STRIS Bits

Eve continued

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Eve. I wasn't sure about this because the original idea was for a one part story. However, readers wanted to know what happened. So... Enjoy!

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"What are you doing here?" Chris responded annoyed.

She stepped away from the door because she had no intentions of opening it. He could stand there all night long for all she cared!

"Chris, I know you don't want to open the door" Street said softly.

What? Is he like...reading my mind? Damn it! she thought frustrated. Bowed her fead and grabbed her forehead.

"I'm sorry. Ok? I didn't lie to you. I wouldn't!" he said, making her angrier.

"Go away!"  she said dryly.

"Chris!" she heard from behind the door. "Please, listen to me."

"Street, go away! I'm not opening the door!" Chris said sternly, dumping herself in the couch. She lifted both her legs up and stretched them on the cushions. She leaned back,grabbed her cell from the side table and began scrolling through her social media.

"Fine. I just...I just want you to know that my mom just stopped by to have dinner. She came because...because..." Sigh. "She brought sugar cookies for us to decorate. It was something she and I used to do every Christmas Eve, since I was a baby."

Street paused, and Chris lowered her mobile. She turned and sat feet down on the floor, head turned towards the closed door.

"She used to tell me stories of Santa Claus while we prepared the batter and decorate the cookies. We would set up a plate with a glass of milk right next to the Christmas tree." He paused."Until I turned seven." She noticed a sad tone on his voice.

Chris was beginning to feel guilty. What if it was true? What if the guy was just trying to go back to normal with his mom? After all, she was his only family -besides 20 Squad, that is!

Chris took a deep breath, rolled her eyes and got to her feet. "Street?" she called calmly.

"Ok, ok. I'll leave you alone." she could feel the hurt in his tone, as she took yet another deep breath.

I really hope I don't regret this! she said to herself, closing her eyes momentarily.

She grabbed the knob, twisted and opened the door slowly. She found a plate with several cookies, covered in clear plastic wrap. She stepped outside and saw Street heading to the elevator.

"Hey!" she called.

He immediately stopped and turned towards her. A smile crept from the sides of his mouth, as it was clear the man felt relieved.

"What happened when you were seven?"she asked, putting the plate in the middle of the small dining table.

She served two glasses of milk and placed them on the table, one in front of him and one in front of her. Street looked at the glass in front of him and frowned surprised.

"You do know the secret about Santa, don't you?" she said, making him chuckle.

"Yeah." Street said with a smile.

He turned his neck and stumbled upon her stare. She immediately looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed. She cleared her throat.

"So, what happened when you were seven?" she asked, trying to play it cool. She could just stare at his face all night!

Street's facial expression changed, as he now wore a sad frown. Deep breath. "My dad came home drunk. When he saw us in the kitchen, he asked what the hell we were doing, so my mom told him. He got furious at her, yelling 'you're turning my son into a girl!' He destroyed everything: the cookies, the batter, the icing, the decorations, the Christmas tree, the kitchen."