By Sissy (sissy@svs,net)
& Chris (email@example.com)
“Hey, Walker, don’t you ever check your mailbox?”
“No Trivette, because there’s never anything in it.”
“Well, there’s stuff in there now, man. It looks like it’s busting at the seams.”
Rolling his eyes, Walker replied, “Okay, I guess I’d better go get it then.” He gets up from his desk and leaves the room, returning a few minutes later.
Sitting back down at his desk, he starts shuffling through the envelopes, tossing them one by one into the trash can. He comes across two official looking envelopes and sets those aside. When he is finished, everything has been thrown into the trash except those two envelopes.
Picking up the first envelope, he sits staring at it, concern showing on his face.
Trivette glances up and sees Walker staring at the envelope. After watching him for several minutes, he walks over to stand in front of Walker’s desk. “What is it, Walker? Bad News?”
“I don’t know, Trivette. It’s on official stationary and that usually isn’t good news.”
He tears open the envelope and pulls out one sheet of paper. As he reads the letter, his expression changes from surprise, to disbelief, and finally to extreme anger. He jumps up from his chair and with the letter in hand, goes storming into the Captain’s office, slamming the door so hard that Trivette flinches, waiting for the glass in the door to come crashing down.
As Trivette watches the angry exchange of words between Walker and the Captain, he wonders what could have been in that letter to upset his partner so much.
At this moment, Alex comes through the door and notices Trivette looking toward the Captain’s office. Following his gaze, she sees Walker, angrier than she has ever remembered seeing him.
“WOW, Jimmy. What has Walker so upset?” She asks as she approaches.
“I don’t know, Alex. He got a letter in the mail this morning and after reading it, he went flying in there with a vengeance. He is one angry man.”
Trivette no sooner finishes his sentence than Walker comes out of the Captain’s office, strides straight to his desk and sits down, the anger still very much in evidence.
“Walker, what’s wrong? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this upset.” She walks up to him and touches his arm, feeling a slight tremor run through him.
He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even look up, and just hands her the letter.
As Alex’s eyes scan the paper, she has a hard time believing what she is reading. She looks at Walker with wide eyes and a look of dismay on her face, silently passing the paper to Jimmy. “Oh, no, Walker, this can’t be happening. Not now. There must be some kind of mistake.”
Jimmy gives the paper a quick glance and says, “Walker, how can they do this? Alex is right, there must be some mistake!”
“That’s what I thought, Trivette, but the Captain said that the order came down three days ago. He’s going to look into it, but he doesn’t think there’s anything he can do to change it.”
“What are you going to do, Walker?”
Shaking his head from side to side, he replies, “I don’t know, Trivette, I just don’t know.” Noticing Alex still standing next to him, he continues, “Alex, I’m sorry, did you need something?”
“No, I just came by to see if you were ready for lunch. But I don’t think I feel much like eating, now”
“I’m ready. Let’s get out of here. I’ll see you later, Trivette.” He gets up, grabs his hat, turns and placing a hand in the small of Alex’s back, gently guides her out the door.
Noting that they are traveling out of the downtown area, Alex says, “I take it we’re not going to C.D.’s?”
“How soon do you have to be back, Alex?”
“Well, not until 3:30. I’ve got a deposition to take on a court hearing tomorrow. Why?”
“How about we go to your place? I need to unwind and to unwind I need to pace and I can’t pace at C.D.’s.”
“That’s fine with me. I’ll fix lunch while you pace.” She touches his arm and looks into his eyes, trying to convey her concern for him.
He places his hand over hers and gives it a light squeeze. “Thanks, Alex.”
At her apartment, Walker walks over and stands in front of the big picture window overlooking Dallas, trying to make some sense of what has happened. ‘What can I do? I can’t leave Alex. I won’t leave Alex. She’s the reason I exist. I can’t ask her to leave her job. She’s made commitments. I shouldn’t have to ask her and I shouldn’t have to leave.’
Sensing his distress, Alex walks up behind him and puts her arms around his waist. “Darling, what are we going to do?”
Turning to face her, he replies, “I don’t know Alex. But we’ll come up with something.”
“What about the wedding, it’s only a month away. I’ve always had this feeling that something would prevent us from getting married, but I always thought it would come from the bad guys, not from within our jobs.”
Walker pulls Alex into his arms in a tight embrace. “We will have the wedding, Alex. When I asked you to marry me, I made you that promise and I intend to keep it. Nothing and no one will keep us apart. We’ve been through too much to let anything stop us now.”
