Blast From The Past

[Dr. J. Grayson]

She glared at him while speaking, "Thank you, yes send the men." Hanging up Julianna tossed her phone on the counter. Then turned to look up at him with a frustrated glare. "You might be willing to hold your arms out and yell 'come at me bro' while a desperate man aims for you head, but I am not willing to risk your life!" She had gotten attached to his caveman ways and while she more often then not was exasperated and annoyed with him, she wasn't ready to see him dead.

"I told you that I would help you be the one to arrest him, but I need you to not give him the chance to make you an easy target." She could not think clearly if she was trying to watch out for his every move. Anger she could understand, but not his need to make himself a target. "We don't want anyone sneaking up on us. I'm up here too. I don't want that sort of surprise." Besides, the call was already made.

[Derek Jackson]

"I'm not afraid of him!" Jackson stated stubbornly. "If I can draw him out, I'll get that jag off and he won't know what hit him." Apart from Jackson's fists repeatedly. The fact that she said she wasn't willing to risk his life though... no. He couldn't let himself think too deeply on that. He was supposed to be mad right now! MAD! "I'm not an easy target," he continued to argue, not wanting anyone, not even here, to think that. "I'm ready for him. So I hope he comes out of hiding and I'll give him what he deserves." He was ready to kill that man and the only reason he hadn't before... was because he been held back by all these other cops. She then pointed out that she was here too, and didn't want that kind of surprise.

"Then go home," he barked. Grabbing the phone he threw it on the counter right in front of her. "Call a damn cab like you always do," he added bitterly. He was angry. Angry that his father's killer was out of prison. Angry that she always took a cab home. Angry that she never stayed the night. Angry that he cared that she never stayed the night. Angry that he wanted her here when she wasn't. And angry that... he was becoming dependant on her in ways he didn't understand. Why should he even care that she always had to leave? He didn't even know how that factored in right now because she was here... but that didn't always mean she could stay. And why did he always want her to stay?

[Dr. J. Grayson]

"I don't want to leave you!" She snapped, and then looked down to gain her composure. "You've spent all this time making sure I don't . . . your words, do something stupid and get myself killed. Now it's my turn, Jackson. I'm not going to walk away from this, I am here and we can do this but you cannot go all caveman on me now."

He could not try to get himself killed. "I need you to be a cop more then you are being a son." Which was hard for anyone, but she hoped he understood what she meant. "I can't do this without you. I work better when you are there. When your not trying to get yourself killed. Don't make yourself a target. . . . and stop trying to push me out the door." Push her away.

[Derek Jackson]

She was using his words against him and that just made him madder. Though, a part of him, one he would never admit, was relieved that she didn't act on his words. That she said she didn't want to leave. To stop trying to push her out the door. She knew him better than most others... and that thought would normally unsettle him. But right now, he was relying on it. Even if that thought was so deeply inside of him that he would never let the words surface. She was making it sound like she needed him to be there to work better... but the reality was that he needed her to be there. More than just a profiler. And once again, he inwardly cursed at himself for getting this invested in someone. It was stupid of him. So incredibly stupid.

"I'm not gonna hide," he said stubbornly. He wasn't a coward. "So let's just find this bastard." He couldn't comment on the otherb stuff she said... not wanting her to pick up on anything that he was not ready to admit. As he was well aware of, she was real good at her job. And it was now that he was getting more cautious about it, since they were spending more time together and shit was getting real. "We didn't have a profiler on the case last time," he commented. "Pretty sure we'll catch him faster this time." And that was the closest he'd ever come to complimenting her skills.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

That just might the closest she ever would come to hearing him say anything good about her skills. "No one is asking you to hide. I'm only asking you use some caution while he is desperate and angry." He should know how angry men behaved. "So lets get to work, and catch this--b-bastard!" She was trying to ease his mind some, and lighten his mood so he would think better, but her attempt at sounding bad ass came up short when she almost didn't curse.

"That sounded smoother in my head." Closing her eyes, she laughed once at herself before picking up the pen again, and passing it too him. "Back to your map!" Because she knew after that he would have SOMETHING to say! Never once did he NOT! If he failed to say something she'd check for a pulse.

