Relax,Malachi sent her as he watched her fretting.I really doubt anyone would be carrying a sword into a police precinct. If they were stupid enough to do that, you’d have seen it by now. You wouldn’t even have to see it. They give off a low hum of negative energy. You may not hear it with your ears, but I bet even being half angel, you’d sense it.
“Right, low hum, negative vibes,” she mumbled to herself.
“Who’s humming?” Jaxon asked as he stood next to her.
Jumping slightly, Chuck whirled to face him, plastering a bright fake smile on her face. “Me!” she declared happily. “I’m humming a song.” She proceeded to hum a tune out loud, the last song they’d heard on the radio.
Malachi tried to turn his laugh into a cough, but it didn’t seem to fool anyone as both Chuck and Jaxon glanced at him—Jaxon with mild annoyance, Chuck with murderous intent.
“Humming, huh? Next, you’ll tell me you’re coming to karaoke with us tonight,” Jaxon replied in a teasing tone.
“Us?” Chuck echoed, with a deer-in-the-headlights stare.
“Yeah, me, Bennett, Marchand, Gillespie, and a few of the ladies in dispatch are all meeting up at Frankies for karaoke and beer. You should come!” he exclaimed, warming up to the thought of getting Chuck to meet him somewhere casually.
Malachi could sense that Jaxon was still interested in Chuck and that she was terrified of karaoke. He knew firsthand from her car concerts that singing was not her forte. But one name in particular caught his attention, so he shoved his nose in her hand.Chuck, he said Bennett will be there. We should go, so I can check him out. As Evan, of course. Ugh, barf, such a douchey name. Still not as bad as Jaxon.
Fighting the tremble of her lips as she held back a laugh at his words, she blurted, “You know what, Jax, that sounds good. And since I’m on desk duty after the shooting yesterday, I could use some fun.”
Blinking his surprise that she’d agreed, Jaxon quickly nodded like a bobblehead mounted to a monster truck dashboard. Malachi was shocked that the fool’s head didn’t fall right off.Idiotic douche moron looks like an upside-down hula-girl. Let’s shove a stick up his ass and glue him on the dash of your squad car.
A strangled squeak escaped Chuck’s throat, and she slapped her hand over her mouth.
Eying her strangely, Jaxon slowly placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are… are you okay, Chuck?” His voice was full of concern as his eyebrows bunched together so hard it looked like a caterpillar was crawling across his forehead.
“Fine!” she choked out. “Just swallowed funny. Anyway, yeah, see you tonight. Gotta go, reports don’t write themselves!” With that, she spun on her heel and scurried to her desk.
Malachi sat next to Jaxon and watched her retreat with amusement. He glanced up at Officer Douchenugget to see that he was staring too. Growling lightly to get his attention, Malachi glared at Jaxon with the slightest hint of Hellfire in his eyes, before panting and holding out a paw to shake.
Jaxon scratched his head in confusion before gingerly leaning over to shake Malachi’s paw.
“Mal! Come here!” Chuck shouted, knowing full well Malachi didn’t care for Jaxon and was likely up to no good.
Grumbling, he trotted off to her desk, keeping up a running litany of offenses the man deserved to be punished for,including wearing Axe body spray. I bet he’s friends with that guy from the park. Does he have a barbed wire or tribal tattoo on his bicep? A hundred bucks says he does.Malachi plopped next to her on his butt and let his tongue loll out, looking for all the world like a good boy.
“I don’t know, but stop that! He’s a good guy, even if he is annoying,” she scolded and shook her finger at his muzzle.
“Aw, poor Malachi. Look at him sitting there all sweet and innocent. Is Chuck being mean to you? After what you went through yesterday? He’s just a good boy, a hero, and doesn’t deserve that, does he? No, sir, here you go, buddy!” Lieutenant Jeffers leaned over and handed Malachi a small bowl of bacon treats.
Oh, fuck yeah!he cheered,listen to the man, Chuck, he’s a genius! I’m a hero! And I got bacon. What did you get? Benched!
“You know that’s not real bacon!” she snapped at him.
Yeah, and it still tastes good with this body. But hey, what do I know, you’re the one yelling at a dog in a police station.He glanced up and chuckled as her cheeks flushed a vibrant crimson color, matching the stop sign hanging haphazardly on the wall behind her. He watched her eyes slowly move up the lieutenant’s body until she reached his worried gaze.
Jeffers stared at her with concern plain on his rugged face. “Chuck, you okay?” he asked softly, clearly not wanting to upset the crazy person.
“Fine, sir. Malachi was being a little ornery earlier with Jaxon. But you’re right, he is a hero for his actions yesterday. He got a big steak for dinner last night, too.” Chuck smiled weakly, attempting to reassure the lieutenant.
Nodding slowly while pinching his chin, Jeffers relaxed his shoulders a bit. “Well, I wanted to see how our hero was doing. Word is, Officer Malachi sustained some injuries yesterday. What did the vet say?”
“Oh, he’s fine. He was a little shaken, and it seemed worse than it was. He’s great!” She nodded quickly, obviously hoping he would drop it.
Pinching his chin again, Jeffers squinted at her. “So, you have a vet report to back that up?” At her reluctant head shake, he sighed. “Chuck, you know the protocol. Take him in. That’s an order! I’ll expect the report by end of shift.”
Groaning, Chuck wearily waved him off. “I’ll take him; he just has a thing about thermometers.” She turned back to Malachi as Jeffers left and studied him. “Don’t look at me like that. You know I tried to avoid it.”
What. The. Fuck. Chuck? How could you betray me like this? I thought we had an understanding. Is this about the hero comment? I take it back!He was staring at her in abject horror now.I swear on Lucifer’s saggy tits if anyone comes near my ass with anything other than a friendly sniff, I WILL bite them.
