𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 💋

You're human, and humans mess up all the time. -Tan. Pt.2

Warning: Fighting, cursing, religion, sexuality, and so forth.

This pt2 is way shorter than I first wanted but I decided to have a whole other part for some scenes.

20 squad GC names
Tan: Tutu or always late
Chris: scary Latina
Street: half-liver
Deacon: Workfather
Hondo: Workmother
Luka: Lulu
I generally don't remember where I got the idea for 20 squad GC. If anyone knows please let me know

--------------------Streets Pov------------------
-------At couples party. -------

Chris: Ready street?
Me: Yeah let's rock this bitch.
Chris: street? Mean girls reference?
-She lets out a deep Excel while giving me a stfu look. -

Chris: Let's go before I kill you rather than the target.

Me: Yes ma'am.

-We walk in the building hand in hand. Her grip tightens as we walk past a guy. It seems as if she might know him.-

The guy: Chris! How are you these days?

Chris: fine. I'm doing okay.

-Yep she does.-

Me: Hey sorry it seems we haven't met before. I'm Jim. Jim Street.

The guy: Clark. Clark Thompson.

-Chris looks to me with a Get him away please look-

Chris: I'll go get some drinks. Want anything, Jim?

-I shake my head no and pull her in for a kiss just to piss 'Clark' or whoever the hell off. She lets a small grin escape and walks to the bar.-

Me: So how do you know Chris?

Clark: Oh I know her from when we worked together back in the day.

Me: Ah okay.

-Chris walks over with a drink in her hand and stands beside me.-

Clark: You know Chris you always looked good in tight clothing and tactical gear.

Chris: Yeah thanks. Anywho we got to go talk to some other people. See you later Tompson.

Clark: See you later Christina

Chris: yeah yeah.

———After the mission & shift...—————
———————-Chris pov—————-

I slam my lock and rest my forehead on it. Just before I bring my hand up to punch the locker Jim walks in. "Chris?"

"what" I say slightly annoyed at the mission and how it played out. I bring my hands to comb through my hair. I feel like ripping it out. I'm so pissed at Jim right now I can't bring myself to look at him.

"I didn't mean to yk."

"See you on the floor passed out? I thought I lost you Street." I raise my tone. The more he talks the more pissed I get. "You could've waited until team rolled in as backup."
I throw my bag over my shoulder. Jim approaches closer and closer. "If you get any closer I might just punch you Street."

I glare at him. Even though I absolutely am pissed at him I still love him. Not just as a friend. I want him to be mine, if it wasn't for this damn job and it's shitty rules.

"See you tomorrow Street." I walk out the door behind him. I feel strong grip holding me back. Then a single drop of a tear falls down my face. Rolling down my cheek.
"Street let go." I try to free myself from his grip. I feel more tears fall down. God damn it I can't be caught like this. Especially around him.
"Chris? Talk to me please, don't shut me out again"
He truly cares for me and I know it. Just hearing it though hits different

He spins me around. Wiping my tears away and cupping my face in his hands. "Talk to me, Chris." I look into his eyes, they are doused in concerns for me. More tears form and roll down my face looking into his eyes I give in and hug him. Just being in his arms right now is amazing.

Pt3 out soon❤️

Word count: 639
Date published: 10/26/23
Edited: 4/28/24
First made: 10/23/23