[Derek Jackson]

Using caution wasn't exactly something he exercised. Some said he was 'suicidal tendencies' but he knew he didn't. There was a difference between being suicidal and diving into a life threatening situation. It was when she cursed that he paused and looked at her. "Really?" He asked rhetorically. "That's the best you can do, Grayson?" He had to admit, it was a bit amusing to hear her try to curse, her voice having stammered as she was clearly unused to speaking like that. "Why don't you try that again, sounding a little less pathetic when you say the word." He was mocking her, because he enjoyed doing it and she seemed to do it as well as she laughed at herself. He continued to stare at her as she handed him the marker, and he took it.

He then began to mark down the station, his gym, coffee places he stopped at, and the bars he and the cops would ocasionaly go to when they were all off duty and decided to get together. "Those are the main place that are my routine." Which meant, if Monte was following him, he would pick up on those locations. After taking a moment, he also marked down his apartment on the map.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Julianna smiled at his teasing but shook her head no. She wasn't going to try again until she could not trip over the word. When she got mad, she didn't curse but fought within the rules. She used them to make sure her point was made. Case point--he never hung her bra in public again. When he got upset, he got violent, and mouthy. She needed him smart now, not angry and gunning for a quick ending that would take half of Starling City with it.

Reading over some more information, she tried to help him narrow some places down. "There are seven deadly sins--yours would be wrath, in case you're wondering. His, is pride. You can look at their most predominate trait and see their actions more clear. He never get his hand dirty, unless someone hurts his pride."

She looked at the map while talking but right now she was only getting him to think. "We've--well, you've--hurt his pride and standing with his men. To take it back, he is going to need to prove himself." Which is where he came in, because as she said before: he knew Monte best. "He will need to prove himself among his men before he can control them again. They might blindly follow him, but he will feel the need to prove something. What would he do?"

[Derek Jackson]

She had said something about seven deadly sins, and Jackson had no idea what they were. Well, now he knew two since she had said that his was wrath and Monte's was pride. "What's yours?" He asked, looking at her, wondering what the remaining 5 would be. And which one applied to her... if there was one that did. She then went on to talk about how he had hurt his pride, and that much was true. He was a gang leader; he had considered himself untouchable. He had killed a detective and thought he could get away with it but he had no idea who's father he had killed because Jackson had not stopped until the bastard had been put away. And now it was Monte's turn to come at him with a vengeance. Jackon thought for a moment (apparently he was capable of thinking after all) about her saying all she did, and then asking what Monte would do.

"He'd need to get his street cred back," Jackson began to explain. "He'd probably find out who left the gang after he was arrested, who ratted him out or he thought ratted him out... and kill them." Because he would need to reinstill that fear in those who were still affiliated with them. It was how any gang leader started off: creating fear to gain loyalty. "Probably their families too," he added. "He won't stay low key. His whole life was built around being a gang leader. He's not gonna let that go." He was going to try to get back in the game, only find better hiding spots this time around.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

"What's yours?" He asked and she looked down for a moment, "Oh, I am sure I am guilty of a number of them." Unlike him. He was angry, yes but the others didn't fit him. He wasn't greedy, or envious. He didn't strive for more, didn't overly show off. She on the other hand, while her sins were not as predominate as his, and Monte's; was guilty of most of them.

Letting herself be distracted with his explanation of Monte, she contained. "We should get a list of names, and watch them. If we can't find out where he is hiding it's only a matter of him before he shows up there--and I rather not give him the chance to kill any more fathers."

[Derek Jackson]

She didn't exactly answer his question, and he wasn't going to ask again. Maybe he would look up the others... maybe not. Interesting though that she said she was guilty of them. He wondered if controlled and overly logical were a few of the seven. She then spoke about the case, and he refocused his attention on that rather than thinking about sins and what not. "There's a few in his file," Jackson pointed out. "I'll find out more." From his informants; his eyes and ears on the street. They were an asset to any cop and he had quite a few. Besides, he knew this sort of thing wasn't going to be hush hush.

Everyone knew Monte was out, and everyone would assume Jackson would be working the case. It was her last words that made him pause for a second. "Don't say that," he said in a low, but serious voice. "Look, don't say it like that. I don't need to be reminded of that shit." That his father had been killed by him. He didn't want her to say anything to bring it up, whether it was intentional or not. He wasn't going to talk about his father, and he didn't want to be forced to just cause he was working this case with her.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

She'd hit a sore spot, and she could tell. Holding up her hands, in a silent reminder that she was backing off, not pressing, and not wanting to fight. Julianna lowered them from her surrender before going back to her paper work while he got men in place at what locations he could dig up.

