try and make it less guarded. Like he had done last nigiht. His hands released hers only to move to the pants of hre suit and began to unfasten them. "This?" He asked while undoing them. "Or, this?" He further teased as he began to pulll them down a bit so they rested at her lower thighs. Besides, he only needed the upper half of her lower body.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

His hand went to her pants, and she moved one of her hands to try to stop him, but it didn't work. Her other hand held onto the ladder because she feared she might fall. "Stop," She whispered, but her tone was breathless and gave away exactly what she was feeling. "Someone could walk in and see." Even though they were at the back, and tucked into a little corner.

"Or the cameras." She looked around, and then again. What sort of low budget place didn't have cameras to stop people from stealing things, or taking advantage of people. Looking around again, she looked back toward the door, and then turned to look at him. What was he doing to her! All her rules! He enjoyed making her break them! Jackson was dangerous in more then one way. He was volatile, but also dangerous to her.

[Derek Jackson]

She told him to stop, but the way she said it contradicted the actual meaning of her words. He knew enough about her to know that her tone would have been different if there wasn't an ounce of her that was alreaday starting to feel things like she had last night. Even if she tried to use excuses to deter him from contiuning. "Now, I'm no fancy ass profiler," he began to say as he casually undid the button to her blazer, pulling it off and tossing it all the way to the floor. "But I think that the only thing you're actually worried about, is losing that control again." It wasn't about the fact that they were at work or that there could be cameras.

While that could be a part of it, he knew it wasn't the reason she was keeping her distance from him. "And that the only reason you're telling me to stop, is cause you want this," he continued as he latched his finger in the strap of her underwear and began to pull it down. He moved her so that her back was pressed against the metal shelves that held all the boxes of files. The shelves were massive and thus sturdy enough to handle a bit of pressure. He then changed his footing so that he could stand in front of her, having to widen his stance a little, but he was now in his desired position in front of her, pressing the front of his body against hers. He leaned forward to her ear as he spoke his next words. "How'd I do?" He teased, in terms of his 'profiling'.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He moved her so that her back was to the shelves, and she grabbed onto them for balance while eh tried his hand at profiling her. While the more she knew someone one on one the harder it was to noticed the details that she could fine them with--for a cop like it it seemed to work the other way. Which she would never admit too.

How did he do? Julianna looked behind her, through the shelves and toward the door once more, before looking back at him. "I like you better when you don't talk." She told him, before reaching up to pull his face down to her's and stop him from saying anything else. While she still felt on edge, and nervous about being caught, she couldn't fight this.

[Derek Jackson]

He would have had said, or done something, in response to her words... but she seemed to take care of that for them both. The second she kissed him, he deepened it. He felt rather cocky at the moment. While he had been determined to make her want this... he was rather proud that he had done one better and made her kiss him. He didn't plan to let her forget that. As his mouth moved against hers, his hands lowered to the fastening of his own pants, quickly undoing them. He was completely ready for her and needed to ease this intensely growing ache inside his body. He pulled his pants down just enough to free himself. He slightly lifted her up, though couldn't get her to wrap her legs around him for further grip, since she was wearing pants. No bother. He could still make this work. So long as she kicked them off herself.

He had her lifted up at the perfect angle to finally push into her, pressing her harder against the metal shelves behind her. He wasn't thinking about how the edge of them could possibly hurt her when they dug into her. A little pain mixed with the pleasure could always make it more enjoyable. He pushed into her again, harder and deeper. He created a steady rhythm, each thrust becoming more forceful. With her feet no longer touching the step on the ladder, he had more room to stand to better brace himself. His lips moved from hers and he buried his head against her neck. He didn't pull his lips from hers due to any lacking desire of wanting to kiss her. He just wanted to hear her. To let any sounds she could make echo through the large aisles, not even caring if anyone else was in here. Let's see how much she worried about doing this at work now.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Julianna felt her pants drop down to the floor, fully off the ladder, as he pushed into her with no build up or warning. Apparently the banter was enough to make him feel ready. As it was, his whispering and touching was what had done it to her. His controlling, dominating presence.

Lifting her legs up, she wrapped them around his waist while trying to hold in any sounds. One hand wen tot he back of his head as she pressed him closer, and the other covered her lips to hold in the moan and slightly high pitch cry from the way the building tightness was growing too fast.

[Derek Jackson]

He heard slightly muted sounds and it was enough to make him move his head back for a second to look at her. She was using her hand to cover her mouth and silence any sounds that may have otherwise come out. Well that was no fun. He wanted to hear her as if to further prove how her wants could easily dominate her rationality. So with that determined thought, he moved her hand from her mouth and held it against the shelf, using his strength to keep it there so thats he couldn't get free of his hold. It was as if in that moment he remembered that she had two hands.

