Undercover Badge 2; Girl With A gun (Badass with a badge ) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

***CHAPTER 21***

RECAP;

My hand gently gripped his jaw so I could lean in and softly bite his lower lip, running my tongue gently along it, softly. I felt him wake up as he kissed me back for a moment, tangling his right hand in my hair, the feel of his fingers against my scalp almost causing a shiver.

"Heya stranger." I whispered, smiling lovingly at him.

"Hey, Miss. What can I do for you?" he teased back in a smiling whisper. He was using that perfect Sothern Gentleman accent, sounding like a cowboy in the wild west.

"Well, sir. Seems I'll need a place to stay for the night." I whispered, and I knew my eyes were soft and tender with how he was looking at me. I'd adopted a southern accent as well, except I was going more for the Sothern Bell tone.

"Hey there now, is that all?"

"Well, a warm bed, some loving company, and a handsome stranger would be appreciated."

"Well, Miss. If that's the case, you can stay right where you are." he said with a light chuckle.

"Why thank ya sir. What evah could I do to repay your kindness?" I asked, flattering my lashes.

He smiled, so sweetly. He responded in his normal voice. "Just come here." he whispered, and pulled me into his arms. Gently, he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

"Miss?" the Sothern accent was back.

"Why, yes sir?" my Sothern bell was back.

"I love you."

"I love you too, stranger." I said, closing my eyes and smiling. "I really love you too."

Yea. James and I weren't a particularly lovey-dovey couple.

But hey!

We had our moments.

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***CHAPTER 21***

"The explosives used were high grade." I informed. It felt like I was preaching to a choir. Granted, the choir was mostly made up of well muscled men and women, with guns at their hips and complete knowledge of the Law system, but it was a choir, none the less.

"We found the detonator, it was a simple static charge style. The Plastic explosives were placed In exactly the right place so everything was destroyed except the detonator." I walked slowly back across to the left of the stage, the projector casting the image of the silver detonator in an evidence bag on me.

"For some odd reason, because the FBI were on scene this is now your investigation." I said, and indicated the members of FBI sitting before me. I knew the looks on their faces. Their eyes were slightly wider, shoulders squared, stilling up straight, meeting my eyes wherever they strayed. For the women, it was a sign of respect. They respected the fact that I had enough power to be preaching before them today, and the fact that their superiors were looking up at me in awe. I'd done this before, so I was comfortable. I used to be a guest speaker at the police academies.

The men had an entirely different look, one I knew well also. There eyes were a bit wider that the woman's, and every now and them they'd swallow dryly, before their mouths returned to being only slightly open as they shifted uncomfortably from time to time. That was a combination of respect and lust. Much like a hormonal teenage boy fanaticizing about a school teacher, the looks on their faces remained the same. And yet, they all knew that I could put them flat on their asses if needed, and that, I knew, would only make them want me more.

Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't plan this. It happened. And I'd like to say I was uncomfortable, but spies are so used to hiding in the underground and not being seen that some sexual attention is nice every once in a while.