Jubal Valentine (FBI/Grimm): Short Story - AU: Chapter 1
You’ve had shitty days, but this felt like by far the worst.
Being a cop was hard enough, but when you found out about a particular quirk, well, there was a part of you that wanted it to be a lie, or some bad dream. Yet it was all real.
Not only do you have to deal with the crazy your job as a detective entails, but now you have to manage this supposed gift.
At least that’s what Nick Burkhardt called it.
“Another shot!” You called the bartender.
He seemed a bit skeptical, maybe even impressed because you’d been at this bar downing drinks for the last hour like it’s nobody’s business. He poured another, and you took it, emptying the glass as you dropped your head on the counter.
“Life sucks.”
That’s all you could think about at the moment.
“Hey there, having a hard time?”
A man slid into the chair next to you and you lifted your head, squinting. It’s possible that you’re a bit impaired.
“I’m fine.”
You weren’t in the mood for company or conversation.
It was a bit impressive that you said that without slurring.
“Come on, don’t be like that.”
When he placed his hand on your thigh, you moved back, but ended up stumbling out of your seat. You intended to say something, but someone stepped in front of you.
“I think the lady wants to be alone.”
His figure was blocking you, and all you could do was nod childishly in agreement as you stuck out your tongue. The man looked pissed, but backed down, walking away.
“That’s what you get..f-freaking jack..jack..”
You knew the word, it would come back eventually.
Your savior turned to you with a smile.
“You should be careful drinking alone in that state. Is there something here with you, maybe they can take you home.”
He seemed genuinely concerned and for a moment you just looked at him, eyes narrowed. He’s tall, pretty green eyes and a salt and pepper goatee.Â
His stance looks a bit official.
FBI, maybe even CIA if you had to guess.
His air of authority exudes that. Hands on his hips, attentive look. What are the odds that you would encounter another cop on this sulky night.
When the silence stretched, you stepped closer, as if inspecting his face. He raised a brow, curious.
“You’re not a wesen are you?”
“A wesen..”
Maybe if you hadn't been so wasted you would have caught the look he wore at the word. You just ended up waving it off, shuffling back to your seat. It took a bit of effort, but you’d managed to put yourself back into your seat. Lifting your arms, you placed them on the counter as you dropped your head back down, exhaling.
“I’m not sure how I feel about leaving you here alone.
You just flick your wrist around.Â
"It’s fine. I’m (Y/N).. I can..handle anything.”
Your face is still buried in your hands, and he feels even less assured at your slurred sentences.
“Okay, I’m calling you a cab.”
He pulls out his phone, and you straighten when he turns his back to order a ride.
Your eyes run over his form, and when they move back up to his face, he turns to you.
“I’m gonna need your address.”
You nod, sliding your little purse out as you hand it to him and he just looks at it in his palm before shaking his head with a smile.
“You should be a little more guarded, what if I was a criminal?”
“At least you’re *hic* a-a good looking criminal..”
You’re now admiring him, and he just laughs a bit softly before he opens your purse in search of your driver’s license. Once he gets it, he slides the card back in and holds it out to you. You just tilt your head to the left.
“Right, drunk. Got it. I’ll hold onto this. Do you think you can stand it?”
“Yep.”
You rise to your feet, and that’s as far as your body allows. The next step you take is a sway and he catches you before you lose your balance.
His hand is on the small of your back and against your shoulder. How much closer, you can see the beautiful hue of his eyes. He’s distracted for a second, but slowly begins to steady you. Now that you’re not bent, you smile and he chuckles.
This will be an interesting night.
By some miracle he got you into the cab, and straight to your house.
He’s skillfully ensured you didn’t strip right at the front door.
Going up the stairs would have been easier if you hadn’t grabbed every bar on the railing on the way there.
It took a while, but managed to get you through the door of your bedroom, and you were giggling, right up to the point that he placed you in bed.
He was laughing along with you softly.
“I guarantee you won’t be this cheerful when you wake up with a hangover tomorrow.”Â
He joked.
He slid off your shoes, placing them at the side of the bed. You were getting comfortable, so you barely processed much when he stepped away, muttering about getting you a drink and painkillers. When he returned, you blinked, now very aware of the bottle of water he’d placed on the dresser.
“I couldn’t find any painkillers and I think it’s a bit creepy to just dig around your place.”
He was wearing a playful smile, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how caring this stranger was acting even though he didn’t know you, or your situation. You were just looking at him, and after a moment of your slightly awed expression, he cleared his throat, looking away.
“Okay, well I hope you feel better. I should probably get going.”
He stepped back, ready to leave and you flinched.
“W-Wait!”
He stopped in place and you gripped at the sheets.
“Please don’t..don’t go..”
You suddenly looked scared.
“Hey, hey it’s okay, you’re fine. You’re in your home.”
He moved forward to reassure you, but you shook your head, gently taking his wrist.
“I’m scared, I don’t want to be alone, p-please don’t leave…”
You were pleading, and he seemed conflicted.
“I don’t think I should-”
“I want you to, I trust you.”
He wore an easy smile, shaking his head.
“You really should be more guarded, especially for a cop.”
Your brows furrowed.
“How…you know I’m a cop..?”
That made him laugh, and he pointed to the badge on your dresser.
“Oh..”
Obviously you hadn’t remembered to put it away before you went to the bar to get wasted. At least you’d been more conscious with your gun.
“You need to be careful.”
You just looked at him cutely and he shook his head again.
“You’re not listening to anything I’m saying right now, are you?”
You only smiled, and he relented, taking a seat on your bed. You were still holding his hand.
“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”
Your face lit up, and in your excitement you’d tugged him forward. The forceful pull made him fall unto you, and you simply laughed, hugging him. He was awkwardly trying to keep his hands off any forbidden territory. You just inhaled softly, letting out a content sigh.
“You smell good..”
You released after a moment, and when he straightened, he seemed a bit flustered. His eyes met your own and just for a second, something about his gaze just made you feel safe. Maybe that’s why you were finding it hard to look away. Your breaths mingled, and you were certain he would lean in.
He looked a bit entranced and you weren’t much better. The second the both of you got closer, he took a breath, closing his eyes as he pulled back. You blinked, clearly disappointed. He just placed his hands on his hips.
“I’ll..I’ll take the chair.”Â
He decided.
You didn’t want him to leave the room and the bed held too much temptation. He walked in a circle for a second before he finally moved to your mini sofa and sat down, running a hand over his face.
“No kiss..”
You sounded saddened and this time he actually laughed aloud.
“Goodnight (Y/N).”
You smiled, as if you’d forgotten the entire ordeal, nodding happily.
“Goodnight!”
You sounded cheerful as you laid back in the bed and he slightly slid down the chair with a smile of his own.Â
