The Adventures of Two Crappy Cops

Part 13

Would you guys believe me if I said I didn't plan to make John quit? It just sorta happened and it adds some nice drama.

"You're what now?!" Smitty shouted and I jumped in my seat. He had just gotten off the phone and was storming over. "Hey Smitt, you uh...weren't meant to hear that." I mumbled as my partner glared down at me. "Well I did, now fucking explain." My eyes slide over to Balker who was watching us curiously and then back to Smitty. "Well I don't really know how to explain. I'm going to quit and that's just all there is to it." I made sure to keep my voice steady but my eyes refused to met his.

Smitty growled in frustration and then grabbed my shirt collar and dragged me into the kitchen where he pushed me back against a counter and began to pace back and forth. I stayed against the counter, not fancying my chances with him as worked up as he clearly is. "John you're not about to quit-" he started but I interrupted. "Well I mean it's my choice."

He shot a glare at me and I just shrugged. "I'm your partner I should at least get some sort of say." He spat and I matched his heated glare with a blank expression. "Well now that Balker is going to jail you're going to get promoted and that I won't have a partner anymore and you yourself said I wouldn't work well with anyone else." "John if it means you leaving then I won't take the damn promotion." Smitty said and walked over.

I pushed myself away from the counter and took a step closer to him. Very little space separated us at this point. "Smitty if you don't take that promotion I'll quit anyways." He squinted his eyes at me and clenched his jaw. "You wouldn't dare." His voice was completely empty. "You know I've never been one to go back on my word Smitt." I smirked at him but there was no humor to it. "John you fucking asshole." He spat.

I shoved him backwards and he bumped against the counters. Before he could move I was in his face again. "Maybe it's best you hate me. I'm worthless anyways." I spat and his beautiful chestnut eyes widened slightly. Both of us froze as we realized how close we where. Our noses were almost touching and we were breathing in each other's harsh breathing. I could feel the heat coming off of him and his head was slightly tilted up so he could match my fierce gaze.

My eyes trailed over his face, coming to a stop at his lips and for a moment I toyed with the idea of kissing him. Both of us where still worked up so it would be extremely messy and harsh. Gasping, teeth mashing, tongues wrestling, I would push him farther back into the counter till he gasped and their would most likely be bruises on his lower back. His hands would wind up to my hair where he would tug harshly. Both of us would be completely caught up in the other and all of our frustrations and angers would bleed out into one huge rough kiss.

I yanked myself off of that train of thought and fell back against the opposite counter. I could feel Smitty's eyes on me but he didn't say anything. Our harsh, angry breathing was the only sound. "John-" he said but I straightened up and fast walk, almost jogged, to the front door.

I had just tore the door open when I felt him grab onto the back of my shirt. "Where are you going?!" I pulled myself out of his gasp and turned. "You can handle this here. It's not biggy. Backup should be here soon. I'm going home." My eyes rested on his forehead because I couldn't bring myself to see those beautiful chestnut brown eyes that haunted all of my best dreams.

"There's a psychotic killer out there! You can't just walk about wherever!" He protested. His concern made my heart skip a beat, especially since we had just been fighting. "Then let me die. I've been told I won't be missed." I spat. Turning on my heels I tore through the yard and down the sidewalk. I didn't stop running until I had made it out of the neighborhood.

I hunched my shoulders as I walked down the street. Quitting, though it was more of a heat of the moment thing, suddenly didn't sound so bad now. I could put some much needed space between me and Smitty. Maybe finally move on. All the way home I tried to tell myself that it would be a great idea. I listed all of the positives over and over. And yet, I still felt like I'd just diagnosed myself with a deadly disease with no cure.