A month later:

Tasha:

"God Jamie! You can’t keep doing things like that!" I cried putting my hands on my knees and inhaling.

"What chasing after a guy with a gun? I got him didn’t I?" Jamie smiled proudly over the guy who was handcuffed on the floor.

"He could have killed you!" I cried.

"Then that would have given you the go to fire your weapon," Jamie said, "and I know you never miss."

"Jamie, you can’t keep risking your life so carelessly," I said.

"I’m a hands on kind of girl," Jamie said picking up the perp and dragging him to our car.

"Fuck Jamie," I said, "at that pace you’re gonna get yourself killed."

"Hey I’m a good partner," Jamie said, "I’m a crazy risk taker but I protect you."

"I don’t need protecting, I’m very careful," I said crossing my arms over my chest.

She approached me after locking the perp in the car and grabbed my elbows, "just relax Tasha, I can take care of myself."

"I don’t want you to get hurt," I said softly, "in the military I always protected my platoon, and here I always protect my partner."

Jamie smiled at me in appreciation, and I smiled back hoping she got my point. Without warning she leaned forward and kissed me right on the lips.

"Whoa!" I said grabbing her arms and pushing her away, "Jamie, what are you doing?"

"I’m sorry, you looked like you wanted to," Jamie said.

"Looked like I wanted to? What the fuck? No! Jamie, I’m happily married to Alice!

Remember Alice?" I said in frustration, "don’t do that again."

"Sorry," Jamie said.

I sighed in frustration and pushed past her towards the car. I turned around to look back at Jamie when I saw a guy behind her with a gun in his hands aiming directly at Jamie’s head.

I pulled out my gun rapidly and yelled, "Jamie duck!"

Jamie instantly moved just as the bullet whooshed past her head. I fired my gun, and true to my impeccable aim, the man fell.

"Whoa!" Jamie said rubbing her temple where she felt the bullet pass her head.

"You alright?" I said running to the gunman who I confirmed was dead.