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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 14, 2014 21:42:47 GMT -6
Oh crap. She was asking him 2 things about himself after she had answered his own question and shared a couple things about her... pretty personal things too. He didn't have anything like that. At least he didn't think so anyway. "I like steak. And I like being a cop." There. That was two things. That should count. The waiter came to take their order and Jackson waited for Julianna to give hers, before he did the same.
He refrained from ordering a beer, in case she wasn't comfortable with that sort of thing. He was trying to keep track of what she was and wasn't cool with. Seeing as how she wasn't getting anything with alochol, he could survive the night without it as well. The waiter left and Jackson's mind went back to their conversation. "What else you got that I don't know?" He asked, turning the conversation back on her. It was easier to listen than to talk... and he would have to wait and see how long he could get away with that. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 14, 2014 21:49:19 GMT -6
His answers weren't exactly what she was looking for but she could return in kind. So after giving her order to the waitress, she look back at him and smiled softly, "I like my job, and I like streak too." They were as simple as she could get, while still being honest, and still holding to her deal she made him.
"I want to get to know you Jackson, as someone more then the hot cop." She was trying to tease him to make her relax. "You don't have to treat this as an interrogation. Just be yourself. I know you drink, I don't care as long as it's not around Gabby. I know you don't like talking about yourself but I'm not asking for your darkest secrets. Just something to help me know you better."
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 14, 2014 21:59:37 GMT -6
 She gave him the same statement he gave her, and then went on to tell him what she already knew... and that she wanted to know more. It didn't really surprise him that she knew that stuff. She tended to pay more attention to things, and he knew it wasn't just cause she was a profiler. He ran his hand over his head, thinking on what she had said... and still unsure as to what she wanted to know about him when there wasn't a hell of a lot to know. She knew the basics. Wasn't that important enough?
"I think it'd be easier if it was like an interrogation," he said, only half kidding. Because in an interrogation, the accused had to answer direct questions; the conversation was being led by the interrogater. Something similar here could help... but of course with less intense circumstances. "Why don't you ask a question, and I'll try to answer." That seemed a bit better. Usually he changed the subject when she asked him things, but if they were going to have a conversation... then he could at least try to give a response. "And nothin' about what happened yesterday," he added, not want to have a conversation about him getting shot again. He wanted her to let that go, cause it wasn't important. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 14, 2014 22:06:20 GMT -6
Julianna laughed when he joked (she hoped) about the interrogation. "I bet." She teased, but he went on to just tell her to ask something, but nothing about yesterday. Why? It was his reluctance to talk about it that made her want to know more. Yet he seemed to REALLY not want to talk about anything to do with getting shot.
"You know how I tell you not to touch something, and you go out of your way to touch things?" She reminded him. "Well, telling a profile not to ask about something means they will go out of their way to ask it." She was teasing, but she meant it. Thinking for a moment, she decided to start small. "Why did you pick that old car? You could have something new, surely."
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 14, 2014 23:15:13 GMT -6
He smirked when she compared telling a profiler not to ask about something, to his own need to do something that he was strictly told not to do. He didn't know if that meant she was going to eventually ask about his wound or not... but for now, she was asking about his car. Referring to it as an 'old car'. "I'm no expert on first dates... but I don't think insulting a guy's car is a good start," he teased her, not genuinely offended by her statement. He remained silent, knowing that he had told her to ask her a question and he would answer it. If he evaded the answer, then he wasn't sure they could progress much. He had to put something in it as well.
"Belonged to my dad," he told her, keeping any emotion out of his voice. Talking about his father was not something he did often. Something he hated doing. "Gave it to me when I joined the academy." And shortly after, his father had been promoted to detective. He and his father had worked on that car a lot together, and as Jackson had gotten older, he had given it a great deal of attention... so his father gifted it to him. "Don't want somethin' new," he told her plainly. He knew it wasn't your average cop car... but he used the department's car anyway when he was on duty. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 14, 2014 23:38:26 GMT -6
Julianna heard him talk about his Dad and smiled softly in hopes it would encourage him. She wanted him to keep going even while knowing he would not. The car held meaning for him. While it didn't hold the best memories from her at times, knowing it did for him, made her see why the car was still around. Why he had not traded it in for something fast or troublesome like himself.
"I wasn't strictly insulting the car, just commenting on its age." She teased, "Besides, while I might not know much, does age on a car not make it better? A classic?" Even she knew that little bit, so maybe that would make up for her question. "Is it not good and manly to have a big old car?"
