The new guy (not my most original title but should be a fun thread)

[intriguess]

Mic Jensen was good at what she did, and after losing her on the job partner she had closed herself off. It had been a stupid thing to do, but Mic had fallen in love with him, as one of the few females in the department she had her share of rude and crude comments.

James had always treated her with respect and it very nearly killed her that she hadn't been able to save his life. She done her psych round, she knew the right things to say, after all she had started out in that job. She currently did a lot of profiling and occasionally lent her talents as a sketch artist. Mic had an odd mix of job skills that had served her well as a cop psychologist over the years.

She finally couldn't take being in the same office, working with the same people, seeing that sad look in their eyes, hearing their sympathies, and so she asked for a transfer.

Mic had barely unpacked and while the place was empty, at least it wasn't haunted with images of James complaining about her lack of coffee. She'd start painting tomorrow. She was using up her leave and didn't have to report to her new job until Monday and it was Wednesday night.

There was nothing in her fridge and she was craving a ice cold beer. She recalled there was a bar not far away and so she ran a comb through her dark brown-red short curls and grabbed her keys. She didn't really care about her appearance and figured her purple tank top and cut off shorts would be fine to grab a drink. Mic didn't look like much, short, square build, but she easily held her own, having five brothers toughened her at an early age. Her hazel green eyes were disconcerting to some and she tended to wear sunglasses when out but tonight she just wanted a beer.

Little did she know she was about to walk into a cops bar, and that her future coworkers were already talking about her.




"Damn shrinks, why the hell do we need one of them?"

"I hear he's a real tough ass."

"I hear he got his last partner killed."

"I heard he's ice cold and can look right through you."

"No wonder they are transferring the bastard, probably some incompetent."

"I bet he fucks up in the first week."

"I bet he insults the chief."

"I bet I get stuck with him."

They broke out laughing agreeing that he was the most likely to get stuck with the new guy.

"What's his name again?"

"Mic Jensen."

"What is that Swedish?"

"Great some big lumbering blonde ox trying to get inside my head, just what I wanted."

"Let's drink to getting rid of him."

"I'll drink to that," they chorused as she walked into the bar.

(Open to one male poster, preferably the cop that will end up as her partner)

 

[KoolAid]

Scott Meets the Newbie

Scott was the first to notice the short blond that sat nervously, almost directly across him. Though he could not place his finger on the reason, there was something about the woman that maintained his attention. He was a man of hunches, who often acted from gut instinct or perhaps in this case, an instinct a little lower than the gut. He picked up his rum and coke and eased off the stool, smiling at his cohorts.

"Fellows, its time to show you how its done." He said, cocking his head toward the strange woman. There was brief silence as comprehension slowly worked through the alcohol numbed brains, then laughter.

"I've got a twenty, that says that you'll be back here in a couple of minutes whimpering." Said bryan, Scott's best friend and partner.

"Oh ye of little faith. You're on."

Scott strolled around and found a stool next to the woman that was beginning to intrigue him more than just a little.

"Hi, I'm Sott, one of our fair city's finest. What's your name?

 

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Mic Jensen

She took a deep breath enjoying the sense of camaderie that filled the room. Mic made her way to the bar and ordered one of her favorite red beers. She noticed the large group of guys joking around a table, in one glance she took in the wide range of ages, and how they stood. She quickly surmissed they worked together and seeing one saunter over to some petite blonde thing she shook her head and smiled.

She took a long drink of beer, and deciding that they definetly were not construction workers. They had sort of a rough look about them and she found her eyes drawn back to the group as they seemed like an odd group, but close friends. Mic was just about to ask the bartender who they were when he brought her another beer.

She hadn't even noticed she downed her first one, "I didn't order a refill."

"It's from the guys over there, evidentally they were impressed with how fast you drank the first one and want to see it again."

Mic chuckled, slid over her empty glass and raising her new glass, "I guess we all have our talents." She took a long drink and asked, "So is it safe to thank them face to face?"