So before she could use the other, he took his other hand and pressed it against the shelf as well, both hands now on either side of her head and unable to be used. Having no available hands to help keep her body up she would have to use her own leg strength to keep herself securely wrapped around him. He gave her a slightly devious smile before moving his head so that she could not kiss him, and instead, pressed his lips against the side of her head while his lower body continued with purposeful and powerful movements.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He pulled her hand away, and Julianna pulled at it, needing to stop from making any sounds. He even beat her to using her other hand by pulling it away from him as well! She whimpered from the attempt to hold in the sounds, but it had been so longer since she had felt anyone touch her like this.

"Please," She whispered, trying to pull her hands to her, but Jackson never let them move an inch. She grew louder, and held her breath for a few moments to attempt to keep in the sounds. But as she felt herself go over the edge, and the bliss rush up on her, she cried out. Not as loud as the night before, but more then she had intended.

[Derek Jackson]

He could feel her hands trying to free themselves which only made him keep a firmer grip. And her pleading only made him push harder and faster into her. He could feel himself getting close and when he did, let out a heavy groan of extreme pleasure as his body began to relax a little, though he didn't quite yet move his position. He had not failed to hear her which made him successful in his attempt to force her to make a sound. Once again, he was rather pleased with himself.

He finally pulled out of her and released her hands so that he could do up his pants, rather amused with the fact that her clothes had mostly fallen to the floor. If he was more of a gentleman, he would have offered to get them for her. He moved his head forward, his lips hovering near hers as they titled upwards into a smug smile. "See you at the office then," he said, going along with her earlier words of how she would 'meet' him there. With that, he quickly moved down the ladder and onto the ground. He looked up at her, gave a small wink, and then exited the room.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Breathing heavy, Julianna slowly came down from the high, and began to realize what she had allowed to happen! He had not even let her pretend to try and be quiet! "You caveman!" She hissed at his retreating back after he left her here to deal with the aftermath!

Once she had climbed down and quickly dressed and she ran to the ladies before seeking him out in the office. Pushing the door shut she glared at him. "This cannot keep happening!" She was not someone he could toy with! This might mean nothing to him but it did to her. "No more. Especially at work!"

[Derek Jackson]

As he said he would be, he went to her office and waited there. He was seated in the chair on the other side of the desk, not hers, but he had his feet propped up on the table, leaning back in his chair. He looked at the door when she came in, rather surprised that she had come so quickly. She then stated that this could not keep happening, especially at work. He smirked at her words, and didn't take them remotely seriously. "Funny. Since that's not what I seem to remember about how you felt." Her feelings in the record room had been quite different when it came to not allowing things to happen here. He knew he had provoked her, and encouraged her, but that was irrelevant at the moment.

Now was the time he was going to use her actions, sounds, and bodily reactions against her. He rose to his feet and stood in front of her. "I remember you wanting it, even begging for it." With her pleading and wetness. "So you're really gonna stand there and tell me you aren't gonna let it happen again?" She might try but he wouldn't accept that. He was having too much fun with her. "Good luck with that." Sarcasm. "Cause I'm pretty sure you can't help it." She hadn't been able to in the record room, and next time, he would make sure she wouldn't be able to then either... or any other time really. Because despite her 'orders', he had no intention of stopping.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He spoke of how he didn't believe her, and even reminded her she begged. It was a direct hit to her self esteem, and she wanted to take a step wards and run. Hide away. It was hard to hold her emotions when he was like this. Picking away at her soul.

Reaching out she knocked his feet off the desk, before picking p her laptop and turning to walk out. Julianna picked a empty spot near a large group of people, and sat down to work. She would avoid him while emotional. That was going to be a new rule. She was also going to buy mace and ruin his day the next time he tried to touch her.

No matter how much she liked it, and how much she thought about it all last night. It could not happen. He worked with her, she learned her lesson about that before. Then there was Gabby. She couldn't begin something with him. He was good for children and she had to think on that first.

[Derek Jackson]

She didn't say anything. Instead, she picked up her laptop and wordlessly left the room. That was still amusing in itself. Meant he was still getting to her, which he was rather enjoying doing. Though at the moment, it seemed that she wanted to work quietly. He wasn't going to respect what she wanted... but rather, he was going to take advantage of the fact that he wouldn't have to sit there and listen to all her crap about what she did, or even just sit there bored while she typed a few things on the computer. He could find a better use of his time. If only his Chief would let him work another case while she was deciding whether she should work today or not.

Exiting the office, he almost immediately saw her, sitting in a little corner as she worked. Smirking, he walked up to her, pulled out her bra and underwear that she had left at his place last night. He dangled the bra in front of her, not paying attention to see if anyone was looking. He was after all doing this in a public place. "You left this at my place last night," he told her smugly. He kept a strong grip on one of the straps, incase she attempted to end his teasing game too soon. Once again, he felt rather amused by his actions, because he knew that she would not be.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

An omnibus shadow fell over her, and Julianna look up only for her look to turn into a glare. Her glare turned to one of panic when he held out her underthings! "You left this at my place last night," Reaching up she tried to pull them away but he was holding them tight. A glace around told her that no was looking at the moment thanks to a new bulletin about a local happening, and she took the moment to try to pull harder. "Stop!" She hissed!