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 15, 2014 0:04:51 GMT -6
She was talking about cars being old, good and manly and it almost sounded like she was taunting the idea... mocking him in a way. And he was surprisingly amused by it. "It's all about how you say it," he began to tell her. Though he knew he wasn't telling her anything new. "You should know that. Isn't it a part of your job?" He questioned rhetorically. "So you don't say it's an 'old car'... you stick with the world classic." Which is what it was, and a word she had just used to describe it's age. Rather than old which sounded... less impressive.
"Alright, I think that's enough 'bout me," he told her, realizing that they had spent enough time on the topic of his car. While he loved it, he wasn't used to getting in deep conversations about it... especially with women. "Your turn," he told her, leaning back in his seat as he waited expectantly for her to tell him something new about herself. And he even found himself looking forward to hearing what that something could be. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 15, 2014 0:17:06 GMT -6
About how she said it. Duly noted. Classic not old. Maybe she would describe herself that way from now own. She wasn't old, she was classic. He pulled her from her own thoughts when he wanted something about her. Ok, he'd earned it. It needed to be something good. Something he didn't know.
She watched his face for a moment before admitting to her shameful secret. "I don't know how to drive." Which was shocking because she drove him home once when he was drunk. With luck she had gone slow and gotten him home without hurting his classic. "Thus, I take cabs and let you drive me for work." Because it wasn't a skill she did well.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 15, 2014 0:21:47 GMT -6
He was expecting to hear something else deep and personal... and then she told him that she didn't know how to drive. He looked at her for a moment, before he started chuckling, finding that pretty damn funny. "What the hell you mean you don't know how to drive?" He questioned... and yes, mocked. How could he not?!
It was funny because she had a car, and obviously had her license... yet she didn't know how to drive? He then tried to recall the last time he had seen her drive... and he couldn't picture it. "Well damn. You're driving on the way back," he said... or more accurately, threatened. Now he needed to see this: her driving skills, or apparently lack there of. "How long have you had your license for anyway?" He asked, if only to even get more ammo to tease and mock her with. She had opened herself up for his one... and Jackson was going to take full advantage. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 15, 2014 19:16:47 GMT -6
Julianna wasn't sure what she expected. A lecture about driving is car. Demanding she learn. Something but this laughter. It made her fight to hold back her smile while pretending to be made at him. "Its not that funny!"
He questioned her more and Julianna bit her lip for a moment while she drew the light moment out longer. "I got it when I was in high school like everyone else." She admitted, "but that was well over ten years ago and since then I have driven maybe........five times? If that." She lived in a city, she worked in groups, why drive? "The FBI does not require I drive or shot-another talent I lack-because I am not a in field agent. I come in afterwards and work behind the scenes." She explained, "When it comes time to shoot or drive they give me you.....so you can drive your car home."
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 15, 2014 20:27:34 GMT -6
Jackson continued to be amused by the fact that she had a car, but only drove it... how many times did she say, 5? Incredible. "Thinking about how many times you got shot or attacked, might be good you get a gun. Or at least learn how to shoot one." Even though she was supposed to be on the scene after everything was cleared... that was obviously not the case. Considering how many times she had been injured, almost injured, or attacked in general. Her job seemed more dangerous that she had perhaps initially anticipated.
"Yeah well I'm not always gonna be around," he told her. Meaning... he wasn't going to be permanently placed with her. He knew it was just a matter of time before he was back on the streets. "You need to learn how to drive." He was telling her, rather than making it sound like a mere suggestion. "If I wasn't worried you were gonna crash my car, then I would actually make you drive back," he told her, or well, teased and mocked her. But since she already knew how fond he was of his car... he wasn't going to risk it. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 15, 2014 21:10:57 GMT -6
Julianna paused when he said that he would not always be around, and her mind went two ways. One, as his father had, he could get hurt or killed in the line of duty. His recent injury was case point of that. The thought was unsettling and upsetting so she did not let her mind linger on it.
The other was the reminder he didn't want to be her 'babysitter' and work with her forever. He wanted to be on the streets. He wanted to be off the job of helping her hunt the men she did. "You know, with me taking a more permit role here, I can request to have them send me a partner. There has been a lot of talk of sending more help to the area anyway with the rise in crime." So he could get what he wanted. "I'll speak tot he Chief and ask him to make the request, so you can stop baby sitting." She made her words teasing, but Julianna liked working with him.
She liked going in and knowing he had her back, and getting his street view of things. For the first time, her job had been fun and not just forfilling.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 15, 2014 21:21:30 GMT -6
She suggested getting a partner now that she had a permanent position here. He thought over it, knowing that while he had fought his role as her bodyguard... it was what had brought them together. "So long as their fully trained," Jackson stated, knowing that the request for a partner to his captain would have to come from her and not him. "Don't want another dumbass like Flynt who can't do the job right," he added, since the guy had managed to get Grayson shot... which was what had brought Jackson back onto this assignment. "Still think you should put in a request for a weapon." She would have to qualify, which meant, passing the test to be licensed to carry one. Which was something Jackson could easily help with.
