𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 💋

Only took 5 years -Street. p.1

After a hard day chasing assholes, I usually want to lay down in my bed or take a hot bath but tonight feels different for some reason.

Maybe it's because I just got back to work after losing Erika. 

Jim wasn't at work yesterday or today and only told Hondo he had to take a sick day or two. After talking to Luka I decided I'd drive to Jim's house. So I grabbed the keys to my truck and headed out. What can I say? I miss my best friend.

Turning my key into the ignition and smoothly driving off to his house.

The faint sound of sirens is heard all around and a couple of cars drive off into the night. 

"58 David is down"

The only words running through my brain.

I had just gotten better. But it doesn't help when my best friend is away. Him and Luka are the only ones I can talk to about this kind of thing. Without realizing a small tear runs down my cheek. Shit.

I pull into Jim's driveway and I knock on the door. 

Jim comes to the door looking through the peephole, undoing the chain and letting me inside.

"Hey Chris," He says while letting me inside. "Luka isn't home right now, I believe he's getting me and him some beer and food."

"Oh," I say as I walk to his fridge. I'm always here and at this point, I don't even have to ask for anything so I do it myself. I find some liquor. I grab the bottle and walk to where Jim is sitting on the couch. "What movie do you want to watch?" Jim asks. "I'm fine with anything," I say as I open the half-full bottle. I take my first sip of the drink and watch Jim pick a movie while he texts luka. "Hey chris? what do you want from the pizza place down the road?" He says while looking at me. "can I get wings?" Jim nods and texts Luka the order. Jim sighs in frustration. "He wont be back for another 2 hours so... we have time to watch 2 movies" I nod and he turns on a movie.

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