Change of Law and Heart

Chapter 7: Small Talk and Playful Banter

My eyes scanned over the multiple piles of papers in front of me. A few of the papers were hanging on the wall by a tack, giving me an easier chance to see if I missed anything.

Instead of working on the weird case that Tipps gave me six days ago and snatched it away the next day, I was working on the case of Robert Johnson. Over the past two weeks, there wasn't much time to work on it. I have given glances over papers so it could be in my mind while on patrol and hopefully could spot something that will give me enough evidence to put him in jail.

What was in front of me could be enough to put Robert away for a long time but I need to put the puzzle pieces in the right places. The judge won't want to look through everything if it's not in order and will throw the case out the window. I need to get everything in order and get my facts stuck inside of my he-AHA!

Jumping up excitedly from my roller chair and doing a happy dance with the dogs kind of joining me, I shouted out a happy 'yes' before going back to work. I had found hard evidence of him being there and showing him firing the gun on a flash drive found in his truck. It was pictures of his person with his rifle (bought under his name) in hand and pointing it at a doe in the field.

Our main man forgot to get rid of the evidence in time and will soon face time in jail and tickets, lots of tickets. This was a happy moment for me and I called up my two good friends Zeke and Dominick.

"Guys you will not guess what I did!" I cheered with joy pouring into my voice.

"You finally got laid," Dominick replied. Classic Dom.

"How about you fuck off Dom. I have had sex before for your knowledge though it was pretty disappointing. Anyway, we're getting off track, I have enough evidence to put Robert Johnson in jail. I finished another case, guys!" I was so fucking happy I could barely contain my excitement.

"Oh don't be that way honey, I could always show you a good time," Dom offered, being the kinky bastard he is. It's always fun and games with him, even sometimes when we work together on doing a search warrant or dealing with an arrest.

"Dom! I don't need to hear that shit, ew. And good job Brey, you finally can put that douche behind bars. We all know how much he needs a time out," Zeke spoke up to congratulate on my success of defeating a poacher. Every game wardens happy moment is taking down a poacher, they are reason we need to continue our job.

"But Zee, you have had sex with your wife before. You do have a child, right? So what's the problem with hearing me say some dirty things, you probably said some of them to-," Dom was interrupted by me.

"No, nah, nein, uh uh, don't need to hear any more! This isn't the reason I called you guys. I don't need to hear about Dom wanting to fuck me or Zeke and Talia's sex life. God, fuck my life," I groaned and hit my head against my table. It hurt and in reaction, I cussed underneath my breath and gently rubbed my forehead.

"Aw but you love it darling." I really want to reach my hand through the phone and grip Dom's neck until his face turned purple. All three of us know it's all fun and games and he doesn't actually mean it. Dom and I are alike with our love life: there is no one that loves us.

"Nope, no I don't. Before this conversation gets too far down the rabbit hole for me to crawl out of, I'm going to leave you, Zeke, with the kinky bastard. Love you both! Bye." With that, I hung up the phone right as Zee was complaining about me leaving him with Dom.

This is why we are good friends; we know when we are joking around or when we seriously mean it. It's in the tone of the voice or the way it was said, that's how we tell if one the phone. We also use that while out in public but we can also tell by the body language or the look in each other's eyes.