"You should always be armed and ready." Something he'd learned as a cop. That no matter was, she should be armed and ready for anything that can come her way. Depending on people was far too dangerous... which was one of the many reasons Jackson didn't have a partner when in uniform. Then again, there were always instances where you couldn't control the situation, no matter how prepared you were... his father's death being a prime example. "Who would they send over do you think?" He asked, wanting to get more information on whether it would be a field agent, another profiler who had weapons training, or another cop from her department who would be taking Jackson's role, or... someone else that he had not thought of. He didn't exactly know how it worked with a profiler. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 15, 2014 21:33:00 GMT -6
The suggestion didn't even phase him, or make him blink. Julianna knew then that it was the best thing to do. Time to move on from their work relationship, and see what comes next. It would be odd, but she was nothing if not adjustable. "I guess we will find out. I've never been anywhere long term before. This was supposed to be a year long station. Come in, safe the day, leave for the next place." But everything became complex, and she had not been able to quite solve everything she wanted.
"And Officer Flynt though I had left the building, it was the only reason he did." She wasn't mad at him, but she was glad when they had switched her back to Jackson. He had just been eager, and didn't stop to check his facts before jumping. The day had worked out, even if it didn't hold the best memories--not all of that was Flynt's fault either--she wasn't going to hold a grudge.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 15, 2014 21:46:45 GMT -6
Jackson listened as she said that she'd never been anywhere long term before. He knew she hadn't decided to stay here because of him, since it had all been arranged before they got bakc together, but he was at least glad to hear that of all places... she chose to stay here in Starling. "Guess it worked out for us," he stated. He wasn't sure what would have happened had she decided to move away... and wasn't going to dwell on the what if possibilities.
What mattered was that she was here now, and they were trying to make this work; distance was not a factor they had to worry about. Besides, they had enough factors to worry about. "Still not an excuse," Jackson said when she defended Flynt's actions. "It's a rookie mistake that can get someone killed." That had nearly gotten her killed. Part of the reason Jackson had clocked him the second he saw him in the hospital. At that moment, their food arrived, so Jackson remained quiet, giving a nod of thanks to their server as they set down the plates in front of them. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 15, 2014 22:05:41 GMT -6
Julianna smiled when he told her it worked out for them, liking that he would think it enough to say it. He might not have meant it the way she was taking it, but she would still take it. Ignoring the Flynt comments, she smiled up at the waitress, and sat back to give her room to put down the plates.
Julianna thanked her, and once she walked away looked back at Jackson. "This looks good." She said casually, just making conversation to take them away from injuries at work. "You come here often?" It seemed a bit nicer then his style, but not so far out of reach she could not see him eating here. The food smelled wonderful, so she picked up her fork and knife to dig in.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 15, 2014 22:19:18 GMT -6
She commented on the fact that the food looked good, and then asked if he frequented this place. "A few times," he answered simply, cutting into his steak. "First time I brought a date here," he told her with a bit of a smirk. As she already knew, he didn't do this whole... dating thing. Besides, he wouldn't bring someone he barley knew here either. The restaurant had memories of him and his father... he didn't want to do anything to taint that. And he knew that Julianna wouldn't be able to do that. Since she was the first, and probably only, woman he would ever be serious with.
"Don't know what kind of places you like to eat at," he added, giving an opening for her to tell him so that he could plan the next date around that... provided they had a next day. This was still wasn't over. So far, he was assuming it was going well. They hadn't fought or argued or anything. Definitely a good sign. But the night was still young. There was still a chance that he would mess something up, or say the wrong thing... not that he was planning to. But Jackson knew it was always a possibility with him. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 15, 2014 22:31:05 GMT -6
She was the first date he had brought here. That made her smile, and wonder how many women he had dated before her. Not from a jealous stand point, but a curious one. He didn't see the type to let himself get close to people, so she was assuming the number was high. Which only made her feel more special, to know that out of everyone he had picked her.
"One of the down falls of having a kid is that most the places I go eat at is kid friendly." She teased, "And this place is defiantly better then Chuckee Cheese." She said, referencing a well known pizza and game place aimed at younger children. They didn't go their often, because of Gabby's disorder, but the few times they had gone had been fun. "What about you? Were does Jackson normally go to get out of his kitchen?"
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 15, 2014 23:47:32 GMT -6
She talked about her kid, and how most of the places she went out to eat were 'kid friendly'... giving an example which was probably a good thing since he didn't know what sort of places counted as kid friendly places... since he didn't go to them often, or ever. At least that meant so long as he could her to an adult restaurant... or well, one not catered toward children, then he would be good. She then asked him what places he liked to go to. "Not sure that's saying much, but so long as you like the food here," he said teasingly in her comparison to this place and Chuckee Cheese.
