A/N: Okay, I know what you're all thinking... ANOTHER story? I'm sorry! I can't stop thinking about it lol
And then I got certain DM's on twitter which made me smile and here we are ;)
I promise I'll look at updating Fate this week but really wanted to write this Linstead story.
Now, there's a character Tara in this - if you watch The Walking Dead - picture her lol
Love Isn't Always a Lie
Erin POV
Patience.
This is the virtue that has been most valuable in my life, the one I was forced to learn the earliest.
I depend on it.
My eyes are glued on the street, waiting for the right moment, hidden in the alley with my fingers at the ready to give the signal.
I squint when I see the target from a distance, I take my eyes off him for a second, just long enough to send a quick message.
My bag is resting tight in my hand as I join the crowded streets and casually stroll towards the Detective busy looking at his phone.
My heels are quick on the side walk as I close the distance between us, when we're meters apart a big but quick man in a hoodie runs at me as practiced and and grabs my bag.
With perfect hysteria I yell out horrified, struggling to keep a grip on my bag.
As predicted the handsome Detective reacts instantly, rushing forward determinedly.
"Hey! Chicago PD!" His hands reach out, one going for the bag and the other to the perp.
The second he makes contact, the perp lets the bag go and I stumble back into the Detectives strong embrace, my heels adding to the uneasy fall. I clutch onto the Detective, keeping him from chasing the decoy.
Once I'm steady on my feet he moves to chase after the bag snatcher.
"No, don't worry." I breathlessly exhale.
"What?" His eyes are narrowed in the direction the guy fled.
"It's not worth it. I've got the bag." An uneasy smile finds my face as I wait for him to turn.
"You okay?" He finally faces me, removing his shades so I'm met with his blue eyes.
A small gasp slips through my lips at the way they sparkle and capture me, the way they draw me in.
I'm floored by his looks, having now seen him up close and not in photos or through a lens.
He closes the distance between us, misreading my silence.
"Hey, it's alright. You're safe." His warm hands find my bare shoulders, a kind smile on his face.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you so much." I gush at him, reaching up to rest my hand on his chest.
"Truly, thank you." His eyes trail down to my hand caressing his peck muscle before his eyes meet mine again.
"No worries." He removes his hands and I reluctantly do the same.
"I should get going… thanks again." I can't break our stare, something sensual in our gaze.
"Yeah, be careful." I nod at him before turning and exiting his life as quick as I entered.
I look back once, noticing the way his eyes follow me.
I smile softly, happy to leave him wanting more.
"How'd it go?"
"Contact made." I nod at Bunny, looking around my new apartment.
"Nice." I comment, nodding appreciatively.
"Goes with your new cover."
"You know he's more attractive in person." I shrug as I walk towards the window to take in the view.
"That makes the sex easier." I roll my eyes as I hear the distinct sound of a pill bottle, turning in time to see her swallow three more.
"But don't let it distract you." She frowns at me, waving the pills my way.
"I won't mum, I've done this before. I know the gig." I sigh loudly before turning back to the beautiful city basking in the glow of the warm sun.
Flashback
"So where to next?" I stare out the window as the car speeds along the highway.
"Chicago." Bunny answers overtaking a slow driver.
"Nice. The target?"
"Jay Halstead." Bunny reaches for a folder, handing it to me.
I open it to take in the tall, blue-eyed handsome man in the photos. I note his military uniform and his serious expression as I stare into his honest eyes.
"He's hotter than my usual target. So there's that." I take him in appreciating.
Bunny chuckles as she pulls a cigarette out and lights it, the driver's window down as we speed along.
"Military?" I question as I continue to look through the file.
"He was. He's a Detective with the Chicago Police Department now."
"A cop? Are you crazy?"
"His family has a lot of money, he has money. Don't be fooled by his poor paying job."
"Maybe so. But still, are you fucking crazy?" I slam the folder down, head shaking in frustration.
"Don't speak to your mother that way."
"I'll speak to you however the hell I want. You want me to con a cop? What a brilliant way to get caught. Genius." My head hits the back of the seat as I reach up and drop my sunglasses from resting on the top of my head to cover my eyes.
"I want us to con a cop."
"Me. I'll be the one in the cross hairs. I'll be the one with my ass on the line. Especially when we blow out of town with his money."
"Then don't get caught. You're ready for this. Besides look at you, you could have any guy eating out of the palm of you hand." I roll my eyes, thinking of my next words.
"This isn't going to end well."
"Erin, you'll have an air tight back story and ID's."
"Great, what's my name this time?" I shake my head, knowing by just looking at his picture that this will somehow be my downfall.
I just couldn't begin to imagine how yet.
"Erin Davis."
"At least my first name won't be a lie."
"What's wrong with you? You're never this bitter." I sigh as I look down at the file, knowing she's right.
I'm usually good at hiding my feelings, burying them so deep I never have to think of them again.