Reaching with one hand to the desk, she grabbed the stapler, and used the end to hit his hand, and make him let go! Once she had her underthings from him, she pulled them onto her laptop and shut it as best as she could, before picking them both up and throwing the stapler at his head--which got attention to them, but she was again storming away.

Turning back to him, she walked up to him and spoke in a low voice, "I need to speak to you out side, NOW." Not giving him a moment to reply she marched to her office, and dropped her laptop off, while tucking her underthings into her coat. Pulling the coat on she marched outside, and over to a No Smoking area so she could be alone enough to yell at him!

[Derek Jackson]

Hearing her tell him to stop only encouraged him to do the exact opposite. Unable to get the article of clothing free from his clutch, she resorted to using a weapon. She began to smack him with a stapler, and he eventually, released his hold on the items, which she quickly grabbed and concealed. She even went a step further and threw the stapler at his head which caused him to freeze from the surprise of it. And then came his favorite part: she asked to speak to him outisde. He stood there, looking around to see a few eyes on them.

"Women," he mumbled. Rather intrigued to see what she wanted to 'talk' about, he went outside and saw her in an isolate place, with no one else around. He had debated not going because she had told him to. But then he realized he wanted to bask in the aftermath and see her immediate reaction after doing what he just had. "You needed something?" He asked, picking out a particular word she used and giving it a suggestive meaning.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Hearing him walk up, she turned to glare at him while fighting to hold in that emotion which was both anger, embarrassment, and humiliation! She had the feeling she was failing at the moment to completely hide what she was feeling, and she hated that, and him for it! "I don't know why you are bitter and angry at the world, or why you need the need to bully me, but it ends here. I've put up with it for months, but no longer! That-" She pointed to the building, "-crossed a line that I will not ignore!"

"You might be content to ride out your family's name while burning whatever reputation it once had to the ground but you will NOT take me with you!" She stepped forward, feeling the anger over riding them other two emotions she had been feeling. "This is my job, and you might hate yours but I love mine!"

She lied what she did, and loved that she was good enough to have her pick of places she wanted to work. Grayson was a building name with in the FBI and she not only did her job here but consulted on other cases constantly. The down side was that it was hard enough to make some people with some mind set take her seriously, and the fact that she was a woman was also a hindrance in this field. Him doing stunts like that not only lessened her standing with the men around him, but made her doubt in the man who was suppose to keep her alive!

The upside of being who she was meant she had built some very powerful connections, and the people she had impressed with in the political world sought to do her favors in hopes that one day they could ask their own. "I'm sorry you are displeased with how I wanted or needed to handle whatever happened between us. However if you do anything like that in there again, I will use everything in my power to have you fired within the day." On this she was not joking, and for once was very willing to carry out her threat. "I will not be humiliated before men who already judge me, by the man I trusted enough to drop my guard around!"

[Derek Jackson]

She was mad, that much was clear. She was questioning his bitterness and... saying a lot of other stuff that Jackson was forced to listen to. Truth be told, seeing her this angry and heated was turning him on. But then she started threatening him, saying that she would do whatever it took to fire him. He scoffed, a smirk forming on his face as he looked off to the side for a moment. Despite his reaction... he believed her. Something about the way she said it, made him believe and he was not going to let her be the one who ruined his career. He turned back to look at her, his expression less amused as he felt angry and annoyed that she had that sort of power over him. "I don't hate by job," he began to say. "I hate that I became a damn babysitter. So while you're having fun doing your job, I gotta follow you around like a bitch, and make sure you don't do something stupid to get your head blown off." Since she had been shot at the head before, which had prompted him to come in.

"So why don't you do us both a favor and use whatever powers and connections you got to get me off of this assignment." Surely if she could get him fired, she could get his off this too. "Then we can both go our separate ways and don't have to deal with this bull shit anymore." He paused for a moment, something else she had said striking a nerve. He took a step toward her, now standing directly in front of her, practically towering over her. "And let's get something else clear. Don't ever mention my family." When he thought of his family, he thought of his father. And no one ever talked about his fahter. "You don't know me, so don't act like you do." She might, with all her profiler crap... but he wasn't going to stand for it. Whatever happened between them before... he just felt anger right now. Anger that she was threatening his job; anger that she had the power to make good on the threat. He was just... angry.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

"Just to be clear, I never ask for you! So stop taking it out on me!" Because she was growing tired of the game they played. He got angry, she got hurt then angry! "I thought we were getting along, and then . . . . now everything has changed." She hated it, but was too fed up with this to regret anything.

