You and Lem were partners on the street team before he was dragged into the strike team shit, but you had to say, he looked hot in wife beaters and denim, always carrying around a shot gun and an attitude.
“Hey, you headed out for the night?” Lem props himself against your desk.
“Yeah, why?” You ask softly, your lust-filled eyes meeting his dark blue ones. You might not have mentioned you and Lem always see each other after work.
“I’ll swing by, and we can go over that case again.” He winks, leading you towards your car.
The series of knocks let you know that Lem was there and you sprinted to the door, giddiness prominent in your peppy little sprint.
“Lem!” You cheer, jumping into his arms and kissing him harshly. He stumbles into your house, holding you against the wall as he pressed hot kisses down your neck and chest, removing your clothes as he went.
“Baby girl, you look so good.” He hums against your tummy, the action sent chills down your spine. Your fingers grab hold of his hair and tighten on it, burying your face on his shoulder.
“Lem.” You hush, rolling your body against him. He gives a moan, dragging you to the bedroom before diving into you.
His hips grind a steady rhythm into yours as he holds a breast in his hand, massaging and kissing your peaks.
The next day, as you were on the street with your partner Regan, a gun shot echoes, and Regan falls into your arms.
Her arms flail as you take her to the ground, holding the bullet wound tightly. An ambulance was called and you were pulled away from your partner, numb and scared. You drive back to the Barn in silence. Claudette’s Eyes were the first to land on you. You were a mess. Blood splattered across your face and a pool of blood on your uniform. You stumble to your desk, sitting down and pulling open some old case file.
“Aw shit.” Vic barks, heading towards you. “Lemonhead! Shane! Get out here!” He shouts, rushing to your desk. “Darlin’ you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?” His questions weren’t answered, you couldn’t speak. Lem’s eyes landed on you and his heart stopped.
“Oh sweet mother of god! Babygirl what happened?” He shouts as he sprints to your desk, dropping to his knees in front of you and spinning you to face him. “Baby, tell me who did this.” You hiccuped, the tears rapidly filling your eyes as he hugged you to him. “It’s okay. Tell me.” He whispers, pulling a napkin from his jeans pocket and dabbing a little water from your bottle onto it, wiping away some of the blood.
“Regan. How’s Regan?” You hush, gripping tightly to his shirt and hugging him closer.
“Regan got shot?” He asks.
“Yeah. Some guy pulled up, pointed at her and shot. Then drove off.” You sob, letting him gather you up and carry you to the strike hangout.
“Tell me what he looked like? What did sound like? Did he say anything?” Quaking, you shake your head no and curl into his warmth.
“Lem, please stop talking and hold me.” You whisper, and he followed suit, holding you tightly against him. Smoothing your hair and leaving little kisses on your cheek. An hour later you figured you were calm enough to talk to Acevada about what happened.
“You sure? I can go with you!” Lem assures, standing and following you to the door.
“I got it.” You nod, patting his hands.
“Okay, I’ll be down here when you’re done.” He assures, pressing a warm, comforting kiss to your forehead.
“I’m sorry, Regan’s off. She can’t work street anymore. She’ll be in the office from now on. But you need to tell me what’s going on with you and Lemansky.” Acevada gives you a little smile.
“Nothing, he was just worried.”
“I carry my wife to bed like that every night. I even give her that look. The worry on her tired face. He loves you, how long?” He asks, catching you off guard.
“I’m sorry?”
“How long have the two of you been married?” He asks with a laugh.
“No no no! He was my partner in the field before Vic took him, we just fuck. A lot.” You
giggle, grabbing the office door.
“You two are physically involved?”
“Physically doesn’t even begin to describe it.” You laugh, walking out of the office and heading back to the Strike room, when Lem appears next to you. With a swift scoop, you were in Lem’s arms and he paraded you through the Barn. Dropping you to your feet, he leans in close to you.
“You sure you’re okay?” He hushes, slipping a single piece of hair behind your ear.
“Yes, Lem. I’m good.” You assure, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.
“Okay, sure. Yeah, I’ll see you later?” His blue eyes meet yours, pleading. You nod and smile, but he grabs your hand and drags you through the strike room and into the back hall, checking for people before he hauls you against the wall and kisses you harshly. “Dammit baby, I was so scared. Shit, I thought you were shot.” He breathes out as he comes in for another kiss.
“Lemansky if I could—“ Acevada swings open the door only to shut it and walk away.
“Guess that answered his question.” You giggle, hugging his neck and kissing his earlobe.