He lowers his mouth to hers in a sweet, passion-filled kiss. She puts her arms around his neck, and matches his passion with her own. Their kiss seems to take on a life of its own as it deepened with need heightened by the news they had just received. She reaches down and tries to pull his shirt out of his jeans. He releases her just long enough to help her. When the shirt is free, she runs her hands up under it caressing his well-muscled chest. He moans with the pleasure it brings. As their urgent need for each other peaks, he reaches down and scoops her up in his arms and carries her quickly to the bedroom. At the side of the bed, he lowers her to her feet, placing kisses on her throat, her face, anywhere his lips can touch. She quickly unbuttons his shirt and pushes it down his arms. As it drops to the floor, she reaches for his belt buckle. He removes her suit jacket and then unbuttons her blouse moving it back off her shoulders. He steps back and quickly pulls off his boots, letting his pants fall to the floor then pulls her back into his arms. He moves his mouth over her breasts just above the bra; she moans and arches her back, feeling the incredible desire running through her body. He unhooks her bra then pushes her skirt and panties down to fall in a puddle at her feet. As he removes the last remaining barrier between them, he picks her up and lays her on the bed.
Lying by her side, propped up on one elbow, he looks into her eyes, dark with desire. She answers his unasked question by pulling his head down to meet her lips. The emotions flowing between them are running unchecked as he straddles her, separating her legs with his knee and slowly entering her with a slow strong thrust. As he fills her, she arches up to pull him even deeper. They lay still for just a moment, and then he slowly starts moving. As the desire builds, their pace increases until they are brought to the height of ecstasy. Their bodies shudder with the force of the wave of pleasure that consumes them. They lay silent in each other’s arms basking in the warm glow of their love. He gently rolls to the side but keeps her in his embrace. They lay this way for several minutes content to just be close to each other.
They bolt upright in bed. A moment passes before they realize that the noise was the doorbell.
“I’m not expecting anyone. Maybe if we ignore it, they’ll go away.” She giggles as she snuggles up close and pulls him back down on the bed.
“Well, whoever it is, it doesn’t appear that they’re leaving. Where are my pants? I’ll go see if I can get rid of whoever it is.” Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, Walker slips out of bed, pulls on his pants and walks out of the bedroom toward the front door.
Peeking through the peephole, he sees Trivette standing on the other side of the door grinning like a Cheshire cat.
‘Trivette! I might have known.’ He thinks as he unlocks and opens the door.
The first thing Trivette notices is the way Walker is dressed, or not dressed, depending on how you look at it. He’s thinking, ‘Man, I’ve done it big this time.’
As he moves to the side to let Trivette enter the apartment, he says, “Trivette, this had better be good.” As he shuts the door, Alex comes out of the bedroom wearing Walker’s shirt. “Who is it darling? Did you get rid of the………..?”
As she sees Trivette, red begins climbing up her neck into her face. Knowing it’s too late to hide, she goes over to Walker who puts his arm around her as a protective gesture.
“Jimmy, what are you doing here.” she quietly says.
“Hey, guys, I’m sorry, I REALLY AM, but I knew you would both want to hear this as soon as possible.”
“Hear what, Trivette” Walker’s tone is anything but happy.
“Walker, do you remember laying two envelopes to the side when you went through your mail.”
“Well, I took it upon myself to open the other envelope. You ain’t gonna believe what it was.”
“C’mon, Trivette. Get to the point.”
“Well, it seems that your name got put on those transfer papers accidentally.”
“WHAT!! What do you mean.”
“The transfer was actually for Charlie. You know, Charlie Grant? But somehow your name got put on them by mistake. After I read the other letter, I told the Captain and he double-checked for me. They don’t know how it happened, but, man, you’re not going anywhere!”
Alex and Walker turn to look at each other. A slow grin spreads across their faces as he puts both arms around her and pulls her into a great bear hug.
“See, I knew you’d want to know. Walker, if you had just read the other letter, you could have avoided all the anger and anxiety. Of course, you would have missed ……………….”
“Trivette, I appreciate you coming over here and telling us about this, but haven’t you ever heard of a phone!?”
“Well, yeah, I tried calling C.D.’s but he hadn’t seen you so I figured you probably came here. I was going to call but it seemed so impersonal and I knew how upset you both were so I thought I’d just pop over and give you the good news in person!”
“Well, we do appreciate it. I thank you and Alex thanks you. Now, would you please get out of here?” Walker goes to the door and opens it, waiting for Trivette to leave.
“Sheeeesh….Walker. You sure can be a grouch.” Laughing, he walks out the door. As he walks down the hall, they hear him mumbling, “But, if I’d been interrupted like he was, I guess I’d probably be a grouch, too.”
The door slams shut as Walker takes Alex in his arms again. “Now, where were we?”
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