"I can't imagine any safer group."

She missed the joke and nodded, "Thanks," she headed over to their table.

"I understand you were so kind as to buy me another drink?" She watched them nod, "Mind if I join you?" She moved to the chair that their comrade had left and she turned it around so she could get up quickly and easily as she saw them nodding. She sat down, took another long drink, and asked, "So what are you celebrating?"

 

[KoolAid]

Nursing His Wounds

Scott knew he was in trouble as soon as she turned to look at him. She appeared to a bit annoyed, if not outright disgusted. But a quick glance across the bar at the guys watching his every move convinced him that if he was going down, it would not be because he did not try.

“Haven’t I seen you some place before?” He asked, loud enough for the guys to hear him.

“Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.” Even louder.

“Ouch!

Scott heard a volcano of laughter beginning a process of slow eruption; muffled snorts that grew to uncontrolled howling guffaws. He mentally checked his wallet for a twenty, and it wasn’t quite there. If he lost, Bryan would have to take an IOU, but then again.

“It ain’t over til the flat lady sings” He thought. ‘Maybe she’s just testing me….Yeah,,,, that’s it. It’s a test to see if I give up easily.

“I’m sorry. I asked for that, didn’t I? Listen honey, I’m not trying to come off as a jerk. It’s just that I noticed you sitting there, and I wanted to meet you.”

Before he could get a response, an attractive red-head, sat on the remaining stool adjacent to the mystery woman.

“Sorry I’m late dear.” She said as she planted unbiblical kiss on waiting lips. "Who’s your friend?”

“This guy is no friend. He’s trying to pick me up.”

There was more laughter, only this time from the pair of women.

“I think the fat lady just sung.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing ladies.” He mumbled as he rose. “Sorry to bother you. Have a good evening.”

The figurative tail was stuck firmly between his legs, as he turned and walked awkwardly back to his former perch. In route he couldn’t help but notice the brunette sitting at the top of the U. She had a Mona Lisa smile, but at least she wasn’t laughing.

 

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Mic Jensen

She quickly found out they were commiserating about a transfer into their department. The way they said it stood out and she finally asked what they did even as most of them seemed to be watching their friend strike out.

"We're cops, the best of the best."

"Or at least the fittest," another added.

"Even if some of us are completely inept with the ladies," another joked as their fellow officer slunk back. Then they started introducing themselves and how long they'd been in uniform. She was careful not to ask questions that would reveal her own background.

"Well not every woman has a soft spot for a man in uniform," she joked as several of them offered to model their uniforms for her.

"You owe me a twenty," the guy from earlier. Bryan, she recalled was evidentally the winner of some bet. She had not turned around as she figured it was the guy from before.

"Well officers my glass is empty, and," before she could finish her sentence they were all offering to buy her another drink and suddenly she had another beer and one of them was buying a round. "Are you trying to get me intoxicated?" she hadn't eaten much and while she had a pretty good tolerance three beers on an empty stomach in a limited amount of time was probably asking for trouble. "Do they have anything good to eat?"

She was not surprised at the companionship among them as they ordered something fried. She was not going to object, it was what she would have chosen herself. Mic heard the guy empty his wallet, and Bryan take an IOU, then a chair was pulled up and he sat down.

"So we haven't seen you around here before, are you new to town?" one of them asked her as she snagged a jalapeno popper and took a bite.

"I needed a change in scenery and this is where I ended up," she said after devouring the popper and taking another drink of beer.

 

[KoolAid]

As Scott was returning a familiar ache coursed through his torso, gripping his heart and stomach like a jolt of electricity. It had been two years since Teresa’s death, yet the attacks never ceased. It was always the same. His mind would wonder back to the garden of love and happiness they once shared, and then no matter what the circumstances or how much he drank or whose bed he was sharing, the pain would pierce through the vest of denial and escape like a hot bullet.