Jackson wasn't one to deal with people well, and he hated talking about anything personal--be it personal for her or him. He rather deal with the now, rather then talk about what had happened or would happen in his life. Stay on the case. Impersonal. No emotions evolved. It was a reminder of their relationship. "I think we have enough to begin canvasing some of these locations. We just need some photos of him to show people. Something more current then my file has."

[Derek Jackson]

He was glad that she had dropped it, seeming to understand his need for it. He felt that same relief he had when he'd first told her about his father and she had not gone all emotional on him. Then again, she wasn't like that. Maybe that was part of the reason he was so... addicted to her. "We got his mugshot from the prison," he said, since they had to release the news that there was a fugitive on the loose. If it didn't hit the news yet, it would very soon. It seemed that they had talked all they could about this right now, until they could get out there on the field. Or well, at least he thought so.

"Guess we'll just start in the morning," he said, not wanting to waste a moment though knew that no one would be out at this time... especially if there was a cop around, and most of Monte's crew recognized Jackson. He paused for a moment, not looking at her as he questioned her plans. "Call a cab if you gotta go," he stated, sounding casual and indifferent. Deep deep down, he knew that wasn't what he wanted, for her to leave, but it was what she seemed to do almost every night. And he had yet to understand why. And even more so, had yet to understand why he cared so much.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He'd answered her question of what photo to use, but his next words gave her pause. Did he want her to leave? WS he kicking her out? She already had a babysitter so for tonight she was free...and he needed her. Reaching for his hand she gave it a tug, "Trust me," and she pulled him to the couch while leaving him there to sit in the middle. Walking back she picked up her phone and used her music app the find a song on YouTube. When the music started it was clear what she planned.

Walking back toward him, she stopped a few feet away, before reaching down to unzip her boots and slide them off one foot at a time. Julianna stepped forward until their knees touched and let her hips sway to the music. She wasn't a good dancer, but this was for him not for her. Reaching for the button of her jeans, she popped it open and wiggled them down. "Do you want me to call a cab?" She teased him, "Or can I stay?" For once.

Feeling rather self conscious she turned to keep swaying, moving while standing before him, and pulling her shift over her head, then look back at him. His face was enough of a reason to keep going. Not that he even had to look different, but she was fairly sure by this point that she had distracted him from the case. Reaching back she unclasped her bra, and dropped it to the floor, before exhaling for courage and turning to face him. Standing between his open knees, she reached for his hand, and moved them to the top of her underwear, a silent hint for him.

[Derek Jackson]

She reacted to his words in a rather unexpected way. She told him to trust her, lead him over to the couch and then started playing some music. He watched her began to take off her boots... and he felt himself entranced. He just stared at her, watching her every move. Watching the way her hips moved and the way she sensually removed her pants. It was safe to say that he had never seen this side to her before. And so, he was enjoying it immensely right now. She was asking him questions, teasing ones no doubt, and it took him a few moments before he was coherent enough to answer. "Hell if I'm letting you leave tonight," he managed to get out in a mumbled voice. He didn't care if she 'had' to leave later... he was keeping her here for the entirety of the night. When she turned around, he wanted to get up and turn her around... but he was rather enjoying the view from behind, his eyes fixated on the perfectly formed curves of her behind feeling that painful ache already growing. His tongue slightly ran over his lips, thinking of how badly he wanted her right now. More so when she removed her shirt. And thne her bra.

Finally, she turned to face him and had he not been so mesmerized, he would have leaped off the couch and had his way with her. But instead, she stepped toward him, standing between his open knees which practically welcomed her. When she put his hand on her underwear, he latched his finger on the top strap and pulled her closer to him. His eyes were not on her face, but on what was a bit lower than eye level to him, which was the region her underwear was still covering. He began to pull down the fabric that covered the last bit of her, watching the area reveal itself and when it did, he leaned forward and took her into his mouth, putting his teeth and tongue to work.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He pulled them down, but took it a step past what she had planned when he kissed her at the v of her legs. Gasping her hand went to the back of his head and she held onto him for a moment. Feeling herself getting wet, she forced herself to step back. "You always take control." She told him, "And while I have grown to really like it, this is not about me."