"I will speak to my supervisor to ask for a favor, and formally request another partner. Until then . . . please just leave me alone." She hated asking for things, but nor could she deal with this. His hate. His anger. How he went from caveman to human to bullying caveman in seconds.

She moved to walk away but stopped, and turned to look back at him. "And you were not assigned to me because they wanted to make you someone's bitch. They did it because you were the best. And i might have hated it in the beginning, but I never doubted that you'd not protect me in everyday . . . until today."

[Derek Jackson]

She walked away, saying that she would ask her supervisor for a favor and then pointed out that he had been assigned to this because he was good. That gave him no comfort whatsoever. It just annoyed him that he had been punished because he was good. At the same time, they had been working together for months and part of him... no. He was going to hope that he got out of this and that he could put on the uniform again and go back to being an actual cop. Not a babysitter. After she was out of sight, he went straight to the gym, needing to get his agressions out.

He spent a few hours there before his Chief called him in and when he did, he gave him the news that he was off the assignment and back on the streets. Jackson didn't react to this. He didn't know how he felt. He was going to go with how he should feel, and that was relieved and ready to get back to work. Part of him, the part that would never admit it, would miss teasing her, mocking her..... maybe even spending time with her? His mind denied all this, not letting himself get emotional. This was why he didn't form strong bonds with others; this was why he never had a partner. Because people came with too much baggage, and he wasn't going to deal with that. So the rest of his day was spent as a regular cop. Driving around, doing some patrols... doing what a police officer should be doing.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

The FBI was more then willing to give her a different partner, since there was many officers there that were working toward being able to apply tot he FBI later on. She had a new one, rather quickly. This was a nice man who was very willing to believe everything she said. He didn't fight back, didn't make her think more, and wanted to know how she knew every detail.

It meant she spent more time trying to answer his questions then working. It was also boring. Damn the man! She missed his banter (when he as not trying to hurt her). They had been getting along! She missed the feeling of being challenged without his over taking her. And over the next few nights she came to realize she missed his touched too.

Julianna had been doing some consulting this week, which meant that Jackson would have been more annoyed then normal. Desk work. However, on the third day she needed to go and look at some things for a case she was working on, and that meant she was back in the field. Picking up her coat, she walked with Officer Flynt toward the cars out front, and lost track of what he was saying when they passed Jackson. Climbing into the passenger seat, she watched him until he was out of sight.

[Derek Jackson]

Things had felt normal. Normal as they could be. Though, he felt angry. Angrier than usual anyway. He didn't know if it was the fact that she had done something to get him off the assignment thus showing the connections she had when he had been unable to do so. Or if it was because he didn't want to admit that he actually missed the job; going along with her, arguing with her... physically being with her. She had become almost like a partner, since he had not seen anyone so consistently and spent so much time with someone, as he had with her. Months. It had been months.

He did see her one day, and forced himself not to stare at her or the pansy offer Flynt that had got assigned to protect her. Idiot. He couldn't help but think if he had actually asked her out... and then cursed himself for even caring about a damn stupid thing. He got into his car, practically ignoring the both of them, and went off to do some patrolling. His built up anger tended to come out on the field, when he was chasing someone down and giving them a few more punches than needed, or when he had a short fuse when interacting with other cops. He felt more on edge and bothered by everything. But soon enough, he was returning to his normal self... which could be both considered a good or bad thing.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

She could hear the radio in the car, as the dispatch called for backup to their location. It had been a simple walk through. Flynt had gone in to clear the building, she had waited in the car. He had came out surprisingly quickly and said it was empty. Going in, they had walked around the first few rooms, while she took notes and photos; until some men who had been hiding got edgy and opened fire.

Julianna had ducked behind the couch, and Flynt who had been before it, assumed she had fled to the door, and backed out to track her down and get her out. Once the men had stopped shooting, and a few had followed Flynt she pushed from the floor, and moved out the window. However the fire escaped offered no real cover, as she moved down the four floors.

Most the bullets had bounced off the iron, but when she got to the sidewalk, and ran to put the car between her and the guns, one of the bullets hit her arm. It took ten minutes after that for backup, and SWAT.

Three hours later, she was standing in the ER, her arm in a sling. It had only grazed her, but it took eight stitches to close up the gash. She felt so many things in that moment, watching all the officers move around. This job wasn't supposed to be dangerous. She was an observer. She worked from an office, and only went into crime scenes after they were over. This was her second close call, and it made her realize all the more that she could not take these risk. Gabby. She had to be safe for Gabby.

Julianna was also feeling almost numb, while thinking these things. Or maybe she was just feeling too much. Afraid, unsure, off center. She was kenly aware in this moment how alone she was in her life. No one came running to make sure she was alright. No one was there to comfort her when she got home. She was, as she had been since she was eight, the only one in her life.