He had never believed in the concept of soul mates until he fell madly in love with the lady that became his wife within six months of meeting. They had purchased a small country home a few miles outside of town, and it had become their retreat from life's daily assaults. It was a total package. The hours spent together on the back porch watching the humming birds fight over nectar hung under the eaves; or admiring the parental Kildeer as they stood at the woods edge in the late evening calling for their young; or glimpsing the deer appearing at the edge of the field.

Then there was the wild no-holds barred sex in which she honored his kinks and quirks, as he did hers; always ending in an afterglow of peace and a sense of being one, both with each other and the universe. Morning would often find them with arms still wrapped tightly around the other. But his greatest source of strength and wellness was the knowledge that each time he stepped onto the front porch after a long hard day or night, there was someone inside eagerly waiting his arrival, whose face would light up with a broad warm smile, as she moved to greet the man she loved with all her heart.

He knew that something like what they had would never come close to happening again, so he settled for the next best thing; drinking and screwing every split in town If someone had been observing carefully, he or she would have seen the hurt flash briefly across his face before he quickly re-erected the fragile but hard emotional wall.

He was ready to good naturedly take all the good natured ribbing that was due him, but attention had been diverted elsewhere. They were talking to a new chic, whose back was facing him. He thumped his empty glass down and yelled to the bartender.

"A refill Joe."

The woman turned around, looked up, and made eye contact. He took his empty glass and held it up as if to toast, nodded slightly, and smiled. If someone had told him that the smile was genuine he would have denied it…..strongly.

 

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Mic Jensen

She glanced up at the new arrival, and for a brief second swore she saw a world of pain before it was covered by a smile so genuine it only someone trained to look beyond a smile would know it was fake.

They talked and laughed, they were a good bunch. She had already decided it would be a bad idea to let them know she was the horrible Mic Jensen at least not tonight. She waved off another drink and stood up, "Sorry guys, some of actually need beauty sleep." She listened to the comments on how she'd be arrested if she were any more beautiful. Mic laughed along with them, "Surely you wouldn't begrudge me a single nights rest?" She took one last swallow of beer, her fifth, and winked at Bryan as they all agreed. She put down the empty mug and smiled.

"Hey we don't even know your name."

"Your cops, figure it out," she retorted before meandering through the crowd easily slipping between bodies as she headed for the door.

 

[KoolAid]

Scott

"Jensen." Said Scott out of nowhere and as if speaking to no one. He brought the fresh drink up to his lips and hesitated.

"What?"

"Jensen. That's the shrink's name."

"How do you know that?"

“I have certain connections down in personnel. Remember?

‘Oh..you mean Ginger?”

Half a glass of rum and coke was obliterated with one toss down; “And don’t forget Marianne.”

“Well.” Said Bryan. “What else do you know about him?”

“The Captain is expecting his help to setup CISD for the precinct, but don’t get too excited. He'll still be in a squad car with some poor bastard.”

(CISD - Critical Incident Stress Debriefing.

People working in the emergency services see a lot of horror, often too much. The daily assaults on the psyche tend to have a gradual and accumulative effect. Sometimes one incident can be the straw that breaks the proverbial camel’s back; like a “10-50” on the interstate, requiring initial responders to separate flesh from steel as the flesh screams, cries, and dies; or perhaps a particularly vicious case of child or spousal abuse. The result is a rescuer that needs rescuing. In most cases however, there is no dramatic breakdown, but a gradual descent into private hell with manifestations such as depression, alcoholism, divorce, and suicide.

CISD programs were designed to recognize these signs of stress early and initiate some sort of intervention)

“Shit” That’s all we need. More meetings where we sit around and some prick says ‘”Let’s talk about it.’”

“I feel your pain.” Scott said with a low chuckle. “But fear not pal. I have a plan.”

“Uh-oh. Do I want to hear this?”

“Sure, I think I will drop by his place tomorrow and explain, why he should apply for a transfer.”