"Family?" I ask, distracting us both.
"His father Pat Halstead is a surgeon like his father before him, his mother had old family money. His mother Diane Halstead works with charities but no other employment, she use to be a nurse. Younger brother Will Halstead is an ED doctor in Chicago. Tara Halstead was adopted at ten when she was brought into the ED after her mum had OD'd." We pause uncomfortably as I fidget in my seat, mind cast back to a similar time.
When I was nine years old I dragged my mothers unconscious body into the bathtub and filled with ice.
Briefly I wonder if my life could have been more like Tara's if I hadn't. If I let my mother die.
"Tara is a Detective alongside her brother. He had another sister Sara but she passed a few years ago, she was the youngest of all the siblings and died at nineteen. Cancer."
"Jay doesn't get on with his father and brother, use to have a good relationship with his mother but she's taken his fathers side, seems the family blew up after Sara died. He's the closest with Tara, she's a way in. She too doesn't have the best relationship with the father but owes Diane a debt." I take in the photos of his family members, trying to picture their lives and how I can con my way in.
"Research doesn't reveal many romantic partners for Jay, but any he does have it seems Tara makes her feelings of them very clear. Get her on your side."
"He trusts her." I pick up their photos and look at the two opposits.
Jay with his light hair and blue eyes, and Tara with her brunette locks and dark eyes.
Jay POV
"Thanks again for getting me this job Jay... and a place to crash. I needed out of that house."
"Yeah Tara, of course. You deserve this, you're a hell of a cop." I wrap an arm around her as I pull her close, knowing why she wants to escape such a place.
"I'll be out of your way soon enough. I just refuse to touch my trust fund… just like you." I chuckle as I kiss her head.
"No rush, I like having my little sis around." She rolls her eyes, playfully shoving me away.
"I'm sure you've got girls you want to entertain." She bites out sarcastically.
"Ha ha." I deadpan, wishing to escape this topic.
"Well, you would if you would just let yourself date."
"Not interested." I shrug truthfully.
"At this rate I'll be the only one bringing girls over to your place."
"I'm cool with that. I love that you're gay, I don't have to watch out for jackasses and give guys a talking to."
"Girls can be real bitches too bro." She punches my shoulder playfully as we walk into the precinct.
We make our way up through the gate and to intelligence walking towards the kitchen.
"Tara dear Partner, could ya fetch me a coffee?" She turns around to smile at Ruzek innocently and flips him off.
We all laugh at Ruzek's expense.
"Come on, what does a guy have to do?" He calls out in mock hurt.
"Change genders." I laugh at Kim as she gives Tara a fist bump before heading to her desk.
"Not even then." Tara fires back.
Erin POV
I tap my fingers on the bar in anticipation of how tonight will play out, I swing on the stool to look over my shoulder and watch Tara, Jay and others from work laughing and having a beer.
A smile finds my face as Tara walks towards the bar, right towards me.
When she leans on the bar to order another round, I take the opportunity to knock my beer over. I turn around watching and the liquid spills over the bar and onto her jeans.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" I call out frantically as I stand up, grabbing napkins and dabbing away.
"My day is just getting worse and worse. I'm sorry." I ramble, letting her feel how flustered I am.
"Hey, it's okay. Really." She laughs, her hands grabbing my hands to still them.
"Besides, that's the most action I've gotten from someone this hot in a long time." My eyes meet her brown, mirroring the smirk on her face.
I take in the brown haired, brown-eyed beauty with her smart mouth and feel this could be the start of a friendship, the similarities between us obvious already.
"Well if I were gay, something tells me you'd be my type." I fall into an easy pattern of playful teases.
"Damn. Such a waste to have you batting for the other team." She laughs as I straighten up, the spill forgotten.
"Sorry to disappoint. But unless you have a D, we won't work."
"Well I have a brother, but I'm not sure I want to see him with someone so hot." She laughs as she cleans up the spill on the bar.
"Is he hot?" I raise an eyebrow, pretending I don't already know he's sexy.
"Ew." I laugh at her grimace.
"Objectively speaking."
"I guess… he doesn't date though." She rolls her eyes in annoyance before looking at me closely, eyes looking me up and down.
"Erin." I hold my hand out; she takes it with a smile.
"Tara." She gives the bartender some money once the drinks are placed on the bar.
"Thanks Herman. One more? Sorry about the spill."
"Come join us." She turns to me with a devilish look.
"Oh, I couldn't."
"No, please I insist. You can tell me all about your shitty day." She smiles at me, gathering the drinks.
"Here let me help." I offer reaching forward.
"Besides, you owe me after all. Maybe you can even pull my brother from his funk."
"Well if he's hot, I'll certainly try." I laugh as I follow her across the bar.
A/N: So a very brief introduction into this story... please leave me a review with your thoughts :)
I am interested in knowing if anyone would like me to continue?
Thank you :)