LYDIA
By the time Lydia and Jordan were back at the station, it was almost lunch time and the station was full of chaos. Deputies were running around back and forth to solve cases, while exchanging files with one another. Lydia and Jordan stood in front of the Sheriff’s desk, watching him study the files on Charlie. He was killed brutally, and Lydia could see that clearly on the pictures that were sitting on the Sheriff’s desk.
She couldn’t help but think that she failed again. She had failed to save another life. And seeing the deep frown that was on the Sheriff’s face only made her feel even more guilty.
“His parents were very devastated,” Sheriff said, sighing deeply while rubbing his forehead, obviously frustrated. “I wish I could have at least help them by finding out who did this.”
“I’m sorry, Sheriff,” Lydia murmured, lowering her gaze. “I wish I could have helped.”
Sheriff shook his head, disapprovingly. “It’s not your fault, Lydia. You guys tried your best.”
She quietly nodded before glancing up and letting her gaze linger on Jordan. Lydia couldn’t help but think about what happened last night. It all felt like a dream. Was it all just a dream? It couldn’t be, it had felt way too real. She still remembered it so clearly, the way her skin buzzed with heat from when his strong arms were wrapped tightly around her, and how his body felt so warm against her cold bare skin. Just thinking about it made her whole body start burning up again, and as she looked over at Jordan, she found his eyes look over at her as well, their gazes locking for what felt like a few long moments before she quickly looked away. She could feel her face burning up now as well, and she wouldn’t be surprised if her cheeks were a little pink, since she’s been finding herself blushing around the deputy more than she would like to admit.
Why was she feeling like this? It wasn’t right. He was six years older than her. Why the hell would he like or even be interested in an 18 year old girl like her? Not that Lydia hasn’t had older men interested in her before. She’s been with a few too, but they acted more like prepubescent fifteen year olds than actual adults. Their only redeeming feature was that they were semi-good in bed, but other than that, nothing. Jordan, on the other hand, was different. He actually acted like a mature adult, and treated her like an equal, unlike the other deputies in the station who just thought she was a nutjob or her previous boyfriends who just used her as arm candy. But then again, the whole town thought she had that reputation. Not Jordan, though. Even from the very beginning when he questioned her about showing up at crime scenes, he never called her crazy or treated her like some delinquent.
And although she hadn’t showed it back then, she did appreciate it.
She slowly stole another glance towards him again, because god, did his messy hair look good on him. Her gaze then lingered downward where he was clad in his uniform shirt again, a bit rumpled from when she tied it around her waist the night before, and a small smile twitched on her lips at the memory, because there was no way she could forget the way Jordan’s eyes had raked over her body when he saw her in his shirt. It had sent a pleasant shiver through her body then, and it sent a pleasant shiver through her body now.
He wasn’t wearing his jacket over though, because not so ironically, that article of clothing was draped around her at the moment. Lydia was wearing his jacket again, and she loved the feeling of wearing it. It was a weird thing to admit, but she didn’t care. She huddled it closer to her body and inhaled in Jordan’s minty scent, and she wondered if he was a Big Red fan.“Parrish! Lydia!” Sheriff’s voice suddenly caught her attention, making her jump slightly and look up at the older man, who was glancing between the both of them with an arched brow. “Are you two alright? You guys have been acting weird ever since you got here. What happened back there?”
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The Deputy and The Banshee
FanfictionIt's summertime in Beacon Hills and Lydia Martin finds herself interning at the police department. What she thinks will be a summer of solving meager cases and doing paperwork actually turns out to be one hell of a ride as a string of strange events...