“I’m not sure if I like this plan. I don’t guess I can talk you out of it."

“No, I don’t guess you can.” Scott finished his drink, and stood. “I better get some shuteye. I’ll see you at work tomorrow night and I have to do some visitation tomorrow.”

As Scott was leaving Bryan called out.

“How do you know his address?....Oh….never mind. I temporarily forgot the personnel contacts.”

 

[intriguess]

Mic Jensen

(I will forgive your slip up on the gender as as far as the guys know Mic Jensen is a guy, not a woman)



She had slept in, having no where to be and as she had imbibed more than usual last night. The knock on her door was surprising and she thought nothing of answering it in her well worn night shirt. After all she was skilled in self defense. She cracked the door, and ran her fingers through her tossled dark curls as she saw it was one of the officers from last night.

"I see you tracked me down," she listened to his answer and invited him in.

"Can I offer you something to eat?" she asked heading for the kitchen. She opened her fridge and was reminded it was empty as he spoke.

"I'm afraid I don't have much and I don't drink coffee." She was suddenly very aware of how her thin her white night shirt was and that she was not wearing underwear. She also realized from the way he looked at her that he hadn't said why he was here.

"You seem surprised to see me, were you expecting someone else?" she asked wondering how much showed through the white cotton of the long shirt she'd slept in.

 

[KoolAid]

Scott

(Frogiveness appreciated and proper editing has been done)

When the familiar female face appeared, Scott’s mouth dropped open, and
he stepped back enough to look above the door and recheck the address. He was in the right place, but before he could ask for Mic she spoke with an even more shocking revelation. She was the shrink!

Gathering his thoughts, Scott turned down the offers of food and drink. He was prepared to explain to a man why he should go somewhere else, but had not considered the possibility that the new transfer wasn’t a man. He would have to modify his approach, but how?

He watched her bend slightly, to peer in a mostly empty refrigerator, and couldn’t help but notice that the light from a nearby window projected through her thin night shirt revealing, among other things, that she was totally naked save for the negligible fabric. For just a moment he admired the scenery, but as she straightened and turned around, he gained his senses.

“To be honest, I am surprised and confused. I admit that I thought you were a man, and I’m confused as why you didn’t tell us who you were last night. That would have been the fair and right thing to do.”

His eyes dropped to her breast, but quickly looked back up. His left hand moved to the side of his face and slid to the back of his neck, as in a self-debate.

“Listen, I came here to welcome you to the precinct.” He lied. “And it’s well past lunch time. Why don’t I wait for you to get dressed, and then we’ll get a bite to eat? Maybe we can get to know each other a little more. I don’t think we did last night.

 

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"Well before you arrived the guys filled me in on what they thought of the new shrink, I didn't want to spoil the mood by telling them I was the, how did they put it. 'Damn Swedish profiler.' I figured by the time I showed up on Monday they'd roll with the punches so to speak."

She had turned to face him and figured out that he hadn't meant to track her down. "So you were expecting Mic Jensen the big lumbering swede and not the hot chic from last night?" She laughed, unable to keep her breasts from swaying as she laughed. "Did you get the short straw?"

Mic moved past him brushing her body against his as he gave her no other choice. "Sure let me throw something on and you can pick my brain." She smirked at the last words as she headed to her bedroom kicking the door closed, but not shut.

Just her luck that someone had already leaked her new address. She pulled the nightshirt over her head and ran her fingers through her hair. She had unpacked only a few things and slipped on a clean pair of silky lavender panties and found a clean pale pink bra. A friend had convinced her that she sould feel like a woman under her uniform and they'd gone shopping and bought a dozen or so lacey bras in a variety of colors.

She pulled on a blue t-shirt and slipped on a pair of drawstring sweats. Hopefully they wouldn't be going any place fancy. She tied them on, found a pair of clean socks and ran a comb through her hair.