"No where fancy," he answered. "Places like the bars we all go to." Bars with pub food, when everyone on the force went out for the night. "Sometimes somethin' faster." Since he was usually always on the go. "Don't cook like you do," he added in slight teasing. He just wanted to make it a point that he actually remembered what she had told him. And he was going to make an effort not to forget. "Any place in Starling you wanted to try?" He asked, deciding he may as well question it now so should there be a next time, he was ready... and it was an easy question to bring up now since they were on the subject. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 16, 2014 18:04:23 GMT -6
"The food is good." He seemed to be trying to make sure she was enjoying herself, and kept asking questions that hinted to as much. To go from nothing to this, was almost disconcerting but heartening all the same. He had not said those three magic words yet but she felt them!
As for as other places, she wasn't sure. "Still new to Starling, and to dating." She admitted, "Not sure of too many more places I want to try, but if you trying to ask me out again, I could come over and cook for you." Let them spend some one on one adult bonding time before she planned a night for him to meet Gabby.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 16, 2014 18:07:11 GMT -6
Well that made 2 of them... at least to the dating part. She said she was new to it, but seemed pretty good at it. In the sense that she looked calm, cool, collected...but then again, when was she not. It was part of why he had wanted to see that other side of her, why he had forced it out of her the first night they were together. He paused when she suggested coming over to his place to cook for him... and the thought was rather tempting. Extremely tempting. "Does that go against this whole... dating and talking thing?" He probably could have phrased that better, but truth be told, he was curious.
DId she not want to do anything overly intimate until he proved himself? Then again, she had said suggested, things on the elevator. "Just wanna make sure," he said as casually as he could, but inside... he was more curious than he was making himself sound. Again, she was a profiler so may pick up on this, and he didn't care if she did. He always assumed thats part of why she got him, and why she didn't push him... cause she understood him better than most others.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 16, 2014 18:08:17 GMT -6
"Cooking?" She asked, wondering if he thought cooking was code for anything else. She liked being with him before, and when she left him it was because she needed more emotional support. Not less physical comfort. His next words made it clear what he meant and Julianna smiled, and sat back while crossing her legs to watch him.
After a moments silence she leaned toward to speak in a low voice to him. "Just to be clear, I was planning on going home with you tonight." Because she liked spending time with him there. "And I think we are both adult enough to handle a relationship that is both emotional, and very......very, physical."
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 16, 2014 18:09:18 GMT -6
She asked if he meant the cooking part and wondering if she was kidding. He didn't ask. He just kept casually eating, only setting his fork donw when he saw her lean forward. His eyes went to hers, hearing her say that she was planning to going home with him tonight. Wait... really? He masked any surprise by this, because he had been under the assumption that she just wanted to talk and do this, casual conversation thing for a while. Instead, she was saying that she wanted both and... well, Jackson could do both. While he wasn't overly expressive of his emotions, she seemed to understand that this kind of gesture, and what he had said, was a sufficient demonstration thus far.
But here she was, saying that their relationship could involve both aspects of it, and that made Jackson feel rather relieved. "What do you mean 'was'?" He said slightly teasing her with her use of past tense. Better mean she was still coming home with him tonight. She had already teased him in the elevator and now having said this... well, it didn't leave room for much doubt anymore.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 16, 2014 18:10:01 GMT -6
What did she mean, was. She had not meant anything by it, but is he wanted to tease, so could she. "You seem to be expecting something else." Like a chaste peck on the cheek, and cold showers. "I want to live up to expectations." Or in this case, out last them.
But yo be clear, "I don't want to take a step backwards. I want to just move forward. I want to be more then the girl you met up with some nights, and I didn't want to keep my family life separate." She had told him this before, but had not been this calm or hopeful. "I like that you add a bit of chaos to my life. I don't want to change that."
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 16, 2014 18:11:18 GMT -6
"Well, now I'm expecting nothin' less than you coming back to my place," he told her. Which, differed from how he had initially thought this night was going to end. But the change was welcome, because thats what he wanted as well. He had known that that whole thing was more under her terms, and he had to sort of follow her lead, not wanting her to think that he was doing this all to get in her pants. She wanted depth to their relationship and he'd been trying to give her that, or at least making an effort.
But hearing that she didn't want to take a step back, reassured him that he didn't have to struggle to really change their relationship, just add something on to it. Hopefully, he could do that, and accept that... mainly, when it came to meeting her daughter. "Me? Chaos?" He scoffed, this not being the first time he'd heard someone refer to him with that word. His captain told him that all the damn time. "Don't know what you're talking about, Grayson," he teased, playing the innocent card.
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