Moving to kneel between his knees, her hands moved to the buttons of his pants. "Remove your shirt." While she did the rest. Tugging both his jeans and boxers down, she moved back just enough to toss them to the side before leaning forward to kiss him. "It's my turn to kiss you, "She kissed his jaw, nipping her way down his neck, and lower. "And taste." And lower, "And lick." Until her lips touched his staff.

[Derek Jackson]

Before he could get anywhere with her, she stepped back and spoke of how he always took control. "Isn't that how you like it?" He teased, knowing that wasn't necessarily why he did it, but it was part of the reason. Which... made him realize just how much she was affecting him. More than anyone else had. She answered his question, and then spoke of how this wasn't about him. She reached for his pants, and undoing them, something that he usually did. She even told him to lift his shirt, and found himself liking this more demanding side of her... especially since he didn't see much of her. He did as told, for once since this wasn't something he really felt the need to argue, and removed his shirt, throwing it carelessly to the side.

Then she was kissing him, and it felt good, even more so when she began to move over his jaw, and tease his neck... moving down. And more down. Speaking while talking which gave him a hint as to what was to coming. But nothing actually prepared him for it. The second her lips touched him, he felt his body react with a slight jerk. Seeing her take off her clothes, and the sight of her exposed body often did enough to get him ready. This, was just to a whole new level. Because she had never done this before, and it filled him with strong anticipation to see if she actually would now.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Julianna started with little licks, before moving to take him into her lips. She liked to watch his face while she did this. Never before had she done a show like this, and never before had she ever taken anyone into her lips like she was doing to him now. It made her actions tentative while looking for signs that he was enjoying himself.

Her hands touched the inside of this thighs while bracing herself to continue quicker sot tease him up. Letting him go, she rose up just enough too kiss his lips, and slid her knees on each side of his hips, before reaching between them and guiding him home.

[Derek Jackson]

Feeling the sensation of her lips on him made Jackson feel way too much all at once. He leaned back against the couch, his hand going to the back of her head to press her closer and encourage her. Whatever she was doing to him, felt incredible. Knowing she had progressed from being shy when it came to this kind of stuff... to now this... well, he would gladly take credit for that. His mind wasn't thinking about any of that right now; in fact, it wasn't thinking at all. Every part of him was consumed with pleasure, his eyes closed, as he was letting out small groans and heavily breathing from what she was doing to him. He pressed her closer to him, needing her to keep going so he could get to that point, because right now... it wasn't up to him. He couldn't do anything to speeden the process. It was all up to her. But, he couldn't finish, because she didn't finish. She had been building it up, moving quicker... and then she let him go, causing him to breathlessly curse out loud, his tone filled with frustration, feeling that intense pain from not finding his release.

But she soon silenced him with her lips, and he returned the kiss, trying to let his mind clear from the haze of pleasure he had come so close to reaching the height of. It even took him a few more seconds to realize where she had him, and as soon as he did, he didn't waste another moment. He sat up more, leaning forward, as his hand went to her behind, pushing her against him as he thrust forward, pushing into her in one forceful motion. He was too close, and wasn't considering how far or worked up she was. He didn't even want to bother shifting positions. He kept her where she was, moving in strong, quick motions, getting deeper and deeper inside of her, his pace so fast and determined that it didn't take long for him to finally spill himself in her. And when he did, he felt that familiar wave of ecstasty wash through every ounce of his body, which only made him lean back against the couch and close his eyes one more, still gripping her behind, while his other hand went to her center to feel signs of her enjoyment, before bringing his finger to his lips to taste her, just as she had tasted him.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Gasping, Julianna grabbed his shoulders and held onto him. She had been planning on setting the pace but he was right when he claimed she loved this. She did. She loved it when he took control from her, and held her down. It made everything seem stronger and better then ever before. "Jaccckon!" She gasped out into his ear as she pushed her harder.

She had not been as close as him, but the pressure in her and made climb so close, and it took only seconds after he finished for her to fall over that same cliff! Breathing heavy, she tucked her body into his, resting her head on his shoulder as she fought for some sort of breath. "You might be right," She teased him quietly. Right as in when he said she loved this.