"So am I going to have to pay for lunch or did you find money in your couch?" She asked as she headed back into the living room and scooped up a pair of sneakers.

 

[KoolAid]

Scott had decided that she was either very witty or an A-1 smartass. Almost everything she said could be taken as a put down, or friendly teasing.

“Actually, coming here was my idea. I like to know the people I will be working with.”

He had not meant to block her access to the bedroom door, but then again, she didn’t ask him to move either. His instinct was to reach out and grab when she brushed against him, but in this case, he was able to resist an obvious error in judgment. His eyes followed as she stepped behind the mostly closed the door, and quick to take advantage of the view afforded by the fortuitous triangular positioning of she, him, and the bedroom mirror.

“Not bad.” He thought. Not bad at all.”

His cock agreed and pressed for freedom, creating an unmistakable bulge, as he watched her don incredibly sexy underwear, only to hide them with attire more suitable for the gym than a restaurant.

“I’m afraid I spent the couch money last night, but I’ve got enough plastic.” He said when she stepped back in with another ambiguous question. “There’s an Outback a few blocks from here, and I’m in the mood for a steak And Blooming Onion. And if your gastric mood is different, the menu has a good variety.”

It was during the short drive to the restaurant, that the solution hit him. The Haz Mat Training was in a couple of days, and would involve activities that she would surely refuse, and as a result, choose to leave the precinct. There was no wait, and they were quickly seated. While waiting for the appetizer, Scott mentally formulated just how he was going to tell her of the training.

“There is something that I feel I should tell you.” He said. “I don’t know if you are aware of it or not, but there are several terrorist target hazards in our jurisdiction. They are mostly chemical plants and we have partnered with the fire department haz mat team to conduct and participate in hazardous materials incident training every quarter. In a couple of days we will be simulating a chemical release incident.”

He hesitated, to give her a chance to respond in some way, but there was none, so he continued.

“The new officers; let’s see, I think that would be you and two other guys, will be required to play the role of victims. This will involve fire department members physically removing you three from the “Hot Zone” to the “Warm Zone.” There every ounce of clothing will be removed and you will have to step into the decontamination shower stalls, where every bodily nook and cranny will be sprayed with the shower wand.”

He chose to leave out the fact that he and Bryan were operating the showers, a chore that no one wanted, at least up until now.

“Now I understand that you’ll not want to participate in this, and you don’t have to. The 33rd precinct has an opening, and they don’t do this kind of training.”

Scott leaned back, satisfied that his mission was accomplished.

 

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She noticed the bulge and was finding it quite interesting that he was trying to get her to leave. "I'm surprised they waste the water as that is a pretty unnecessary part. Luckily my haz mat training is current." Her eyes got a far away look as she thought about 9-11 for a moment, "Besides I may be the new guy but I'm far from a rookie. I also doubt your commander would be so stupid as to offend me." She paused and smiled, "It was my decision to transfer, but my old position is open to me any time I want. I think my commanders words were, 'If they so much as sneeze wrong I'll have you back here so fast that you'll swear I broke the laws of time.' I guess that's what you get when you are one of the few female cops. Everyone suddenly becomes my protective older brother," she stopped there not wanting to think of all the guys who were so sympathetic. The flowers, and food, and sad looks was almost enough to make her lose her appetite. She plastered on a fake smile, "I was involved in training search dogs." She was going to miss that, "So if you think you're going to scare me off, well I wouldn't be much of an officer if I couldn't stand up to macho posturing." She decided not to mention that requiring any officer to undergo such humilation was bordering on harassment.

 

[KoolAid]

Scott

Scott felt a sinking sensation deep within his stomach. She obviously was not going to be intimated, and couldn’t help but develop some admiration, albeit grudgingly Silence hung over the small table as his mind began to regroup.

Why was he so against her coming over? She was a shrink; someone who would hesitate in a tight situation, and put her and her partner in jeopardy. Yet, she didn’t seem to be indecisive or weak.

She was a woman. But he had worked with female cops before. Most were ok, some not. Same with the male cops.

She might see….See what? Not sure, but she might. She scared him. Bullshit! If she wanted to come over, let her, but she’d get no special treatment from him.

He opted not to mention that if she came from the canine unit, her haz mat certifications did not go beyond the “Awareness and Operations” level. It would be pointless.

“Now, I know what you may be thinking.” He finally spoke. “You could play the harassment card, but sexual harassment is defined as “unwanted sexual advance, touch, action or words.” The key word there is “sexual.” Believe me, there would be nothing sexual about this activity.”

“Hell.” He thought. “I almost believe it.”

“If you did decide to file a complaint with HR, I’m sure you’d scare the bejesus out of them and they would ask the Captain to make some sort of allowances.. But you would have ruined any chances of connecting with the rest of the workgroup, and I don’t think you want to do that.”

The order came and they began to eat. Scott watched as she picked up the oversized knife and fork, and deftly cut her entrée into a manageable portion. He initially tried to fight the image, but quickly succumbed to a delightful vision of the two of them in her bed, lost in animal passion and…..uh….no, just passion. He also knew that if she came to the precinct, he would not be the last one to hit on her, and he had decided to do just that.

His level of excitement surprised him, but he couldn’t deny that it was there. He wanted her. The newness, the mystery, yes, but it was more than that., but damn, he was unable to say why.

“It just occurred to me.” Scott said, forking his last bite of prime rib. “I said that I wanted to get to know you, and have yet to ask anything about who you are.”

He popped the morsel in his mouth and gave her a tight lipped, but friendly smile.

“Why don’t we go back to your place and we can both get to know who we will be working with?

 

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"If you expect me to believe that you could look at me wet and naked and not have a sexual thought, then you must think I'm the stupidest creature on the planet." Heck she thought she looked sexy when she was wet and naked, no wonder her shower and bath tub were where she most often played. Her thoughts had quickly gone from sad to horny and she smiled as she regained her appetite. She could tell alot about someone by their reactions and how they ate. For some reason she didn't feel like analyzing him, especially since he had such negative conception of who she was as a cop.

"It would be easier if we got along, but I'm not going to do anything stupid just so the guys like me." She almost revealed more of her background than she wished. "It's sometimes easier if they don't like me, because then they are pretending to be someone they aren't."

She thought it was interesting on how he invited himself back to her place, and reminded herself not to overanalyze his actions. Still she wondered whether his place was a mess or something else. After all some of her stuff wasn't there yet and she had been sleeping on the floor.

"Sure, as long as you have the time, my life story is not short, but I suppose I could summarize." She saw the bill come and wondered how their were going to split it.

 

[KoolAid]

“Dear, I didn’t say that I wouldn’t have sexual thoughts. You’re a beautiful woman, I’m a man, and the site of that wonderful body of yours nude and wet would definitely excite me. It is just that the activity would not be sexual.”

He paused for a moment, and then continued.

“I hope you’re not offended when I say I’m having sexual thoughts about you now, as we speak. But I’m also attracted to your mind.” Did I say that? “ I want to know your likes, and dislikes; your ideas.”

His words dropped off as the waitress sat the vinyl slotted pad containing the bill on the placemat in front of him. He glanced over the tab, pulled his wallet from a back pocket, removed a silver plastic card and inserted it in the slot.

“I’ve got the time to listen to your story, and heck you may even listen to some of mine. We have several hours before we have to report for duty, but let me suggest a slight change in the itinerary. I just realized that it was thoughtless to invite myself back to your place, especially when you haven’t finished moving in and all.”

His eyes dropped to table and then back up to meet hers.

“Why don’t we run by your place, get your uniform, and then go to mine? It’s not a candidate for any kind of Good Housekeeping award or anything, but we can relax and talk over a pot of fresh coffee, and go to work when its time. How about it?