[Derek Jackson]

She was resting on top of him and he kept his eyes close, keeping the taste of her in his mouth, and holding on to the pleasurable feelings coursing through his body. He wasn't the cuddling type after this sort of thing... but he was starting to get used to the feeling of her resting on top of him or close to him in the aftermath of their actions... and he found himself liking it. Even if he would never initiate it. Or admit that he liked it. He knew that was a sign that this was all getting too serious. Actually enjoying this kind of companionship... it was a thought that he often pushed to the back of his mind, not wanting her to pick up on how he felt since she was damn good at her job. Although, he was aware that a part of her already may have picked up on it... because she was still with him.

He heard her say something about how he was right and it was enough to peak his curiousity. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. One hand fell between them, all too casually resting between her legs without actually moving or doing anything other than just staying there. He just wanted to touch her wherever he could, enjoying how she felt whether it be inside of her, or under his hands. "About what?" He asked referring to her words, unsure what she was thinking when she had said them.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Her hands ran up his sides and around his neck, as she used her grip there to help her rock forward and up to whisper in his ear, "That I like it that way." With him being controlling and trying to take that control from her. It made her feel alive, and special--even though she knew the later wasn't completely true. He might like her more then the others right now, but it wasn't beyond 'hating her less' then the other people.

"Though I do have one small complaint." Kissing his ear, she whispered, "I do miss a soft bed." And he rarely got her to one. Tonight she was aiming to get their however, because they both need to drift all to sleep afterwards so that he could get some rest before going hunting. Without rest, he might make a mistake. "Take me to bed, and remind me what I like."

[Derek Jackson]

He smirked when she answered her question, admitting that she liked it that way and he knew exactly what she was talking about. "I'm gonna remember that," he told her, or warned perhaps. When he had first been with her, the manner in which he took her was to relinquish that control she always held on to. He had knew then that she liked it, but to hear it in formed words rather than just hear it in her involuntary sounds and reactions from her body... actually gave something he could tease her with in the future.

She then made her 'complaint' which only kept the smirk on his face. Part of him wanted to take her somewhere else just to purposely go against what she wanted, for the pure fun of it. But, she made it sound so tempting. Besides, they would have more space on the bed... not that that had ever been an issue between them, except maybe when they were in his car that time, and he had to take her outside. Feeling his need for her again already, he turned to lie over her for a moment, kissing her deeply, as the thought of being with her again filled his body. "Get up then," he told her as he pulled away from her lips. He rose to his feet, watching her, that same smirk on his expression, seeing how long it would take her to start moving. He never carried her but if she took too long, he would have to take action because he wasn't going to wait.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He wanted her to walk? Really? Julianna pushed to sit up, feeling rather pleased with herself at the moment, and watched him as she tried to settled the shaking in her knees. "I am not sure I can walk without assistance." Because after wards her legs always shook and trembled from the force of the physical feelings.

Holding up her hand, she meant for him to help her up, so that she could lean on him to walk. Because if you think about it, he did this to her, so he should up her. Though she expected him to be amused and make her do it herself. "Help me up." So she could baby deer walk there while he mocked it.

[Derek Jackson]

He looked at her as she said she wouldn't be able to get up without help... and then told him to help her up. The fact that she was telling him to do something, made him want to do the exact opposite. In that way, like many others, Jackson acted like a child. "You're the one who wanted to move," he reminded her, since she had told him to take her to bed. "I was fine staying right here." On the couch. Though there was more space on the bed, but hell, when had that ever stopped him before.

So he didn't take her hand her help her up. As he previously established, he would have to help her move if she took too long, since he doubted he could be that patient... but he was going to tease, or mock rather, her, just for a little while longer. "Come on. Show me how bad you want a bed," he said, taking a small step back from her. Probably not as bad as he wanted her, but that wasn't what the immediate focus was... even though it was always foremost on Jackson's mind.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He was always so mean to her, but in this way (this playful mean), she found herself rather enjoying it. It was as playful as Jackson got, and she could not stop smiling. She did that. Smiled more. Laughed more. Around him there was so much that she found she was missing in life, and suddenly there was so much more she wanted.

Even now her insults came out with glee. "You're such a caveman!" Her legs were always shaken after he took her to that wonderfully blissful place. She could walk, but nor did she plan on giving him more of a show then she already had. "Stop looking so amused at your handy work, and help me. Besides, the sooner you get me to bed, the sooner you can do it again." Rewards for many animals, and she was willing to bet it might work for him too. "Please."